Let the Villain Go

Chu Qianxun blinked, suspecting that he was wrong.

But the tears that dangling in the sun had fallen into Chu Qianxun’s heart out of thin air, knocked lightly on the door of her heart that had been imprisoned for a long time, and knocked the heavy door open. .

But Ye Peitian quickly turned his head away, propped the table with one hand, and stood up. He seemed to want to say something to cover up, but after all, he didn't say anything, and he leaned on the wall towards the stairs with a little panic.

He staggered up the stairs and stumbled at the top of the stairs. The hand that had been covering his abdomen awkwardly grabbed the handle of the stairs and barely let himself fall to the ground. The blood-stained palm left a bright red on the escalator. The wound in Ye Peitian's abdomen has been bleeding, but he doesn't care about it. At this moment, he just wants to escape to his house as soon as possible and hide his embarrassed and weak appearance as quickly as possible.

Chu Qianxun looked at the back who was walking in panic,

No matter what he went through, the man's heart was still shy and soft, but he watched him struggling alone in the painful swamp without even reaching for him.

She walked forward and stretched out her hand to support Ye Peitian's arm. That hand was warm and powerful, firmly supporting the man's weak body and flustered heart at the moment.

Ye Peitian's body stiffened in an instant, but he lowered his head, pursed his mouth, did not speak, and did not show any rejection.

The two climbed the stairs quietly.

When he came to the second floor, Ye Peitian did not return to the bedroom last night, he walked slowly back to his bedroom. Standing at the door of the bedroom, he reached out to hold the door frame, turned his back to Chu Qianxun, hesitated for a moment, and raised a palm.

The pale and slender fingers loosened and tightened in the air, and the chattering sound of squeaky sounds was heard everywhere in the castle. It was the sound of a large amount of sand flowing rapidly.

There are countless rooms in this castle, and most of the doors of the rooms are closed by yellow sand. At this moment, all the doors made of yellow sand collapsed in an instant, turning into a stream of sand and disappearing.

Chu Qianxun looked at the open doors on both sides of the long corridor, and understood the meaning of this man with little speech.

These houses are free for her to enter and leave, and use the objects inside. Chu Qianxun understood this as an invitation and retention.

Ye Peitian seemed to be even weaker after doing this action. He supported the door frame with his hand, and took a few breaths. Without looking back, he walked into his house alone.

It was a very long and narrow room with a big window on the wall. The room was too small and contained only a bed and a small cabinet at the head of the bed. The bed edge supported three walls, almost occupying the entire room. On the cabinet were a few worn-out books and a small cabinet. An oil lamp.

There was nothing on the hard bed made of gravel, not to mention the mattress, not even the pillow, but Ye Peitian used to sit on the cold and empty bed, near the corner. Lie down in the same position, curled up slightly, and stopped moving.

The man fell asleep in the corner. He lived in a large castle, but only slept in such a small space. He was lying on such a sand bed in the cold and heat. He was often seriously injured but never prepared medicine.

Chu Qianxun shook his head, wondering why he abused himself like self-punishment.

Since Ye Peitian said that she could walk freely here, Chu Qianxun rummaged in the castle to find bedding and medicine for sleeping.

She walked a lot of rooms along the long corridor, and found that most of the rooms here except for beds or table tops made of yellow sand. Both are empty without any furnishings and objects.

In the entire villa, only the kitchen equipment is relatively complete. In addition, beside the bedroom where Ye Peitian slept, there was a large study room full of various books. In addition, the entire castle is clean and tidy, almost as if no one lives. Except for the excessive number of oil lamps on the walls and corners, there are no daily necessities, no debris or a little decoration.

The repetitive rooms, empty and monotonous, are the main tone of this building.

The owner here is like a prisoner, imprisoning himself in this huge, empty prison.

In a room, Chu Qianxun found a house of magic seeds that were randomly discarded on the ground. Those enviable and greedy demons of all levels that can make countless people lose their lives for this are mixed together in a mess and randomly scattered all over the ground.

