The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“What's next, teach me! ”

The eyes of a rescue call are on the past, unresponsive.

“Hey, hey, give me a hint. ”

His eyes stared at the drums and he still didn't respond. This dead cat who turned into a golden elf pretended not to see it.

[I can't even watch this anymore. It's up to her to decide what she can say.

I found out that the women of the world were a family, and at the critical moment, no one could count on it.

“I want to express my fondness for dead cats again, cut, and be real... No, isn't that what the sad wind should do? ”

Man, once I get pushed to the limit, I really do everything, such as clearly sending farewell colleagues, classmates, a few glasses of wine down my stomach, brewing, or I can squeeze out some sad lines. Now it's about my life, hanging under my head, it's really hard to push out some words.

“Actually, I was very happy with her. ”

“Whatever I say, she can understand... Whatever she says, I can understand... do bad things, have people with me, listen to me nagging when I'm upset, and get drunk when I lack confidence... even if it's just a spit or a few laughs, at least it makes people feel better. ”

Trying to find the merits of a dead cat in memory, but the more intermittent the words, the softer they become, as if they had been waiting in my heart for countless days, only today there is an opportunity to say it.

“And... sometimes things that no one else understands, even when someone you protect resents, she understands, comforts me, makes me happy. In fact, I thought I was used to the look of fear and hatred in other people alone, but now I realize that even if I were you, I would want someone to understand me, believe me, support me. ”

“I don't know what it's like to say, love is probably a little too much, it's probably hard to get back to being alone after getting used to someone else's temperature, thinking that she will always be with me, I won't be as lonely as before, she will joke with me, do assholes with me, deal with those troubles with me... I just feel a little happy. ”

“It was the happiest two years of my life when I lost pressure for at least two years and I had people hanging out with me. ”

“Well, I don't know, I guess, I was hoping she'd stay with me forever. ”

Unconsciously, it became more and more plausible, and when Heroise's head got lower and lowered, she eventually looked down, and her pointy eartips were filled with red xia.

In the end, the silence replaced the tense atmosphere, and the sweat appeared between my forehead. I was anxious to jump, and both sides maintained a strange silence.

And when I looked back at what I had just said, I felt a little numb, and my eyes were all over the place trying to find a hole to drill into, and Emila's tie suddenly broke loose, and I was free.

“What, the curse is broken? ”

And what makes me even happier is that the weak curse disappeared without a trace, and for a moment, my physical attributes improved dramatically, and I actually recovered my full strength.

And what surprised me even more was that Emila, instead of being angry, laughed and walked aside and asked about the war.

When the scene in front of me was strange, I also took a dark breath of relief, and if I kept doing this, it would really kill me.

“If Timirette dies in the ruins because of these personal affairs, I will feel guilty too… at least for a few minutes. ”

And in a corner that Roland didn't know, the talks between women weren't over, and the psychological spell of communication was full of gunpowder.

“A cunning teacher, even if you have temporarily come to the forefront with a trick, doesn't want to think that even though elementary school level love is innocent and cute, the first love begun with 'want to be together' and ‘curiosity about the opposite sex' is mostly a memory of failure. ”

In a sense, Emila has accomplished a long evolution, her ability to read the soul has been strengthened to the extreme, and mature reason has made her treat people more mature.

Roland, resurrected, regained his full soul and had the possibility of living in love.

From the perspective of the rebirth of the soul, Roland is now like a teenager who has just entered adolescence, unable to mature to control his emotions that are prone to violent outbursts, and rational analysis of that increasingly complex multiple emotion.

And for a teenager who has just learned to fall in love, naturally the easiest thing to fall in love with is the beautiful opposite sex around him.

At this time, persuading him to run away and take his place alone, even mixing the feelings and love of his acquaintances and friends, eventually gained a leading sense of favor, which was indeed a despicable means in the eyes of the painstaking Emila and Eliza.

“Ha, are you talking about yourself? If I recall correctly, Roland is also your first love, is that how you crave a sour and memorable first love failure? ”

Probably too red to calm down for half a day, Heroise regained the form of a cat, and even the cat's eartips were found to be red.

At this time, Heroise was aggressive as soon as she watched the noise and ignited the wind.

