Let the Villain Go

Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun got his head out of the warm cashmere blanket, and rolled twice inside the blanket with the fluffy pillow. The sheets that had just been dried still smelled of sunlight, so comfortable that she almost wanted to rest on them.

The smell of the food has come in from outside the door.

Chu Qianxun got up from the bed with a single bone.

Pushing open the door, Ye Peitian, who was sitting at the dining table, raised his head and looked at her. Under the silver-white cover, his thin lips slightly moved upward.

The yard is filled with the movement of every household washing, mixed with the smell of various meals.

Dawn crossed the courtyard wall, and scattered on the slate floor in the courtyard.

Ye Peitian just sat in the hustle and bustle of the city, looked up at her, and smiled at Chu Qianxun.

At this moment, he seemed to be no longer the crimson-eyed human demon under the moonlit night, nor the endless lonely ghost imprisoned in the desert.

He actually laughs, blushes because of a little inexplicable thing, and tries hard to live hard.

Since walking into Baima Town and living in the crowd, Chu Qianxun has noticed Ye Peitian's discomfort and anxiety, but he has also felt his efforts and gentleness.

Perhaps he is also eager to be able to return to life in the crowd like now.

"Can you get used to it? Would you feel uncomfortable living in such a place?" Chu Qianxun sat down at the table,

At this moment, an expectation that she didn't realize was rising in her heart, expecting him to be willing to stay in this world and stay by her side.

Ye Peitian's eyebrows were blocked by the silver cover, only his pale lips were exposed, without any expression. He easily picked up the chopsticks and served Chu Qianxun a bowl of vegetables.

It's troublesome now. This person has very few words, and now he doesn't know what he is thinking. Chu Qianxun felt a little upset.

"Well," Ye Peitian finally said softly, "I like it very much."

Chu Qianxun didn't know why she was so happy. In short, there was a rush of joy from the bottom of her heart, which made her appetite widened, and she ate an extra bowl of rice than usual.

In the morning, the yard gradually began to lively.

The woman living in the northwest corner mourned and wept in her house at this time every morning, talking to herself and crying about her tragic experience.

Meng Lao San, who lives next door to her, would open the door of the house amidst her crying, and one or two smoky young women walked out from the inside. The women held the food they received, secretly winking their eyebrows and interacting with each other. There was an only appreciative look,

Meng Lao San has a nickname that only he does not know is Meng San Miao. Perhaps this is also the reason why he likes to take women home for the night every day to advertise himself. Most of the hard work he gained from hunting monsters in Tier 3 was spent on women.

Most people go out at this time, ready to start a busy day, but some people have just finished their night of work and return to their residences to rest.

Xiao Mu came in from outside the courtyard. The corners of his mouth were stained with blood, his wrists were marked with hideous strangles, and a large area of ​​bruises. He had a little acting personality on weekdays, but today he just supported the wall and walked slowly and silently. Seeing Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian, they did not deliberately appear surprised.

Even though he was beaten by Ye Peitian who lived in the yard, he actually knew who was the real ruthless man after he had been beaten for many years, and who just frightened him.

"Brother?" An eight or nine-year-old girl groped out from the house.

On her small face, there was a scar across her eyes. This scar like a sharp claw not only ruined the delicate face, but also made her lose the light.

"Brother, are you uncomfortable?" The girl fumbled and grabbed her brother's clothes.

"No," Xiao Mu's voice calmly couldn't hear any clues. He touched his sister's hair and handed her a paper bag, "Take it and eat."

The sun gradually rises amidst the noise, and the warm autumn sun shines on the life in Baima Town.

Human beings are highly adaptable creatures, but in just a few years, the prosperous and comfortable life of the golden age has only appeared in the midnight dreams of a small number of people. In this dark age where monsters are rampant, almost all survivors are doing their best to live tenaciously in their own way.

Chu Qianxun threw a huge long horn on his shoulders on Lao Guo's workbench. There was a unique blue luster flowing on the sharp slender corners.

"How about this, Uncle Guo?" She rubbed her injured shoulder and leaned against the counter. "Give Lin Fei a handy sword, right?"

"Yes, it's not bad. The horns of the fifth-order monsters are excellent in hardness and extensibility. They are suitable for one-handed swords." Lao Guo stopped working and looked at the long sharp corner over and over several times.

"It's just you, a female doll, who ran around all day long for hunting demon hunting materials, but leaving Lin Fei at home to cook and wash clothes." Lao Guo shook his head and took out a can of trauma medicine and placed it on the counter. Hey, young people nowadays, we can’t talk too much."

