Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 209: Lion of Light (Part )

The decadent man stood there quietly, like a frozen statue, staring at the Seven Heavens Statue with a focused and deep gaze. He held the sword tightly with one hand, as if the sword was his only support; the other hand held the wine glass weakly, and the remaining wine in the glass swayed slightly, as if reflecting his messy mood. He seemed to be drunk, and his steps were weak but firm as he followed himself to this windy place, to the side of the Seven Heavens Statue.

At this moment, he seemed to gradually wake up from the chaos, and when he felt the gentle wind like a mother's caress gently blowing around him, he slowly raised his head and looked at the lush green grass and the clear blue sky and white clouds like gemstones. The quiet and peaceful scenery in front of him, as always, was like an eternal painting deep in the years. At a certain moment, he fell into deep thought.

Lin Huan had originally planned to turn around and leave, but at this moment she sighed softly, like a light petal falling quietly to the ground. She stopped, like a quietly blooming flower, standing quietly beside him, not too far away. For a moment, she didn't know how to break this suffocating silence, as if the slightest mistake would disturb this solemnity.

The breeze blew gently, like a pair of soft hands, gently ruffling Lin Huan's hair. The hair danced lightly in the wind, like a silent song. She hesitated for a long time, as if she had experienced a long struggle, and finally made up her mind to talk to him.

"Sir, maybe you don't remember me, but I have you deeply imprinted in my heart. It seems that we have met once before."

Alan Delin tilted his head slightly, his eyes like the ripples in a deep pool, slowly looking at Lin Huan. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and that confusion was like a thick fog, covering up the truth in his heart; there was also a trace of fatigue that was hard to conceal, and that fatigue seemed to be the deep ravines left by the years. The girl holding a sword in front of him looked so kind in his eyes, as if he saw those brave and fearless warriors in the Knights of the past. She may have fought hard in the interweaving of blood and tears, but at this moment, those blood and tears have been gently blown away and wrapped up by this gentle and poetic breeze, leaving only a few faint, vague marks, but it is enough to prove that she had experienced the same chaotic and unbearable disaster as him.

Lin Huan sighed slightly, and the sigh was as light as a shooting star across the night sky. Her posture was gentle and calm, and she slowly opened her mouth and continued.

"It was a restaurant in the city, and it was so crowded that there were no extra seats. You generously agreed to let me share the table with you. Thank you very much, sir."

Alendlin sighed deeply, his voice low and hoarse, as if coming from the bottom of a deep valley: "You're welcome. In such a crowded tavern, giving up your seat to a beautiful lady who has come from afar is the duty of a member of the Knights of Favonius, and it is also an unshirkable etiquette for a gentleman."

Alan Delin was silent for a long time, and then he spoke slowly, his tone sounding like a hum, but also like he was confessing affectionately to someone of the same kind who might have had similar experiences.

"I have had a glorious past, but also a tragic loss. Those memories, whether they were gentle and joyful, or as painful as nightmares and something that people dare not face, are like ghosts that follow me everywhere, tormenting me mercilessly. I... dare not face them, but I also dare not forget them."

His eyes became distant and deep, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the distant past: "I once fought bravely on the battlefield, and I spared no effort to protect the land I loved so much. But when I returned from the bloodbath, I found that I had lost the most important person in my life."

Lin Huan listened quietly. She certainly understood this feeling of despair, just like being in the dark, with a sharp and cold knife, ruthlessly and slowly scraping the bleeding heart. Every slight touch brought piercing pain, as if to tear the soul apart. The pain was not a momentary pain, but a long, continuous torture, like an endless tide, hitting the bank of the soul wave after wave.

The empty pain was like a huge hole deep inside my heart, with cold wind howling in and wantonly attacking every vulnerable corner. My body seemed to have lost its temperature, and I felt cold from the inside out, which made me shiver all over, as if I had fallen into an ice cave, surrounded by endless cold and despair, unable to break free.