Let the Villain Go

Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun got her head out of the warm cashmere blanket and rolled around the blanket twice with the fluffy pillow. The sheets that had just been dried still had the smell of sunlight. It was so comfortable that she wanted to rest on it.

The scent of the food had spread from outside.

Chu Qianxun crawled up from the bed.

She pushed the door open. Ye Peitian, who was sitting at the dining table, raised his head and looked over at her. Under the silver-white mask, his thin lips were slightly undetectable but turned a little upward.

Dawn crossed the courtyard wall and scattered on the stone floor in the courtyard.

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

At that moment, it seemed that he was no longer the demon with red eyes under the moon night, nor the ghost of the endless loneliness imprisoned in the desert.

He actually smiled, blushed with a little inexplicable thing, and tried hard to live.

Since walking into Baima Town and living in the crowd, Chu Qianxun noticed Ye Peitian’s discomfort and uneasiness, but also felt his efforts and tenderness.

Maybe he was also eager to return to the crowd life like he was now.

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

There was an expectation in her heart that she didn’t realize. She wished him to be willing to stay in such a world and stay with her.

Ye Peitian’s eyes were blocked by the silver mask, only his light-colored lips were exposed. No expression could be seen. He picked up the chopsticks smoothly and laid the dishes for Chu Qianxun.

This was troublesome. This person who didn’t talk much couldn’t even let her know what he was thinking, Chu Qianxun felt annoyed.

“Yes,” 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 joy filled from the bottom of her heart, which made her appetite wide, and she ate a bowl of rice more than usual.

The courtyard in the morning gradually began to become lively.

The woman who lived in the northwest corner, weeping in her house every morning at this time, told her about her tragic encounter.

Meng Meng, who lived next to her, opened the door of his house. Two young women walked out of it. The women had food in their hands, and secretly squeezed their brows to make eye contact.

He had a nickname which was Meng San (San: three/ referring to a third party in a marriage/ extramarital affair partner) that only he didn’t know of. Perhaps this was also the reason why he liked to take women home for the night to advertise himself. Most of the hard work of his hunting with third-level ability was spent on women.

Most people walked out of the door at this time, preparing to start a busy day, but some people had just finished a night’s work and returned to their accommodation to rest.

Xiao Mu came in from outside the courtyard. His mouth was stained with blood, and his wrists were scarred. His body had a large purple bruise. Usually he had a little personality. He just walked silently by the wall. When he saw Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian, he didn’t deliberately appear surprised.

Despite being beaten by Ye Peitian who also lived in the courtyard, he knew for a long time how many people were real abusive and who just tried to scare him.

“Brother?” A little girl, eight or nine years old, groped out of the house to meet him.

There was a scar across her eyes. This scar, like a claw wound, not only destroyed her beautiful face, but also made her lose its light.

“Brother, are you uncomfortable?” The girl groped for the brother’s clothes.

“No,” Xiao Mu’s voice was calm. He touched his sister’s hair and handed her a paper bag, “Take it and eat.”

The sun was gradually rising in the noise, and the warm sun in autumn shone on the life in Baima Town.

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

Chu Qianxun threw a huge long horn on Old Guo’s workbench. A unique blue luster circulated on the sharp, slender corners.

“How about this, Uncle Guo?” She rubbed her injured shoulder and leaned against the countertop, “Will it make a good sword for Lin Pei?”

“Yes, it’s good. The fifth-order monster’s horn, hardness and ductility are all outstanding. It’s suitable for a one-handed sword,” Old Guo stopped his work and turned the long sharp horn over and over again.

“It’s just you, a female, who hunts for materials all day, but leaves Lin Pei at home to cook and wash clothes.” Old Guo shook his head, took out a jar of trauma medicine and placed it on the counter, ” Gee, young people nowadays, we can’t tell.”

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