"Don't say that, Uncle Guo, I have to practice more because I am inferior to him." Chu Qianxun put his wounded and bleeding arm backhand on the counter and gave himself medicine.

In Chu Qianxun's heart, whether it is a friend, a couple, or any relationship, if the level of the two people is too different, it will be difficult to maintain an equal relationship for a long time.

She had never actively wanted to improve her abilities like she did now, and the consciousness of wanting to become stronger became clearer and clearer in her heart. This is not for Ye Peitian, but for herself, in order to be able to live freely and dominate her own life just like the other herself. Live the life you want and protect the people you want to protect.

"Qianxun?" Ye Peitian's voice came from outside the house.

Chu Qianxun was taken aback, and quickly put the injured arm behind her back. She put her finger away, but there was no time to catch a drop of blood from her arm. The red drop of blood splashed on the ground.

Ye Peitian stepped into the store, stretched out her arm and took a silent look.

Obviously he could not see his expression, only his lips pressed together slightly, but Chu Qianxun felt that he was angry for no reason.

"It's just a little skin trauma, it doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while." Chu Qianxun hurriedly covered up.

"I'm just walking around the base, and there are no powerful monsters around here."

"I want to be idle or idle, it's better to practice hands."

"A monster of this level has no meaning to you, so I didn't call you specifically."

Ye Peitian led her into the house without saying a word, and Chu Qianxun kept explaining as she walked, not knowing why she was a little guilty for some reason.

After entering the house, Ye Peitian asked Chu Qianxun to sit on the edge of the bed, and sat down opposite her, flipping his hands and drew out the short blade he carried.

Chu Qianxun grabbed his wrist for a moment, "No."

Ye Peitian turned his face and turned his silver eyes towards her.

"No." Chu Qianxun said firmly, with a tone that could not be rejected, "I am not seriously injured, why do you want you to hurt yourself to treat me."

She knew that Ye Peitian's recovery was extremely strong, and she wanted to shed enough blood, at least as deeply as the last time.

"Look, it's really just a small injury. I just rubbed a little skin and didn't even hurt my bones. I am also a fifth-order saint anyway, and I will heal soon." Maybe she felt that she was too serious. Slowed down, "Or, you can give me some medicine."

Ye Peitian stood in a stalemate for a while, and finally compromised. He took out the medicine from his backpack, gently pulled Chu Qianxun's injured arm, cleaned the wound, applied the medicine, and wrapped her arm with snow white circle by circle. Bandage.

"If you want a magic seed," he said.

"It's not a demon seed, I want to become stronger," Chu Qianxun gestured, "A little stronger, then stronger, until one day I can fight side by side, and I no longer rely on your protection."

Ye Peitian stopped talking, his palms were steady, his fingertips were slightly cold, and his movements were so meticulous and cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting Chu Qianxun.

For Chu Qianxun, this kind of wound was just a small wound that she was accustomed to. She might not even be lazy to lick it after suffering such an injury on the battlefield.

But when someone took this matter to heart and treated it with such care, she suddenly felt that the wound seemed to have become hypocritical, the kind of pain that could have been negligible, with the touch of Ye Peitian's fingers, How did it become so sensitive and clear?

"Pei Tian. One thing, I always wanted to tell you." Chu Qianxun looked down at her eyes, focusing on her wounded head.

"When I first met, I took your blood without your consent. Although it was to save my best friend, it was not right. I should apologize to you."

Ye Peitian's fingers holding the snow-white bandage suddenly stopped moving. After a while, he said softly, "What's the matter... I'm sorry."

"No, I should apologize to you, everyone who did this should apologize to you."

Ye Peitian's Adam's apple rolled, and his thin lips opened slightly. Although he quickly turned away from his face, his steady hands trembled uncontrollably, exposing his uncontrollable emotions. .

Although he knew Ye Peitian’s past, Chu Qianxun understood that he would never truly understand the scars that hellish torture had left in his heart.

Chu Qianxun held Ye Peitian's hand instead, pulled him over, took his shoulders, and gave him a hug.

Until he felt his tight back muscles slowly relax, Chu Qianxun heard a low voice coming from behind the head resting on her shoulder.

"A devil like me, isn't this what I deserve?"

The voice was very soft, with an unrestrained sadness and grievance.

Chu Qianxun smoothed his back gently, "Even if everyone doesn't understand it now, I understand."

"You are not wrong, the ones who have lost their hearts, are greedy and sinister."