Chapter 47: The Head-Retreating Turtle

  "Damn it all!" I cursed under my breath.

  "It seems you've changed quite a bit." Gongzi Xing Tian said another sentence.

  At this juncture, how can I escape from his clutches?

  With my own strength alone, I am naturally unable to compete with him. However, there is no one else around me who can be of assistance.

  "Now that it's in my hands, you can't get away from me."

  I'd rather die by spitting blood on myself than fall into his hands and escape.

  Escape is impossible, at this moment, I must first ease his emotions and find a way to make him less ruthless and vicious when he strikes me.

  My intestines have turned green with regret, and they're still dark green.

  If I had known this earlier, I should have stayed peacefully in Qin's village and waited for the appearance of the fifth prince.

  I want to be quiet, I want to be thoroughly quiet, but at this moment, it won't let me be quiet.

  He has been by my side for so long, why didn't he appear until I was about to find the crucial point of Rong Hua's plan, and suddenly popped out like a ghost?

  And what's with the pig skin on his body? Is it a tool to confuse me or does he have this habit of dressing up as a pig?

  "What's with the pig skin on you?"

  "Pig skin?" Young Master Xing Tian sneered, "If you don't know, then who else in the world would know?"

  Gongzi Xing Tian is saying something, I really don't understand a single word, completely can't understand.

  Since he refused to tell me, I had no choice but to remain silent.

  It's better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.

  At this moment, I and Gongzi Xingtian stand on this desolate mountain top, staring at each other.

  In fact, he looked at me with an extremely inexplicable gaze, as if inquiring and yet carrying a certain emotion.

  Nine years without seeing him, I always feel that he seems to have changed a lot, but can't quite put my finger on where the change is.

  The disciples at the top of Kunlun Mountain all called him Master, and from Kunlun Mountain to Tartary, they all called him Young Master, calling him the only Young Master.

  However, I clearly remember that I never called him "Your Highness" or "Young Master", so what did I call him then?

  He didn't say anything wrong. I had forgotten some things, or rather, my memory never fully recovered, including the things between me and my old demon and Rong Hua.

  When the butterfly handed me that flower lamp, I was as if struck by five thunders, and I forgot some things, or rather some very important things.

  Maybe it's not forgetting, but rather unwilling to recall.

  Everyone has some painful memories, some people choose to remember, choosing to indulge in pain at all times, while others will choose to seal it deep in their memory, actually, that's just to better protect themselves, just to avoid being hurt again.

  People who remember, dare to face, are the strong in life.

  But those who forget choose to escape and are the weak in life.

  All along, I never wanted to admit it, nor did I want to acknowledge it. However, at the moment I saw Gongzi Xing Tian, I understood that some things, no matter how hard I tried to avoid them or erase them from my memory, had reached a point where they must be faced.

  I must go forward because I can be a temporary turtle, but I cannot be a lifelong turtle.