Memories are long.
Reality is bitterly short.
Whether it's Grebo or Isabella Lindsey, at this moment, both are extremely weak.
If a beast were to leap out, I'm afraid they wouldn't survive the night…
"Grebo, did you lie to me…"
Isabella Lindsey had brought it back to Magic Card Forest for some time, but it hadn't improved; instead, it became even paler, even its azure long tail looked aged, flecked with white frost.
"No… I didn't lie to you…" Grebo was still stalling for time, deceiving her, "My little master… give me time… you must be strong too… don't give up…"
"…" Isabella Lindsey couldn't speak, only cared for it more, lying on her side, her eyes fixed intently on its weary form in the dirt, "What can I do to help you?"
"Silly master… you've already given me all your years of cultivation… I can't let you do anything more for me…" Grebo felt guilty.
"Oh right, the nine-colored flower? Do you want to eat it?"
