C331 The Man Who Was Born (2/2)

”Go, tell your grandma that an important guest has arrived. Tell the kitchen to cook some good dishes!”

After Jian Bushang finished instructing his grandson to put him down, he turned and sighed, ”Sigh, this child is actually quite pitiful. In order to earn money, his parents took advantage of the war and the lack of weapons to do the pyrolite business in the Mainland. He has never seen his parents in his entire life before!”

At last, he said, with a strange surprise, I don't know if this war is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't understand!

The speaker may not have meant it, but the listener did.

After Dreamy Tibetan Witch heard this, he stood still. Although his expression was covered by the mask, one could still feel that he was thinking seriously.

”War …” he said to himself. ”What is the evil war for profit, for want of property, and what is the just war for, to sacrifice so many innocent lives for the sake of justice?”

Jian Bushang suddenly heard him speak for such a long time that he was obviously stunned, and only after a while did he react and say, ”Looks like little brother has also experienced war before. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, as long as we ordinary people have food, drink, and drink! ”Come, let's go to the Guest Clan first. The dishes in the kitchen will be ready soon!”

With that, he pulled Dreamy Tibetan Witch into the guest hall and gave him a warm welcome.

It was night. The sunlight faded, making the land feel slightly cool.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the fiery red Fire City with unparalleled beauty. At this moment, the Fire City was truly lively. After a day of fatigue, people walked onto the streets one by one to celebrate and whisper in the rare cool world, or to simply do nothing as they quietly sat by the river at the corner of the street to catch their cool.

Humans, no matter how difficult, would always find a suitable way to amuse themselves.

But when it was bustling with noise and excitement outside, Dreamy Tibetan Witch was already fast asleep on the bed.

Today, as usual, he drank too much wine, too much for him to count. His alcohol tolerance was not bad, and was even so good that it was unbelievable. At least this point looked like it to Jian Bushang who had seen countless people, but how did he get drunk so quickly?

Could it be that everyone was drunk?

No matter what, he was asleep and snoring loudly.

But why was there so much terror in that originally unrestrained snoring, so much terror that it sounded like the cry of a helpless child?

He clenched his fists. The cloth was soaked with sweat, and even the mask that covered his face was dripping — was it sweat, too, or was it a man's tears?

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the past, to the place where he had dreamt countless times …

Tibetan Witch Mountain!

A brilliant blue light, a crowded crowd, and then a beautiful face. Amongst the five star mass of light, there stood a sad and beautiful person. Their face was blurry, but it emitted a sorrowful aura.

Yes, it was sadness.

Then there was the fear of the crowd, my helplessness and the tattered suicide note. His head was spinning and his eyes were blurry. Everyone had turned into stars in the sky. In the center of the stars was that beautiful and fragrant epiphyllum flower! Its color was too bright to look at.

However, the Ephemeral Flower instantly withered into pieces of teardrops, scattering down on the two lovebirds that were playing with the water. The mandarin duck panicked and then flew into the air as if it was fleeing for its life. Then, there was the loud sound of thunder, and then …

After that was her lost face and her body covered in cold sweat after waking up!

”Xi Yan, Xi Yan...”

Dreamy Tibetan Witch, no, he should be called Chang Jingye instead. He painfully sat up in shock, the smile on his face in his dream had actually turned into a bone-piercing pain!

Three years. A whole three years!

I've been running away, running away from all the people I know. Every day, I let myself get drunk, not to forget, but to see you again in my dreams, because only when I'm drunk can I see you again in my dreams — every time it's a nightmare, but it's enough, at least I can see you in this way every day!

You said you would be the kindest star in my dream, but why can't I see you every night? It's them! They're the ones who harmed you! God race, detestable God race! Xi Yan, wait for me. There will be a day when I will take revenge for you and even if it becomes even more difficult, I will still take the head of the Celestial King to pay my respects to you. Then, I will accompany you forever — But, please allow me to fall into depravity here …