God Killer: Star Weaver

Ling Chen looked at the tearful Qing He without saying a word to disturb him, waiting for her to wipe away her tears and steady her breathing.

"Rest, Ling Chen, I've already..." After a while, Qing He finally said softly again, and his tone was as calm and gentle as before.

"Qinghe, do you want to see your grandpa?" Ling Chen interrupted her again and asked a little apologetically.

Hearing this, Qinghe's whole body trembled again. This time she could no longer suppress the waves in her heart. She turned her head towards Ling Chen, her tear-filled eyes seemed to be looking into his perception eyes in the darkness, and she said tremblingly :

"I feel the remnants of grandpa's breath on your body...but he didn't come over, so he..."

…

Ling Chen's breathing suddenly became rapid. He had no idea that Qing He, who was in the attic next door, had already felt the battle between him and Qing Cang. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain it.

"I know, little brother Ling Chen, I don't blame you..." Qing He looked at the silent Ling Chen for a while, and finally raised his hand and covered his eyes. Tears continued to flow down and wet the pillow.

Then, she sat up, wrapped her arms around Ling Chen, leaned her head on his back, and sobbed in pain.

"I know...I know, you have tried very hard to save him..."

"But, I know you really can't help it. He... they are right next to me. I know... when my grandpa stood there, I knew... they won't let him come to see me..."

Although Qing He's voice was very soft, so soft that only Ling Chen could hear it, by the end it was completely covered by sadness and pain, and he began to speak incoherently.

Ling Chen felt the sudden softness on his back and the slightly moist orchid breath, and listened silently to her cries.

After this period of time, he has learned how to respect others.

"Why do they treat you like this?" Ling Chen didn't look back. Listening to Qing He gradually calm down, he sighed and asked softly.

"This... this group of people... have been brought to this tavern for as long as I can remember. At first... I was just an ordinary maid. Later, when I grew up, they imprisoned me in this small room. Acting as their pets..."

"I don't know why they...do this. I don't have any intention of betraying the church. I just want to be a scholar quietly like my parents...but why...they...must...force me To do something like this..."

"I really... feel like I'm in hell. I can't live, but I can't die. I can only be tortured repeatedly by those alcoholic orcs day after day... I'm really, really broken..."

Ling Chen nodded, held Qing He's Hao wrist, gently untied her, turned around, held Qing He's head, wiped away the remaining tears, smiled, and whispered in her ear. Said:

"Qinghe, don't ask what I'm going to say next, just know it. At the last moment when I fought with your grandfather, although I hit his heart, in fact, at that moment, I put my Perception, or spiritual power, was quietly injected into his body, protecting his heart in layers..."

"Moreover, when I fought with him, I secretly injected a trace of the power of the Wood-Attributed Star-Weaver into his body... Although I have forgotten the source of the power of the Wood-attributed Star-Weaver, after my previous induction, it seems to have a very special power. Strong healing ability…”

"I knocked him out of the tavern, just hoping that he could get out of the sight of the two judges. If he was still conscious and felt this power, he could use this star-weaving power to heal his wounds and escape, maybe there would still be a glimmer of life... "

As Ling Chen kept whispering, Qing He gradually stopped sobbing. She was obedient and didn't ask a word from beginning to end.

But Ling Chen could still feel that her heart was still turbulent, but a little bit of hope had been revealed from the complete despair and sadness just now.

"Thank you, Ling Chen. From the moment you stood up, I could vaguely feel that you are different from the orcs in the tavern."

After Ling Chen finished speaking, Qing He was silent for a while, and finally gently broke away from Ling Chen's hand, put his forehead on his shoulder, and said softly.

"Thank you for being willing to help us...really..."

Ling Chen shook his head, slowly put Qing He down, let her lie slowly on the pillow, and said with a smile:

"Then the purpose of the church is rules, and my purpose is to draw my sword to help when the road is rough."

Qinghe laughed softly, like the sound of wind chimes.

"Thank you. Can I make a small request to you? I want to see my grandfather. I know that he has left me forever... He is my only relative in this prison... and the only one I have to survive. The only pillar..."

"I'm sorry, little brother Ling Chen, I don't have anyone to talk to... I can only ask you for help. For example, if you are willing to help me, then..."

"Help people to the end, this is also my purpose." Ling Chen seemed to know what Qing He was going to say next, waved his hand to interrupt her, and nodded.

…

Qinghe stopped whispering.

Although he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark night, with the help of the Eye of Perception, Ling Chen still saw her smiling with tears in her eyes, seeming to be grateful but also feeling sad for her fate.

The girl was lying next to her with her eyes closed, and a crescent-like smile gently appeared at the corner of her mouth. Even Ling Chen couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

"Thank you."

After a long time, Qing He spoke softly to Ling Chen. Although his tone was still tired, he seemed to have a little hope.

Ling Chen was silent, finally unable to bear the exhaustion, he slowly lay down.

…

The moonlight flowed gently, and the two of them lay on this soft bed without closing their eyes.

They were all looking at the top of the bed in the darkness, wondering what they were thinking.

"Ling Chen, are you asleep?" Qinghe suddenly asked softly after a long, long time.

"No. There is someone lying next to me and I can't sleep." Ling Chen shook his head and said.

After hearing these words, Qinghe smiled softly, and Ling Chen could feel the complex emotions contained in this chuckle.

"Oh, this 'reward' is really torturous. I don't know what happened to the old gentleman, where he went, or whether he would be discovered and killed by the people in the academy... Although I agreed to her request, think about it. You are really causing trouble for yourself...Forget it, help others to the end, she is not a bad person anyway..."

Constantly muttering in his heart, Ling Chen blinked his eyes and thoughts flashed one by one. He was quickly looking for a plan on how to find Qing Cang.

"Can you tell me your story?" Qinghe asked when he saw Ling Chen didn't speak.

"Huh?" Ling Chen, who was thinking about the plan, shook his head and temporarily put aside other thoughts when he heard this, and said slowly:

"My story is very simple. Once upon a time, there was a person who had his memory taken away. Then he came to a place called Border Academy to find his memory. He met some friends here. Later, he left them in order to become stronger. Not long after he left, I met a girl named Qing He..."

"Later you agreed to a request from this girl named Qing He, and now you have a headache." Qing He smiled softly and said.

Hearing this, Ling Chen was startled and turned his head to Qing He:

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Qinghe shook his head and did not respond to Ling Chen's words.

Seeing this, Ling Chen sighed, and then asked tentatively:

"They...why don't they let your grandfather come to see you?"