MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v5 Chapter 93 temperature of love

Maybe forty-two is right.

After hanging up the phone, Lorenzo sighed, as if he had aged ten years.

Anyway, he has already bitten all the information he got to Forty-Two. Under his arrangement, presumably the taboo fruit is no longer a problem.

After all, he was the only one who was exposed - Lorenzo bit Flora all his secrets, including why he came here, the truth about his psychic powers, and his relationship with Flora and her sisters. What have you done.

But he still has a sliver of sanity.

After all, this is his mission.

Compared with his personal happiness, the implementation of Forty-two Will is more important.

Strictly speaking, Lorenzo's current life is forty-two. Even if he couldn't help anything, it was absolutely impossible for him to cause trouble to Forty Two.

Especially, they are not easy. Even facing a catastrophe concerning the life and death of the world.

Lorenzo has not forgotten that Chang Xiyi, who is on another front, is still fighting against the evil gods from the mountains alone, waiting for their support.

It was precisely because of this that he felt guilty for his retreat and hesitation. As Forty Two said, he shouldn't tempt people's hearts. Even if Flora had had some love for him in the past, it might be gone now.

But Lorenzo thought for a long time. I think this may be the deepest thought in his own heart.

perhaps.

to him. The human mind is nothing but a toy. The human heart that is obscure and invisible to others. It was like food in a buffet in front of Lorenzo. Feel free to look around. There are dead ends in using psionic energy at will. The only human heart that Lorenzo could not see was his own.

He could even know what Forty-Two was thinking, and what the demon gods like Floros valued. But he didn't know what he wanted, what he was worried about, and what he was afraid of.

to love something. Maybe it's because I'm afraid. Like he tried to kill Flora once.

For people like myself who rely on psionic power to control the situation. Flora, who was able to exempt herself from her abilities and let herself lose her composure, was too scary. She may become her only dead end. So you must stay away from her; if you can't kill her, let her stop loving herself, so that you can destroy the only exception and the only person who will not be affected by your control-Lorenzo's hand suddenly tightened the bed sheet. Confused to the extreme. Instead, his mind went blank knowing it was so. But he was still, a little eager. Miracles happen.

Not knowing how much time passed, Lorenzo suddenly heard a loud noise from the ward. After a while, a head with long flaxen hair timidly got in.

"Honey? Are you there?" She called Lorenzo softly, still reading the nicknames between the two of them: "My dear Mr. Luther, the moment Flora's eyes met Lorenzo's four eyes , her eyes froze.

Tears filled her dark green pupils almost instantly, and Flora's expression became sad.

"How did you—my dear—become like this?"

Her very soft, very whispered questioner.

As if afraid that if his voice was too loud, Lorenzo, who fell on the bed, would be shattered.

Flora hurried into the ward, took the room and locked it in a low voice, and drew a stool to sit beside J Lorenzo's bed. She put the bag she was carrying on the table, and stretched out her hand to straighten her messy hair due to running around.

Flora lowered her voice and called in a low voice with tears in her eyes: "Tianxiang, why did you become like this? You didn't even tell me where you were! I almost searched the whole of Cordoba. I couldn't contact you anywhere , Mrs. Angus finally said to me, he seemed to see you here, "Sorry, sorry, Flora I mean

Seeing her expression as if he didn't know what he said to her before, Lorenzo's face was dazed, not knowing what he should say.

He clearly felt disappointment, pain and confusion in Flora's heart yesterday. Her love for herself withered like a flower on a winter branch.

But now, everything seems to be back to the past.

Could it be that the curator meddled in his business and erased her memory of yesterday?

For a moment, Lorenzo felt that his mood was a little complicated.

On the one hand, he felt lucky for this; but at the same time, he also felt a little lost. It's like a raised fist hit the cotton. But since that sentence has been said once, the situation is different. Even though Flora had forgotten everything, he hadn't forgotten anything. Their relationship is not what it used to be.

Lorenzo was cruel, and asked again: "I mean Flora, do you still remember yesterday?" Before Lorenzo could finish speaking, she lightly interrupted Lorenzo's words: "I remember everything Your psychic power, your mission, you But when Flora said this, Lorenzo was even more at a loss.

Does she really remember everything?

that, that

"I'm just a little disappointed.

Flora's words made Lorenzo calm down instantly, listening to her soft but tough words: "But what I am disappointed is not that you lied to the truth, you will take the initiative to tell me the truth, and I have forgiven you.

"What disappoints me is that when you explained everything yesterday, all you said was you. There was no 'me.

Flora stared at Lorenzo with her deep green pupils.

She whispered: "I thought at the time, am I really just a tool to you? Is it because I'm useless when you leave after you finish speaking?

Ge thought, I still have some use.

She stared stubbornly at Lorenzo.

'I'm about who I am, a witch. Naturally, there are souvenirs. Flora stared at Lorenzo's eyes that were gradually becoming moist. Her voice was also a little hoarse, "But I'm not a thing. I am not a tool. I am also human. I also have the same thing. I know that the world my sisters are looking for is beautiful for us, but it may not be so for human beings." The Zerg is still invading this world, and the federal government is marching towards the universe. The world is becoming more and more It's getting better and better, everyone is working hard but we are running away. But I don't want to run away.

Flora said seriously.

"I, I am more or less a college student. I know I can't do many things. I can't participate in cutting-edge technology research, and I can't go to the front line, but I think. She paused and said softly: "I think, at least in the I can't hold others back while others are trying to do the same. Flora took a deep breath and opened her backpack.

Inside is a black chip.

She whispered: "I know, you must want to destroy or reclaim the forbidden fruit. A noble figure like you has no shortage of artificial intelligence for a long time. You can come here in person, and those of us who are uneducated Little girls with no money, no class, no status are messing around. It must be for it. I actually knew it early on.

"I'm just waiting for you to tell me yourself.

Lorenzo blurted out: "Then how did you know that I didn't leave? I mean, how did you know that he could easily play with this vocabulary long ago.

Available in front of Flora. He is jerky and shy like a big boy.

Flora couldn't help laughing, but there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Eye, my dear Mr. Luther.

She smiled like tears, and said softly with a hoarse voice: "After I came in, you looked at me.

"I don't have the power to touch people's hearts. But I know that there must be love in such eyes"

Flora whispered, touching the corner of Lorenzo's eyes lightly. There are bright yellow psionic lines there. And transparent tear stains.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

For a moment, Lorenzo's tears welled up in his eyes.

"pain."

He whispered, "It hurts everywhere.

He was sobbing and crying like a child, but he was full of joy.

Humans are just that weird. If you don't have sympathy, you don't care how much the wound hurts. Like a child who has never lost love, and therefore does not understand its temperature.