Chapter 462: Maybe I Was Too Late To Say Goodbye That Day ?° ?? ?° (1/2)

“Chai Ling, Guan Ying wants to get rid of the Devil Star.”

Su Xing spoke of Guan Ying’s request.

“Get rid of the Devil Star? This Palace shall go investigate.” Chai Ling nodded.

“Does that Brave Star Great Blade Guan Sheng want to dispel the Nine Nether Devil Star Stone?” Xi Yue was astonished: “She actually is not very bad.”

“Even so, this does not make up for what she has done.” Zhang Feiyu coldly snorted.

Hu Niangzi’s eyes were filled with hate. Su Xing patted her shoulder.

Hu Niangzi knew his kind intentions and showed a sorrowful smile.

“It would truly great if the stone can be removed. We will have an even greater chance the next time we confront Guan Sheng.” Xi Yue said. The Five Star Great Blade actually was too defiant of the natural order. Before the Fourth Phase began, she was already very difficult to face. Only if they had their own Five Star Divine Weapon could they possibly be a match, let alone that the Nine Nether Devil Star Stone Weapon was too terrifying. One slash was fatal. Uncontracted Star Generals would Starfall into the blade, which was truly hair-raising.

“However, if Guan Ying truly removes the Nine Nether Devil Star Stone, that moment will be the time she Starfalls.” Zhang Feiyu chuckled: “Is she not afraid of Starfalling?”

“Rather than suffer and become such a sinner of a Brave Star, how is Starfall not a means of freeing herself. However, a contracted Star General is not allowed to do this.” Chai Ling muttered.

Only she herself could know a question like this.

…

Deep night, cool clear water, a full moon.

Su XIng sat in his room refining that Frost Flame. The bean-sized Frost Flame again was several sizes larger and even more concentrated. Perhaps it could battle a Star General after a little more time. The Gongsun Huang in the Star Nest still needed a few more days to be able to recover. Recalling the “Huaqing Pool” that Guan Ying used to quickly recuperate, Su Xing also pondered whether or not he should take some precautions, so as to avoid long times waiting uncomfortably in the Star Nest.

Su Xing walked out of his room. The heavens were adorned with myriad stars, the moon bright as a mirror.

Calculating carefully, it should be mid-autumn over on Earth now. Su Xing reminisced. Although he was already accustomed to fighting on all sides from his time in the military, deploying to peripheral regions and not being home for the whole year, that Su Xing could adapt so quickly after coming to Liangshan was because of this reason. But people were not plants. Who could be so ruthless, to even now from the very first Star Duel want to obtain the wish to go back.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and then a century seemed to pass.

Su Xing noticed that he was already incapable of bringing himself to separate from Lin Yingmei and the rest. Naturally, he had no capability to mention of returning, and he had unconsciously changed his wish from the Star Duels to helping the beautiful girls accomplish their long cherished dream of finally ending the cycle of the Star Duels.

Boundless and vast, staggering along, through the bumps in the road, through the ups and downs.

In his distraction, Su Xing discovered that he had already changed…longing welled up in his heart, and he suddenly recalled an army song, a song about goodbyes that were too late. “ Maybe I was too late to say goodbye that day, I’m already stepping into the ranks of battle. All of my thoughts are bound in my backpack, and my army sack has tied up all of my conflicts. Gazing at the barracks is a short silence, the dove that flies over is reluctant to part. I hug my rifle tight against my chest, my gaze calmly staring at the plains. Ah! Maybe I was too late to say goodbye that day. Faraway kin, maybe you can understand. Ah! I was too late to say goodbye that day. To shout out the motherland, which is also so dear…” 1

The army song was loud and resonant, piercing the tranquil night, carrying a slight sadness that nevertheless did not let anyone feel sorrow. Liangshan Continent had never had a song conquer the Great Circle Castle.

The half-drunk, half-awake Konghou was suddenly a bit sober.

The charming Chai Ling stroked the Three-eyed Wealth Inviting Beast, her eyes half-shut.

Xi Yue was entranced.

Zhang Feiyu thought, “Where did this evildoer come from? Completely going against the traditional modes of Liangshan Continent’s music, yet it was also composed so emotionally. Little Sister, quickly wake up and see your man…” Su Xing stopped singing. Only then did he feel he had been too passionate. He saw that the Great Circle Castle was absolutely silent, quiet enough for people to feel shaken. He wondered if he had disturbed everyone.

“The affairs of man are complicated, happy with time, sad when losing it. I know only that the purple seal cord is noble, I do not feel this is a dream of golden millet.”2 Recalling that dream of golden millet line from the verse, Su Xing disdainfully smiled.

The door opened, and Su Xing turned his head back.

Hu Niangzi wore water-blue palace dress. Like mist, she daintily entered the room.

“Wife, what are you doing this late?” This cliche phrase sounded rather ambiguous.

Hu Niangzi gently closed the door, taking Su Xing aback.

“Dear Husband, something heavy is on your mind?” Hu Niangzi walked over.

“I’m sorry, I’ve let you down.” Su Xing smiled.

Hu Niangzi slightly shook her head, sitting directly on the bedside. Red clouds flew across her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes rippled. Hu Niangzi laid upon the bed. The girl’s curves inherently were beautiful, and she was wearing a short skirt, underwear-like water-blue shirt (please see original profile for Hu Niangzi),3 muslin streamers, the figure underneath faintly discernible.

Light clouds left the mountain peak. Her hair sprawled chaotically over the bed, and her chest was half-exposed. The Bright Star closed her eyes, burying her head into the pillow. She gently bit her red lips, quietly laying there.

“Wife?” Su Xing walked over.

A watery fragrance assailed his nostrils, more beautiful than a butterfly, more clear than snow.

Su Xing had even thought that Hu Niangzi was uncomfortable. He subconsciously reached out his hand to touch her forehead. Immediately, he felt that he had done more than was needed. How could a Star General have a fever? However, Hu Niangzi suddenly fell onto the bed, her silence making Su Xing slightly worried and bewildered.

“Does Dear Husband not wish to ask Niangzi about what happened that night?” Hu Niangzi whispered.

When she said this, Su Xing grunted. “Why didn’t you…resist? Is it because I’m your contractor?”

Hu Niangzi shook her head, her long eyelashes shuddering.

“Because…Because…Because Niangzi has embraced her resolution for inevitable death.”