Chu Qianxun was almost shocked by such wealth. She believed that most of the wealth in the hands of the big bosses could not compare with the number of demons in this room.

And these belonged to Ye Peitian alone, and he even discarded them in this unguarded empty room without even caring.

Chu Qianxun rummaged through the huge pile of gems for a long time, and finally found a few of the lowest-level magic seeds and took them out of the castle.

...

Ye Peitian’s recovery ability is far different from ordinary people. When the sun began to set, he woke up from a deep sleep. The wounds on his body that looked terrifying in the morning had basically healed. Only a huge penetrating wound on his abdomen was due to weapons. The special corrosion effect is still repeated between healing and being corroded.

He sat up from the bed. At the moment the sky was approaching dusk. Outside the window was a vast expanse of desert. A round of red sun was slowly sinking into the horizon. The orange sunlight was shining diagonally into the house, pulling out a long distance from the house. Oblique shadow.

Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and felt his heart beating slowly in his chest. He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, but he knew that his heart at this moment was completely different from the Gujing Wubo in the day. .

There is another person in the castle, another living existence, that person neither fears him nor shows him a look of hatred.

She would speak to him softly and smile at him. He bandaged his wounds and prepared steaming food for him.

Ye Peitian felt his heart beating vigorously in his chest, and there was a kind of excitement there.

He opened the door and walked downstairs with a hint of joy and expectation.

The living room was dim, without a trace of light.

The afterglow of the setting sun obliquely pulled in through windows everywhere, pulling out the dim shadows on the walls.

The long black shadows and the afterglow of the setting sun that had begun to cool down left a mottled black and red light and shadow in the entire empty hall.

Ye Peitian stood in the silent hall blankly and listened carefully for a long time, not even wanting to miss the slightest noise. However, apart from the buzzing wind in the desert and the sound of fine sand floating, there was always silence around.

He finally stepped away and walked slowly in the wide living room. At this time on weekdays, he would start lighting the oil lamps, lighting up all the oil lamps in every corner of the entire castle, so that the lights were bright.

But at this moment, he suddenly lost interest in what he must do every day.

Whether it was swallowed by darkness or buried in silence, he was lazy to use his hands, but slowly walked in the deserted castle, passing through a black and white light and shadow, through the kitchen, and up the spiral staircase. Walking through those long corridors, the rooms on both sides of the corridor have their doors open, and there is no one inside.

The man has gone.

This was a matter of course, no one would stay in such a silent castle with a devil.

His heart seemed to have a hole in an instant, and the heart that had just gained a little temperature fell into a deep valley.

Eventually he walked back to the dining room and sat in that position in the morning.

As night fell, the castle fell into a dark world.

Ye Peitian took out the small night light from his arms and flicked his finger slightly twice before turning on the switch. The white dim light lit up, illuminating the limited space, and pulled him into that circle. The faint light made his suffocating senses a little better.

He covered his bleeding abdomen, and the pain he was accustomed to was like bone gangrene at this moment. The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't get rid of it.

I will get used to living alone tomorrow morning. Just because that person appeared for just one night. This loneliness and loneliness suddenly became so profound,

So unbearable,

But he can only endure.

Ye Peitian sat in the night for a long time, staring dimly at the small night light on the tabletop. The pale light flickered, and it became bright and dimmed, and the only light in the darkness seemed to be leaving him.

The sound of a gust of wind sounded outside the gate with brisk footsteps.

Ye Peitian's eyes lit up instantly, and he instantly raised his head.

Chu Qianxun carried a large bag of things in his hand and pushed open the castle gate.

She was panting: "Oh, the nearest town here is so far away, it's dark after I go back and forth."

"Why is it so dark, why don't you light up the lights?"

"Haha, I bought a lot of food, and cook a good meal for you in the evening."

"I also bought quilts and medicine. Why don't you even have a quilt here, isn't it cold to sleep?"

The hall was still dim, but Ye Peitian's heart seemed to be filled with light in an instant, brightening up in those twittering words.