Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Blake was worried that whoever had been here would come back. After all, this person definitely knew that Emperor Greenbow had left everything here for Lilly.

They also knew that it was not only Emperor Greenbow who had left things behind for Lilly.

These things would only appear in front of Lilly, and the person had somehow gotten this far.

They were going to have to move quickly.

“Let’s go, Lilly!” Blake spoke in a low voice.

Outside the temple, Lilly waved her hands furiously as she took the temple away brick by brick before they left.

Only the base of the scepter was left. Blake peeked inside and saw everything there the way it was: rows of pills, herbs, and other treasures.

Everything was here.

Blake’s chest tightened even more, feeling like danger was close.

He took everything away in one move, with Lilly picking up everything that was left behind.

Blake and Lilly left the cave completely bare, without even a single brick…

Lilly’s voice could still be heard. “Daddy, why does everyone like hiding their things in caves?”

Blake said, “It might not just be caves, you know…”

they had left, the mystery person was

empty cave in front of him,

and Lilly had no idea about any of this. Both parties narrowly missed each other and would have been spotted had they been a minute early or

the Crawford

been able to take a close enough look in her haste to leave

read, the

over the cushions as he raised his eyebrows. “What? I didn’t

shook her head. “Oh, of course not. I

should be this

said with a sigh, “But everyone worked so hard, and I

her… Lilly

she deserve such kindness from

“Everyone was just doing it

of us old geezers protected and kept the underworld in

too backward to realize that. Of course we would be outrun by time and

watch themselves

generation

was no way they could have loved her enough to do something so selfless; none of them were Lilly’s actual parents, after

that they had also been thinking about themselves aside from

only people who truly loved Lilly were Blake himself, Jean, or Bettany—the kind of love that could only come from

forward, tucking a strand of stray hair behind

head at

warm. “That’s alright… You’ve died once anyway. The worst thing that could happen is just