The Way of the Sword (BL) - Chapter 163

She cried for some time, while the handsome man with the tyrannical aura was cutting vegetables; he even wore a cute apron that combined with his masculine beauty made him look a little softer, while the handsome and kind man sat near the Immortal Slaughter with a handkerchief in his hand and the other hand holding the crying woman’s calloused and thick hand.

Until at last, the cry of agony became softer and quieter, finally, she only had tears that seemed endless to wet her marked face. The golden-winged child approaches and he stroked the back of the Immortal Slaughter trying to comfort the pitiful adult, he looked a lot like the kind man who now helped her wipe away tears.

“It’s all over, you can cry all you want now, but you can’t lie on my husband’s lap anymore,” the black dragon said this short sentence, looking slightly at the pitiful new goddess and went back to cooking for the children and his husband, lighting the fire with his black dragon fire, for some reason the Immortal Slaughter wanted to laugh at this god who looked more like the God of Vinegar than the tyrannical god who caused terror in the novices.

The Lord of Dragons, as he was known to the gods; he was thus a god of few words and who seemed very cold on the surface. However, he knew more than anyone how difficult it was to deal with all the consequences of having lives cut short by his hands. After all, there was a time when he was arrogant enough to see life as if it were grass.

“En, my husband is right. Now you can cry and pray to the souls of mortals that they will have good reincarnations, who knows grandpa destiny will not do you a favor and grant this request,” said the eagle to the Immortal Slaughter referring to the God of Destiny, who was watching and traced the fate of many mortals.

“Don’t cry anymore, Miss Fairy!” the children asked, forming a circle around the Immortal Slaughter and looking at her pitifully.

“En, I’m not going to cry anymore,” said Immortal Slaughter still with tears streaming down her face, but she managed to smile a little. She was crying not only for regret but also for this new warmth that she was receiving from these gods that she had never seen in her life.

Yi Yuga looked at Zemin Yan strangely, he can only sigh in his heart, and his thought brother Yan was a very good person. This he knew this, but Zemin Yan was too good for his own good.

“Whatever you say, Brother Yan,” Yi Yuga said with a shrug. If he wanted to welcome dozens of people, he wouldn’t mind, he would only have to be strong to throw these dozens of people out if they weren’t as good as Zemin Yan imagined them to be.

Zemin Yan knew that his best friend didn’t believe him, but he didn’t pursue the matter. Zemin Yan has always had this sense of recognition as if he meets old friends one after the other.

The first was Yi Yuga, then Wen Jie they got along too quickly despite his parents being people who cursed Zemin Yan. Then he felt this very strong feeling when he met Zhong Liang’s gaze, then with the appearance of Tai-Yang, at that moment he felt that person was problematic even if he had only seen himself for a few seconds.

Zemin Yan didn’t think Tai-Yang was evil, but that he was a troubled person, he just felt it deep in his heart. In the same way that he felt that he could trust Yi Yuga with all his heart and the feeling of strong admiration for Zhong Liang since the first meeting in the dark forest and then when his eyes meet days later.

Then he saw Chong Bo and saw the image of a beautiful woman and the feeling that they could be friends, a sense of wanting to get closer to her. This was very strange, but it was how Zemin Yan felt.

Something similar made Zemin Yan approach Xiong Jia and offer help, he just felt that he was meeting a long lost beloved friend, but he couldn’t explain this kind of feeling, and many times people would not believe him, as was the case with your best friend at that moment.

Taking into account that Zemin Yan is a reserved and cautious person with a stranger, these friendly attitudes were out of character, although Yi Yuga always thought that Zemin Yan was that kind of kind child.

Zemin Yan had accepted the kind and flirtatious Shou Zuo, the poor and fragile Chu Yue, the gluttonous and quarrelsome Qian Dalai, accepted Yun San’s kindness and Lan Ruan’s favor, but he still had reservations in his heart despite his attitude warm. Fortunately, the actions of Shou Zuo, Chu Yue, and Qian Dalai showed that it was okay for Zemin Yan to become friends with them.

Only he didn’t have an ounce of hesitation in opening his heart to Yi Yuga and Zhong Liang, as if he always knew he could trust these two people with all his heart. In the case of Wen Jie, he also felt this strong connection, as if he were his biological older brother, as for Xiong Jia and Chong Bo it was like meeting old friends. This kind of indescribable feeling could not be explained in words.

Zhong Liang had his eyes shining strangely, he who had overheard the conversation between Yi Yuga and little Yan, if it weren’t for Sying moving in his embrace and awakening him from his thoughts; he felt he was reaching some kind of enlightenment. He had a strange thought, but like a fleeting dream, this thought suddenly escaped. He suddenly felt empty, it was a familiar and strange feeling, emptiness was part of his life, but it was strange that he perceived it only now as something negative.

The more Zhong Liang tried to focus on that fleeting thought the more he felt it was something important and the emptiness seemed to increase in his chest the more he struggled to find answers the more he lost himself in this feeling.

“Brother Liang, is there something wrong?” Zemin Yan asked suddenly using his soul power, even though Zhong Liang showed no expression and the mask that covered part of his face didn’t allow Zemin Yan to see the complete complexion of the other man, he felt that the war god of his heart was acting strange.

Just as a warm summer breeze shakes the grass and takes pollen away, the emptiness in Zhong Liang’s chest has been extinguished and the unsettling thought has subsided, he shouldn’t focus on anything other than the present now.

“It’s nothing,” Zhong Liang spoke as always in an indifferent tone and short phrase, but somehow Zemin Yan felt that this senior brother had changed his emotional state before he was same cold enough to cause concern for Zemin Yan, and now he was calmer. Somehow Zemin Yan felt that Zhong Liang was a little gentler, even though little or nothing in the attitude of a minute ago was noticeably different.

Zemin Yan felt how mysterious it was that he knew so much about Zhong Liang with so little information that another passed on externally, this kind of inexplicable connection and that if he tried to put it into words he himself couldn’t believe that he could understand a person as well as he did with Zhong Liang.