Ancient Color Strange People felt incredibly conflicted when he went to buy oranges.
He knew the village chief had already arrived.
Demon Hawk must have noticed it as well.
Since a month ago, when the village chief had ordered him to infiltrate Luoyang and spy on Demon Hawk, he knew this day would co.
And indeed, he had managed to fulfill the village chief’s trust with his skillful diplomacy.
After all, Demon Hawk was once a person of the Martial World.
But he was a Player, and quite good at handling things.
So, when he ca to help Demon Hawk manage his business, he indeed relieved Demon Hawk of many worries.
This also led to Demon Hawk valuing him more over the month and treating him very well.
During this month, Ancient Color Strange People found another kind of simple yet happy commoner’s life in the Martial World.
Although this life was not as thrilling as when he led his brothers in the Mountain Village to fight for power, it consisted only of simplicity and daily trivial matters.
Yet now, he found himself quite enjoying it.
He particularly liked staying at Demon Hawk’s fruit stall.
Because there was red clothes.
Red clothes was selling fruits at the stall every day.
She often used her onion-like slender fingers to secretly pick out so rotten fruits for him to eat.
Whenever Demon Hawk noticed this scene, the old swordsman would deliberately stiffen his face, appearing pained but too proud to complain, making Ancient Color Strange People, who initially did not want to eat, inexplicably devour the fruits and feel delighted.
Demon Hawk also drank so wine every night and would call Ancient Color Strange People to join him if he felt lonely.
The accompanying snacks were often just a plate of peanuts or fava beans, nothing more.
Ancient Color Strange People once asked, "Why not have more dishes?"
Demon Hawk didn’t answer, his face often filled with sorrow as if the word "poor" was written all over it.
Other than sorrow, Demon Hawk would drink silently, continuously drinking and eating without speaking until the snacks were finished and the wine was gone.
Drinking for Demon Hawk, it seed, was not drinking wine but consuming life.
Silence does not an not speaking; all words were in the cup.
Ancient Color Strange People gradually understood a previously unclear phrase — one cannot truly speak unless he knows how to enjoy silence, for genuine joyous words can only be articulated by those who understand silence.
He originally thought that these people were just NPCs.
And he was just a Player.
He ca to find Demon Hawk solely to complete the mission assigned by the village chief and then receive the generous rewards spoken of by the chief.
When the mission was accomplished, this unique journey of mundane tasks would also end.
Yet now, he found himself sowhat reluctant.
Sotis, like when he climbed the wall to peek at red clothes’ silhouette bathing behind the screen, bursting to pee yet unwilling to log out.
Now, the mission was about to be completed, and he could soon return to his glorious identity as a mountain bandit. Ancient Color Strange People suddenly realized that he was very reluctant, even unwilling to go back.
He could now see the fruit stall ahead and red clothes selling fruits under the tree.
But Ancient Color Strange People approached with fear.
During the day, he fantasized about becoming the strongest mountain bandit king.
At night, hidden under the blanket, he thought of red clothes.
The mountain bandit king was the unparalleled mountain bandit king.
Yet perhaps, he was also a lonely mountain bandit king.
"Xiao Gu, sotis I also want to beco a female knight, roaming the Martial World with a sword, no longer selling oranges."
"What’s good about being a female knight? Let’s go up the mountain and beco mountain bandits. When I beco the mountain king, you will be the village chief’s wife."
"Mountain king? I heard that mountain kings are terrifying and malevolent. Are they also good people? But Xiao Gu, since you want to be that kind of mountain king, I support you."
Red clothes said, sowhat indistinctly.
"Thank you for your support. I can do it! Really!"
Squawk—
A loud eagle’s shriek broke Ancient Color Strange People’s reverie. His heart trembled violently as he looked up at the sky, his body turning ice-cold.
The village chief had arrived.
mories rushed at him like a tide, of the tis beside red clothes, so mundane yet so real, so happy.
Sotis, he couldn’t even differentiate between reality and the ga.
The ga sotis felt more real, more blissful.
"Xiao Gu? What are you standing there for?"
The voice of red clothes carried from a distance.
Ancient Color Strange People’s hands trembled, and his body shook as he suddenly let out a loud shout and dashed back.
Demon Hawk was no longer the Demon Hawk of old.
The village chief was no longer the weak chief of the past.
For this month, he had been unable to find the fabled Heartless Slash Blade Manual from Demon Hawk, but he knew that Demon Hawk was not really the broken man the Martial World rumored him to be.
But how much power could a man who hadn’t wielded a blade for many years summon even if he exploded with strength? How could he match a village chief who was growing ever stronger?
...
The massive Demon Hawk appeared in Demon Hawk’s vision.
Demon Hawk’s already fearful heart grew even more afraid, even shocked.
A person riding such an exotic beast must have a significant background.
And when he saw the two people on the eagle’s backuper, Demon Hawk’s heart sank completely, the air he breathed seeming to chill him.
But at this mont, his hands suddenly stopped trembling.
Now, he really wanted a drink, and a blade.
Bang!
A figure, tall like an iron tower, carrying a blade, fell from the sky and heavily crashed on the ground.
It seed to test whether the floor’s cobblestones were harder or his body was more robust.
Consequently, with a "snap", a large chunk of cobblestone shattered.
Another figure in red clothes appeared, alighting on the courtyard wall, aloof as if standing apart from the world.
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