"I won't go!"

"Let me go!"

"elder brother!"

Because of his eagerness and difficulty in getting lost, the young scholar began to become a little crazy.

...

"Mr...."

The woman couldn't help but speak.

or……

Let go of the young scholars first?

She couldn't bear to see it.

...

The woodcutter glanced at the woman.

Then he looked at the young scholar opposite.

There was a little abnormal flush on my pale face.

The pupils trembled violently.

His expression was a little frightened, which made people's hearts jump.

I also felt a little palpitations.

......

"You don't make your own choice."

The woodcutter stopped without letting go of the hand holding the young scholar.

"Then I'll make your choice."

"younger brother."

"Time waits for no one."

“Many times, if you don’t make a choice, you actually make a choice.”

The young scholar's obsession with the black monster was already noticed by the woodcutter.

But I was surprised again.

I actually cared about not wanting to make a three-month agreement with him...

This kid...

Do you know what you are doing?

Do you plan to not see the black monster in three months, but you still have to wait?

...

After saying these words, the woodcutter took another step.

...

Caught off guard, the young scholar was staggered.

"elder brother!"

The young scholar broke his voice.

"I'll choose another!"

"elder brother!"

...

The woodcutter stopped again.

He turned his head.

"You choose..."

"another?"

...

"Uh-huh."

The young scholar nodded busyly.

"another!"

"I'll make an agreement with you!"

...

The woodcutter stared at the young scholar.

Waiting for the following text of the young scholar.

...

After realizing it, I realized that the woodcutter had really stopped, and the young scholar felt relieved.

He wanted to spread his brother's hand holding his arm.

But I found that he still couldn't break it.

He looked at the woodcutter.

A little pleading appeared in his eyes.

...

The woodcutter was unmoved.

"You finish your words first."

"What agreement did you make with me?"

...

The young scholar pursed his lips hard.

The lips are white.

...

The young scholar opened his mouth.

After a while...

"elder brother."

The young scholar looked a little uneasy and panic.

"Can the time be longer?"

...

"no."

The woodcutter refused neatly.

...

The young scholar opened his eyes wide.

"Why?"

He blurted out.

...

The woodcutter wanted to laugh a little.

But the person in front of him was his younger brother, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

“Is three months not long enough?”

"How many three months are there in a year?"

...

“Four!”

The young scholar answered quickly.

He clenched his fingers, "So...will you give me six months?"

...

The woodcutter wanted to laugh again.
To be continued...