“Who exactly are you!?”
Han Qiongzhi turned around and asked loudly. The Li Qingshan in her memories drooled over alcohol, lusted after sex, was easily angered, liked to mock others, knew pain, knew fear, and knew guilt, but he would never show such a feeble expression.
Even in the most dire of straits, against undefeatable opponents, he would definitely throw his last punch with a roar, only resting once he died.
“Yeah, who am I?” Li Qingshan fiddled around with the cup and smiled in a slightly self-deprecating manner. “Probably something like the lord of the Demon domain, the king of Demon Gods!”
That was him in the eyes of the living creatures, a god that carried all of their hopes and wishes. As for Li Qingshan, he was merely a mortal.
The noise beside his ear hummed and bothered him, making him unable to ignore it anymore. The dark rainstorm in his chest had swallowed everything.
Han Qiongzhi’s question had shaken up all of the peace in this tiny courtyard. Her fiery-red figure seemed to be burning and roaring, so bright that it was impossible to stare directly at her.
His gaze passed her, following the mottle, earthen walls and climbing up the thatched roof, climbing up the chimney and into the depths of the sky along the wisp of smoke.
In a daze, the mottled, earthen walls seemed to become towering peaks. The thatching was like blades and spears, while the chimney was like a lone city at the top of a mountain. There was no curling smoke, blue sky, or white clouds. It was clearly dust rushing up into the sky and dark clouds pressing down on the city.
Crack! A fracture appeared on the cup. Before he knew it, his expression had changed.
The rooster crows and dog barking in the village all vanished, falling into a terrifying silence.
Han Qiongzhi widened her eyes, startled. He gave off a dreadful aura. The figure that sat before the square table seemed to be rapidly growing taller and larger, like an exceptionally steep, black mountain, where its sharp peak had already pierced the sky. No matter how hard she tried to gaze up, she was unable to see his full appearance anymore
He was so tall and distant, well beyond reach. He had already changed. He was no longer the man she was familiar with from before. He had become a god beyond her understanding.
His pain is probably something I can never understand anymore!
Han Qiongzhi’s heart throbbed with pain that refused to go away. She could not help but gaze at him blankly. His expression was fleeting and distant, yet it hid terrifying chaos and killing intent, like he was submerged in a bloody, murderous dream.
She blamed herself for berating him. She clearly just wanted to spend a day with him as an ordinary husband and wife, so talking about the past and drinking a bit was enough. Why couldn’t she give him this momentary peace before sending him on his way to the battlefield where he belonged?
“Qingshan! Qingshan!” An urgent voice woke Li Qingshan up from the dream.
He blinked his e…
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