Cultivation from the top

Chapter 117 The Misunderstood Tenderness
Cheng Tianye walked to the foot of the mountain and saw the mess all over the ground, as well as Zhuge Li lying in the mess.

The clothes on her body had been torn to shreds, and there were no complete pieces of cloth.

His whole body was already covered with bruises and blood, and he looked dirty and messy.

Although she had fallen to the ground, the two short blades that were used as weapons did not fall from her hands, and they were still firmly grasped in her hands.

Without any hesitation, Cheng Tianye stepped on the slightly muddy ground and strode forward.

Cheng Tianye stepped on the slime, broken carapace, and broken body, then pulled his foot out of the meaningless pile of meat and continued to move forward.

From just missing the top of the feet, to no longer having the calf, to every time you take a step, you need to lift your thigh high, and then step forward, it is not difficult to imagine how fierce the battle took place here.

However, Cheng Tianye didn't have time to pay attention to these things.

There is no need to even stop and sigh.

His eyes were only on the girl lying on the lump of flesh without any life activity.

The others are just meaningless background walls.

It's not worth thinking about, it's not worth thinking about, it's not worth stopping to feel something.

not worth it.

no need.

Walking to Zhuge Li's side, Cheng Tianye looked at the delicate-faced girl in front of him, without any vital signs at all.

Squatting down and putting his fingers under her nose, the weak air flow made Cheng Tianye let go of his hanging heart a little.

Probably because of too much force, too much physical and energy consumption, and fell asleep.

Putting the short blade away, Cheng Tianye hugged Zhuge Li's back and thighs, covered her with the coat that Cheng Tianye had just taken off, and continued to step on the deep and shallow road, preparing to go back.

I don't know if it's because the movement range was a little bigger, or Cheng Tianye paused for too long, but Zhuge Li, who was hugged in his arms, slowly opened his eyes and looked around wearily.

"ended?"

She spoke in a tone that made people feel tired. What she cared about was not the time or the place, but whether her task had been completed.

"Not yet, we still need your help so we can escape."

Cheng Tianye walked slowly, but did not give Zhuge Li a happy answer.

This is indeed the case. Cheng Tianye, who doesn't know how to drive, wants to leave here, so he has to take a driver with him.

Immortal Thousand Hands probably has never even seen this kind of iron box that can run, let alone driving.

Zhuge Li was the only one left. Fortunately, she was just tired, and she could still act as a driver after taking a break.

Although there are some suspicions of fatigue driving, there is no concern now.

All the civilians in the city had been evacuated, and Cheng Tianye was the only one who hadn't left.

Even the most basic laws of physics are subverted on this night, not to mention a traffic law?
Considering things also needs to be divided into before and after, and also needs to be divided into priorities.

At this time, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity and escape from this city.

Cheng Tianye understood this very well, so he would not be bound by any hypocritical rules and regulations.

Because he is Cheng Tianye.

He is a complete human being.

Rather than a puppet, a plaything.

A hamster trapped in a cage.

Not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow.

"is it?"

Zhuge Li replied weakly.

"My lord, am I doing well?"

Although there are many things I want to ask and many things I want to say, I just uttered this vague question without any direction.

Perhaps, Zhuge Li didn't really want to get an answer now, not really wanting Cheng Tianye to understand what she had done, not really wanting to be comforted by others.

Just need a reason.

A reason to give yourself peace of mind.

Having lost her ethnic group, killed people she respected with her own hands, and had no way to protect her former friends and relatives, Zhuge Li was on the verge of collapse.

It's not just muscle fatigue that consumes energy.

It's not just the slump that comes with expending energy.

More importantly, Zhuge Li has no motivation to move on, and there is no reason to keep going.

So she yearns for redemption.

Longing for a reason to continue living.

I long for an answer that will allow me to temporarily forget the pain.

Even if this sentence is so false that it can be broken with just a poke of your hand.

Even if this sentence is as meaningless as looking at the sky in a daze.

Zhuge Li only needs a reason, a reason to let herself live.

She put this hope on Cheng Tianye.

This strength is powerful, but it does not feel the existence of any shelf.

This thought is like a man like a vast galaxy.

This man who never asked about his past.

This man who gave himself a way out.

She believes that this man has such power.

More than just hugging her body.

It can also save her broken heart.

"You've done a good job, now please rest."

Cheng Tianye, who stopped in his tracks, looked into Zhuge Li's eyes, and answered Zhuge Li's question gently without any emotion.

The words he thought were appropriate produced a wonderful reaction at this moment.

The tone he thought was harmless revealed sharp minions at this moment.

He, Cheng Tianye, thought that he had said the most appropriate words at this time, the least hurtful words, and the most harmless words, but he didn't know that Zhuge Li's almost collapsed heart was watered by his words and was saved. , gaining a reason to continue living.

She, Zhuge Li, took a polite word and a slightly perfunctory word as the dawn of her own life, as the light in the darkness, as the board in the water, and she held it tightly in her hand, like a Like your own life, don't let go, don't let go.

"Thank you, my lord."

After Zhuge Li finished speaking, she passed out.

Hearing Zhuge Li's weak breathing, Cheng Tianye noticed if his words were a bit ambiguous, too vague.

He probably understood Zhuge Li's mood, and he could more or less figure out why she asked that question.

However, without thinking too much, he directly gave an answer that sounded innocuous.

He regretted why he didn't brew it slowly before speaking.

It's not Gentle's fault, it's the fault of people, but it's too ambiguous to say this sentence at this time, which will cause people to misunderstand.

The words have been spoken, how to smooth things over is a problem.

Zhuge Li, who was held in her arms, had passed out, and it was uncertain whether she would remember this incident when she woke up.

It's bad, and it's a hassle.

After standing in the dark for 2 minutes, Cheng Tianye continued to walk.

It's just that Cheng Tianye's breathing is very steady, unlike Zhuge Li's weak breathing.

It's like there is no wave in the heart.

(End of this chapter)