"Did the prophet make a mistake in the prophecy..."
Puxiu's swaying tail halted.
"Perhaps... not... now," Ophelia said.
Puxiu quickly comforted the changing state of Lu Li: "Yes, Mr. Luli, remember the prophet said it wouldn't be a bad ending? We must trust him."
"Is there water in hell."
Lu Li's gaze fell on the basin in Hades' hand, shifting attention.
"I won't ask your secrets, so don't ask mine," Hades didn't intend to tell him.
Since Puxiu awoke, they planned to take him away. Learning of Puxiu's departure, Hades rarely showed reluctance: "You should let the little guy rest a bit longer."
"I want to follow Mr. Luli!" Puxiu shouted.
"Alright... when children grow up, they always resist the arrangements made for their good by elders."
Hades seemed very sad, like a disappointed old man, making Lu Li feel more clearly that this was twenty-four years later.
