396 Chapter 50, Real and Ambiguous

On the balcony of a small hotel on the edge of Genoa, Hoffa took Miller away from the shadow world. Just after leaving the shadow world, Hoffa, in severe pain, slammed his head on Miller's shoulder, leaning against him, trembling uncontrollably.

Miller looked at the young man trembling from the severe pain, seeing his desolate appearance with his skin bruised and dripping blood, and couldn't bear to reach out his hand, wanting to touch Hoffa's body.

"It hurts."

Hoffa moaned: "It hurts like hell"

Miller was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand and looked at Hoffa helplessly.

Hoffa was trembling in pain all over his body. Some pedestrians around looked at Hoffa in confusion, as if they were wondering why the state of this young man was incompatible with the state of this city. Why would anyone be in such pain when they are all enjoying the wonderful sunshine.

In the distance, a man in a green beach suit with his hands in his trouser pockets and sandals walked casually along the stone steps to Hoffa's position, smiling and greeting passers-by on the road as he walked.

Hoffa realizes that if he doesn't do something, he will be found in no time, and the torture that awaits him will be enormous.

He looked at Miller beside him, at the strange woman with tattoos all over Miller's body, although this woman's body was not much similar to Miranda's except for short hair, but at this moment I can't take care of it, so I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"hold me."

Hoffa said softly.

Miller was surprised: "What?"

"Hold me, hurry up." Hoffa said anxiously.

The second monk Mi Lezhang couldn't figure it out. He looked at Hoffa's bloody body and said, "Are you crazy? Doesn't it hurt if I hold you?"

"I want you to hug me," Hoffa longed.

Miller's eyes widened. He watched the longing in Hoffa's eyes and gradually realized something.

"Damn! Don't look at me like that!!" Miller said angrily, "I'm not my sister!"

"Hold me, Miller, please."

Hoffa begged.

"Fuck!!" Miller yelled, "It's such a time, do you still want to take advantage?"

"Miller, if I can't immerse myself in this world and become a part of it, he will definitely find me!" Hoffa pleaded.

Miller looked into the distance, closed his eyes in pain, and put on a pain mask. More and more people looked at them on the street. In the distance, the man in green noticed something, and his pace suddenly accelerated.

Taking a few deep breaths, Miller stretched out his hand, hooked Hoffa's neck bit by bit, and hugged him slowly, extremely slowly.

Hoffa could hardly wait to bury his head on Miller's shoulder, leaning against him, panting. Miller gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, thinking that what he was holding was a lump of flesh and blood, a dirty dog.

Miller's chest was warm, and Hoffa's nerves leaning against it relaxed slightly. Although he was always at odds with him, Miller was one of the only people in the world who didn't want to use him or frame him.

At this moment, Hoffa felt some relief, and he no longer insisted on those tough disguises. After panting continuously, many memories flooded my mind. He snuggled into Miller's arms and asked, "Miller, do you still remember the battle we had on the magic tower?"

"Do not talk!"

Miller held Hoffa stiffly and ordered.

Hoffa shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I still remember it to this day. To be honest, I yelled such embarrassing words to you at that time. Now I think about it. I feel ashamed to face others. How can people live in the present so simply? yeah"

Miller was taken aback, his body relaxed a little, but then he immediately tensed up again, "Shut up, I told you not to talk, can't you hear me?"

"But even so, so embarrassing, so naive, you still promised me to stop, why." Hoffa asked softly.

"You're annoying, annoying." Miller said irritably, "I don't want to be bothered by you, that's fine, who doesn't know that you were childish like a ghost back then!"

As he said that, Miller remembered something again, and complained endlessly: "It's really annoying, the second-year people are hiding, and you just ran out and cast the shield spell stupidly. If it wasn't for others to help you, you Died a long time ago, also in the third grade. Dumbledore jumped into the black lake after saying a few words to you. Damn it, I’m Aglaia and I didn’t save you. You deserve to be drowned. And the fucking fourth grade I dropped out of school without studying well. I really gave in, I really gave in. Do you know what people in school think of me? We used to be three people together every day, but suddenly it became me alone in Huo Gewartz, I’m so stupid, you know. At the end of the year, it’s hard to see you once. Then you’re so annoying, you’re so annoying!!”

These words may have been held back in Miller's heart for an unknown period of time, and he was furious and complained non-stop. Hoffa leaned against Miller motionless, and the vortex of memories pulled him back to the past years, those were either childish or impulsive. In those memories, the wounds on my body didn't hurt so much.

Miller scolded for a while, released his grievance for a while, looked at Hoffa angrily and asked, "The wound is starting to heal, does it still hurt?"

Hoffa shook his head, "It doesn't hurt that much."

Miller was about to let go of Hoffa, but Hoffa suddenly grabbed his waist with his backhand and hugged him slowly. Miller suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body stiff as a stone.

"What!?" he asked softly through gritted teeth.

"Hugs," Hoffa said.

"Wow! This is not like you, you are not so disgusting."

Miller said.

Hoffa buried his head on Miller's shoulder, his eyes swept across the balcony, and the man in green in the distance slowed down significantly.

"It's just once in a lifetime, Miller."

Hoffa murmured, there are not many chances for me to wake up again, not many chances for me to touch you like today, if only this time, please let me give you a good hug. "

Miller closed his eyes annoyed, and opened them slowly after a long time. He hugged Hoffa's shoulders and sighed in Hoffa's ear: "You have been the Minister of Magic for decades, brother-in-law, you didn't say no before." Say something like that."

Hoffa stopped looking at the searching man in green. He just stuck to Miller's body, shook his head slightly in his neck, and sighed: "I don't remember much about what happened in the dream, so don't mention it again."

