Chapter 359

The girl sitting on the edge of the bed looked flat, her slender and tender hands slightly overlapped her legs, and her long white hair fell between the beds, covering most of her pajamas.

She just sat there quietly, just like the Willy Maka knew, a silent girl and quiet.

In recent years, Maka has not only grown much taller, but also changed her character again and again with the influence of her surroundings. But the girl in front of me seemed to have solidified time. Everything was like yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Marca."

Instead of answering Maka's question, she repeated what she had said before. It's like saying - nothing else matters. I just want to look at you like this. That's good.

Maka's eyes opened and closed gently, and her anxious heart calmed down at the moment.

Yes, it's like this with this girl. It's quiet, speechless, indifferent to the passage of time

Although compared with Luna, the atmosphere is always less flexible, but also more simple and quiet.

Under this light peace, Maka couldn't help but feel relieved - this kind of reassurance almost made him give up

"Give up?" Maka was stunned. "It's' give up '?"

Inadvertently, he read Willie's idea silently for the first time. Willie seemed to be telling him not to go any further, not to get close, just keep the initial distance.

"Please give up!"

This is the only will Willie wants to express at this moment.

"When was the last time someone pushed away silently like this?" Marca looked at Willie's eyes and was slightly distracted. "Oh, was it that time?"

He recalled the blue eyes that passed in the corner of his eyes when the "woman" gave up her life and pushed herself away. At that time, he thought he understood her last look, but it was only his wishful thinking.

The only one who could tell him the meaning in his eyes could never utter a syllable again.

After her death, all Maka did was choose her grave, send her to the earth and identify with her "mother" without authorization

Everything is just her self righteous, because only in that way can he safely bid farewell to his past and end there with "beauty".

In the future, occasionally go back to sweep the tomb, talk about recent events without authorization, and then leave with nostalgia.

In this way, it won't hurt anyone. Everything will be "beautiful", won't it?

That's why someone would say——

Anything done for the dead, in the final analysis, is only to comfort the living; The dead are dead. The dead won't know what you've done for him.

"Good afternoon, Wei -"

The girl in front of her is silently "pushing" him away and rejecting him. She is conveying a simple will in her own way.

In this case, if the original Maka had given up? Just like the funeral for "that woman" in those years, he took the initiative to step back after being pushed away, and then chose to deceive himself and others.

Obviously, he can create a false peace just by responding again, but now Maka can't finish.

Because another girl told him with her own experience and actions that she shouldn't do that.

In the face of her mother's Silent Farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, let alone create a happy ending for the "farewell without saying goodbye".

She can tell the past frankly with others, and meticulously engrave the incomplete ending in her heart.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Luna was assigned to Gryffindor again." Maka's heart filled with such emotion.

It's complicated, but it hasn't been long. After sighing a little, Maka reorganized her spirit and threw her eyes straight into the girl's eyes.

That look, containing an unspeakable determination, left a deep mark in the girl's mind.

"Maka..."

For the first time, Willie took the initiative to make a clear response - she avoided Marca's eyes.

"Willie, I think --"

As soon as Maka started, she was interrupted by a slow footsteps. He suddenly turned back, frowned tightly, and the magic wand in his hand was full of light.

"McLean, we meet again."

Looking at the figure walking slowly from the tunnel, Maka stepped across and blocked the door of the stone chamber.

"I thought you wouldn't show up - Voldemort?"

"Hum," said Voldemort in the tunnel, humming and laughing gently. "My friends come to my site as guests. Of course I'm the master. As a wizard, I can't lose etiquette!"

Voldemort in his youth was really handsome.

The tall and straight posture and bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft arc of the corners of the mouth make the two words "proud" and "kind" have a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, no one knows the man's sinister intentions behind that smiling face.

"Oh, and of course you! My distinguished guest, Lord brova - I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you?"

Voldemort went to the stone chamber door, crossed Marca's shoulder and gracefully saluted Willie's father.

"Yes."

Mr. blova snorted faintly, as if to say that he had no interest in cooperation.

"What are you doing here?" Marca narrowed her eyes. "I'll say it first - I'm not in a good mood now!"

"Oh, don't you welcome me? That's a pity..." Voldemort spread out his arms, stared at Marca's cold face and smiled inexplicably, "it's rare that I've come to tell you a good news!"

"How can there be 'good news' from your mouth?" Maka glanced at the corners of her mouth, a little impatient.

"It's great 'good news' for me!" Voldemort clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and his smile even became brighter.

When Maka saw this, she felt a burst of irritability, and the regular runes at the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"Don't do it, don't do it..." Voldemort waved his hand, but he didn't look half nervous. "It's not suitable for fighting here, isn't it?"

"I don't think so."

Maka's eyes narrowed, a cold current rushed towards Voldemort, and a layer of white frost condensed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment when the regular Rune flashed, a voice solidified his action.

"Do you want her to die?"

It was a male voice, and there was a green line in the thin, which was never sent by Willie's father.

Maka kept the regular Rune in the air, and he himself suddenly turned around, but saw that the tip of haisijia's wand was against Willie's pale and delicate neck, even slightly trapped.

"Leave my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

The voices of Marca and Willie's father sounded almost at the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head leisurely and looked around at the regular Rune rotating slightly in the air, showing a curious look.

"I really care about her... Also, I've experienced it at your age... How, am I right?" he said with a smile while looking at the blue and white Rune flashing with ice crystals. "It's not suitable for fighting here..."

"Voldemort! Is that your man? What the hell are you going to do?" cried Mr. blova angrily, staring.

"Well?" Voldemort spread his hand and smiled. "What am I going to do? Isn't it obvious? What do you want me to explain?"

"Deal!" roared Mr. brova. "Do you want to break the magic contract?"

"Oh yes! And the magic contract!" Voldemort shrugged. "Of course, that's important... Unfortunately, I don't care much about the consequences of default."

Others may be afraid of the breach of the magic contract, but Voldemort may not.

The magic spell that made the magic contract originated in ancient times, and it can be spread to this day, of course, because its effectiveness is extraordinary and has been trusted by wizards for generations.

The most advanced magic contract is bound to the souls of both parties. If either party breaches the contract, the soul will disappear completely.

But for Voldemort, who split his soul and made a number of Horcruxes, although he certainly doesn't want to lose soul fragments in vain, it may not be that he can't give up.

"As I said before, he is not a suitable trading partner." Maka knows this and is impatient at the moment.

Mr. blova, who was burning with anger, suddenly took a deep breath and stretched his face again after hearing Voldemort's implicit provocation.

"Voldemort, it's not good for you to do this," he said coldly. "You have to think clearly! If you don't want to annoy my brova family, stop it!"

"Of course, of course I will stop..." Voldemort nodded. "I have only one request - please end it yourself, my friend!"

He said, looking at Maka standing in front of him.

"If you want that girl alive?"

Regular runes are still floating and rotating in the air, glittering and translucent, emitting a faint cold. But Maka's hand seemed frozen, holding the staff tightly and motionless.

In addition to the smell of sulfur from outside the tunnel, there seems to be an unspeakable silence in the air.

Voldemort looked at him with a smile on his face; Mr. blova was also looking at him, his eyes shining with indifference; The "haisijia" may be watching him too

Of course, there are girls being held.

She should still be sitting on the edge of the bed now? What kind of expression does she have now? Maka did not dare to look back, because Maka knew very well that the girl would not show any expression.

She has been like that since he first saw her.

"... Willie."