“Only a girl who has never been in love can handle her feelings so foolishly. Do you think you can get to this man if you pay him to keep pushing him? Wrong, it will only make him feel indebted to you, afraid of you, away from you. ”

“Even if you were with him for two years, eventually he would choose me. It's not by chance, it's inevitable. ”

Heroise has been at a gap since the North, and even without herself, Emila and Eliza would never have gotten the heart of Roland.

Yes, Heroise uses "you” instead of “you," which means this “you” not only has Emila, but Eliza as well.

In Roland's eyes, Eliza is her own precious daughter, and when this position is firmly locked in, Eliza, as her lover, works so hard and gives so much, only to make Roland feel that she owes too much and treats her well, but ignores the fundamentals... he doesn't see it as a woman he can love and expect to have.

“Roland was purely affectionate to Eliza, and he could fight for her without hesitation, but only because he saw Eliza as his own daughter. And don't look at Roland acting crazy elsewhere, but he's a very conservative guy in terms of family and love. And so is Renee, who, as younger generations, has been out of Roland's sight since the beginning. ”

There was some exclamation in the faint words, and Eliza seemed pathetic to Heroise, who had worked so hard to help Roland, after constant gratitude and guilt, had severed that heavy bondage of gratitude and kinship and completely cut off the possibility of having a relationship with Roland.

Elizabeth's unrepentant devotion to the abyss, though touching, was even heavier and more irrevocable, and when this messy complex emotion became a mess, there was no chance of love sprouting.

“Unless she's strong enough, there's no chance. ”

Heroise made such a judgement that the king of witches in the eyes of the world was indeed cunning enough, perhaps from the beginning she saw through everything but disguised herself as an uninterested bystander, approaching her goal step by step.

Based on the emotional experience, Heroise does have the capital to despise two competitors… Well, if the lily experience is also love experience, Heroise is really great, and her two opponents, obviously, are both zeros.

While Eliza and Emila were constantly making mistakes, Heroise knew what Roland was craving and expecting, so she stayed with him but was confident that she would finally reap his soul… Is this why Samoan's long-distance romance sounded good at the time, but often lost time, and why the guys who insisted on digging corners and grinding time?

“You may be better than Eliza, but it's a little late to figure out what you're thinking. ”

“Me, Emila. Milan, you're not giving up. Even if the first love is superb, the winner is often the one more suited to him. When his emotional self is more mature, he chooses the woman best suited to him. ”

“Don't you get it? Roland made it perfectly clear that he was not lacking an assistant, a batter, a utilitarian heart or anything, that he never cared about it, that he wanted a bay, an acquaintance... Forget it, I'd say less. ”

Emotional matters are emotional, theoretical and computational from the beginning, and in Heroise's view, both Emila and Eliza are too rational.

Sometimes, sincere feelings are more touching than profit thinking, far from the heavens, but less than a sincere greeting every day.

Eliza has been making sacrifices that she thought would make Roland like her, without taking into account Roland's willingness to see such sacrifices and sacrifices, and knowing the guilt and pain of sacrifice, which, in Heroise's view, is another form of self-gratification and selfishness.

It's like two men fighting for a woman without asking if the woman likes one of them and is happy to see others bleed for themselves.

And even if it forces Lorraine Seung-Jo to be her own girlfriend, which is a lover relationship in exchange for a crisis situation and a debt, it separates the two, and if Eliza is still Lorraine's nefarious maid, I'm afraid Heroise has no place at all.

Eliza took the initiative to move away from Roland's position, and the cunning Heroise just stayed with Roland, stayed with him, shared his pain and happiness, and waited patiently for that stunted emotional maturity to be the only one around him.

Perhaps it will take a long time for the wood to finally learn, or perhaps not enough now for the memory to settle into love, but she is confident that she will reach the end and become the only winner.

Of course, for the cunning Heroise, the words had been said, and since war had been declared and she had suddenly joined the battlefield, she would not have warned her competitors of their mistakes.

Now that Emila has seen her past mistakes, she has identified herself and has not resorted to excessive means, but has tended to Roland.

Perhaps in the days to come, as long as Roland doesn't die too much, life will be much more comfortable.

And if Roland knew that while he was still celebrating his freedom, the two witches had ended the war with her betting,

I'm afraid he's gonna have to hide in the corner and Cersei's shaking and shouting at the woman.

At the moment, the sun is shining and the bad air is raining, and the town's chief officer finally dares to come and talk business with their group of "infighters”.