As soon as the words fell, Hoffa felt that his toes had been stepped on heavily, and the unhealed wound suddenly hurt sharply. He looked up and saw Miller's indifferent face, deep in those eyes, there was a deep unwillingness hidden.

The man in green in the distance jumped twice in a row and quickly approached where Miller and Hoffa were.

Hoffa looked into Miller's eyes and whispered in a trembling voice: "Miller, I am sorry for your sister. If there is anyone I am most sorry for, it is only you and your sister, but I can't help it, I can't help it. I Gotta go back, I swear. This is so tearing, I can hardly think about it a lot of times, just thinking about it is like cracking open. So, I beg you, just for a second, let me see her again Take a look, okay?"

Seeing the rare helplessness and hesitation of the boy in his arms, Miller's expression gradually softened. He let go of Hoffa's foot, leaned his body a little bit on the balcony, and wrapped his arms gently around Hoffa's shoulders. .

"Actually, you don't have to feel sorry. My sister has never allowed you to do what you want to do. It's just that this road is too dangerous. As long as you agree to that condition, other things can be solved." Miller said softly Said.

condition?

Hoffa knew what the conditions were, but he couldn't.

Seeing Miller's softened face, Hoffa was in a daze for a while. He no longer cared what Miller said, he just thought of Miranda, and thought of those decades of long but ordinary daily life.

This made his heart twitch violently, he no longer restrained himself, raised his head slightly, and moved closer to Miller's face.

On the other side, the pedestrians on the street looked away one after another. The boys and girls on the small balcony stick together, as if they are perfectly integrated with the atmosphere of the city. The man in green walked to the small balcony, frowned in confusion, and looked around. He saw the boys and girls above his head, but his eyes just swept away without stopping at all.

On the balcony, Hoffa's breath hit Miller's face, and Miller froze. This was an expression he had never seen before. He turned his head away and blushed. But after a while, he turned back, opened his lips, and lowered his head slightly. He brought Hoffa's lips closer.

The faces of the two are extremely close. At this moment, the unknown truth is less than 0.01 centimeter away from Hoffa.

However, at this moment, Hoffa's eyes moved slightly, and he was relieved when he saw the man in green who was walking away. The body relaxes, and the face moves away from Miller's face.

Startled, Miller woke up from the trance. He looked at Hoffa, hooked his head suddenly, and buried his head in his shoulder. Then a heavy punch hit Hoffa directly in the lower abdomen.

Hoffa was bent down by the blow, spitting out a bit of bitterness.

Then Miller mercilessly hit Hoffa with three uppercuts in a row.

Heavier each time.

Hoffa fell down immediately after being hit by these three punches, kneeling on the ground and coughing non-stop.

"Miller," Hoffa coughed, "what are you doing?"

"You shame the magic genius, I don't want to see you again, just disappear from my sight." He said coldly.

"I didn't, Miller, I just did."

"Get out!" Miller interrupted him directly.

Then he jumped, jumped off the balcony, and walked into the distance.

Ever since the man in green left, Hoffa had realized something, and he couldn't wait to share what he had gained with Miller, so he also jumped off the balcony and chased Miller.

Seeing Hoffa catching up, Miller quickened his pace without saying a word, trying to stay away from this nasty man.

Hoffa caught up with Miller in three steps and two steps, grabbed his arm and said, "Why are you walking so fast, if there is no special way, you can't get out here!"

Miller shook off Hoffa's arm and continued walking.

"Have you ever wondered why the guy has the face of Salazar Slytherin, but says he doesn't know Slytherin?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it, I'm not interested."

Hoffa said excitedly: "Before in New York, I realized that the spirits of those who bought the potion of the half-human king were combined together to give birth to the monster that guards the illusion. But those people have no level, nor Mental power training, so their spirits are only intertwined with instincts, and finally turned into a monster that looks like a nightmare creature! But I have seen the source of the dream, that source is elegant but terrifying, shocking but exquisite, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary creatures Imitation! That creature is just a poor copy of chaos! Without the slightest control, it can only think and fight like a beast!!"

"Go away." Miller responded with one word.

Hoffa: "If you want me to say, this monster is the same. Unlike the monster in New York, this power has been dominated by people at this moment, by a person with the blood of Salazar Slytherin. So this creature Only then will it reflect the extraordinary level of spirit and control, did you hear what he said, he is not alone. This must be an organization! Whose organization do you think it is?"

"Tom Riddle," Miller said.

"That's right, that's right!" Hoffa said with emotion, "It can only be said that Riddle wants to be a person like Salazar Slytherin in his dreams, but since he doesn't recognize me, he doesn't even see us hugging each other. , This can only explain one problem, this guy is also in the dream now. His mental power has controlled the guardian monster in the nightmare, or fused."

"Then you are very smart."

Miller said nonchalantly.

Hoffa: "I already know how to get out of here, Miller, believe me, as long as I say it, we can definitely get out."

Miller stopped abruptly, and he turned around. This time, instead of letting Hoffa roll, he said grimly, "What did you say? Repeat it."

"I said I have a way to take you out of here, as long as you cooperate with me."

"As long as I cooperate with you, right?"

"Yes."

Miller smiled, "Then you have to make me feel good."

Hoffa was taken aback: "Then how can you be happy?"

Miller, took a deep breath, then looked around, and roared loudly: "This place is disgusting!! I don't want to stay in this place anymore!! It's smelly and stuffy and boring!! You dreamers!! Your spirits are so empty!! Your life is full of bullshit!! And that guy in green, come out and give me some excitement!!"