Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Zong Jue woke up in a dream of exhaustion and hot flashes, but he didn't rush to open his eyes.

He had to sort out his thoughts first, and then piece together the intermittent memory fragments when he was in heat, to figure out roughly what happened.

It is not a bad thing to be able to avoid injury, no matter how good his self-resilience is, he would not like to be injured, but to some extent he would rather wake up with scars now, or what happened to him when Yue Duming really took advantage of others.

The more you do nothing, the deeper you sink and the more painful the torment.

Zong Jue was surrounded by a sense of heaviness, exhaustion, and guilt that came from nowhere, and felt indescribably uncomfortable for a moment.

But it was clearer than ever that such ambiguous delays would lead to nothing.

Obviously, the delaying tactics Bai Ze used against him back then were quite effective, and within a few years he obediently recognized the reality and drew a clear line.

Maybe it's because there are two on my side?

Children always like something to be fought over.

Zong Jue opened his eyes and sat up slowly, took out a bathrobe and put it on, looked around and met Yueyue Ming's eyes.

"Are you awake?" A smile appeared on Yue Duming's face, but he froze because of Zong Jue's expression, and asked uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

He inexplicably had a bad premonition, and because of this premonition, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and even had the urge to escape.

Zong Jue looked at Yue Duming carefully, and he can almost clearly recount the appearance of the little Douding he saw at the beginning. A warm color appeared in his eyes, and he raised his hand and landed on Yue Duming's head to rub gently. Rubbing, "...I'm sorry."

His tone was so low that it was almost like a sigh, but he couldn't erase the obvious rejection in it.

Yue Duming stiffened his body and forced himself to look into Zong Jue's eyes, his mouth was full of blood.

He knew what Zong Jue was talking about and what it meant, and asking the bottom line would only make him more embarrassed.

"Is there no chance?" He still couldn't help asking.

At this moment, Yue Du Ming looks like the pitiful look of losing his beloved treasure when he was a child, looking for it everywhere to no avail, trying not to cry, but his eyes have long been filled with sadness and bitterness, mixed with a bit of despair .

"Really..." He murmured in a daze, "Is there no chance?"

Zong Jue closed his eyes and hardened his heart, and put his fingers up and down in Yue Duoming's hair, "I'm sorry."

Gave you false hopes.

If he had been able to refuse straightforwardly at the very beginning, maybe everyone would not be too painful when he pulled away now.

Yue Duoming still looked into Zong Jue's eyes, stubbornly unwilling to move away, "...I see."

He knew, when he saw Zong Jue's eyes, he knew that he had no hope.

Zong Jue's consciousness was confused for a moment, and a very dazzling light seemed to light up in front of his eyes. When the light went out, he was already in the land of hell, and the resentment of being imprisoned in the deepest part of hell surged. When he raised his hand, he was suppressed and swallowed.

At that time, Zong Jue chose this place to spend the estrus period because Zong Jue knew that he would win, and knew that the malicious resentment here would not be able to swallow him, but would only become his nourishment.

"I was kicked out." Zong Jue smiled wryly, watching the last remaining moonlight on his wrist disappear into the darkness, as if he had probably lost forever the child he took care of until he grew up and had to light up the Milky Way every night to fall asleep The same—maybe this was the ending he hesitated to avoid in the first place.

He is afraid of this loss.

The barrier between Huangquan and the Food of the Night is constantly being strengthened, and he can feel the resistance of that barrier to him, probably the entire Food of the Night will be closed to him from now on.

Behind him in the endless darkness of the food of the night, there seemed to be a faint sobbing sound, and it was swallowed back into the throat for a moment, like a hallucination of misheard.

Zong Jue sighed, and walked out with his back to the barrier.

It's time to explain everything clearly and deal with it. Procrastination is just hurting others and yourself. The more you delay, the more difficult it is to break it.

He found Xiaohumaru in Inari Daimyojin's domain.

Should he say that he was lucky? He played away games twice in a row. At one point, he was really worried about being dragged into the abyss and black prison of the food of the night or the endless illusion of Inari God.

Xiaohumaru probably already had a premonition, the god's premonitions were always damn accurate, so accurate that they didn't even have a chance to get lucky.

"Aren't you even willing to keep the contract?" Xiaohumaru knelt in front of Zong Jue, looked up at Zong Jue, "Even if it's just a contract?"

Zong Jue shook his head, "You..." he said hesitantly, "You are the highest masterpiece of my life."

He still remembered how proud and expectant he was to forge the vibrating knife in that cramped and dreary forging room, and how eager he was to use his own blood to sharpen it for him. What a joy, what a joy, when he appeared.

Although it was cast in the name of Inari, and although the main hammer is just an ordinary human being, what finally formed is a rare treasure that cannot be copied. He poured all his strength and heart into it, and it is probably the highest masterpiece that will never be surpassed in this life.

He never told anyone about it.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that.

Zong Jue patted Xiaohuwan's shoulder slowly, and cut off the contract between them without any hesitation.

Wander too long in hopeless love, and the knife will become blunt.

Xiaohuwan grabbed his wrist, and suddenly jumped up and bit Zong Jue's lips fiercely. He bit so hard that Zong Jue felt like he was going to be bitten off, and the sharp canine teeth were embedded in the soft flesh. , the raised red eyes were burning with fire that made his heart palpitate, "Since there is no hope..." The flame seemed to turn into magma with a faint watery light, "How about giving me a good dream... Zong Master Jue?"

Zong Jue lowered his eyes, and pushed him away firmly without any hesitation.

"Feel sorry."

If you have a sweet dream, you will have thousands of thoughts and endless troubles.

Probably in a few days, Inari's protector will also come to fight him.

If you are unlucky, you may not even have friends.

Zong Jue was a little dazed, and didn't come back to his senses until he was slapped on the head by the ghost lamp.

"What's the matter with you?" Ghost Lantern circled his arms with a displeased expression on his face, "You look like you have lost your soul."

"It's okay." Zong Jue shook his head, raised his hand and hooked Ghost Lantern's shoulder, "Would you like a drink? I'll treat you."

Ghost Lantern looked at his watch, and there were still several hours before the scheduled off-duty time, and then he looked to the side, one or two of the jailers who were too busy to touch the ground looked like they had kidney deficiency due to excessive overtime.

"Okay, where are you going?" Ghost Lantern pulled Zong Jue's hand off, "I won't go if it's too cheap."

"Don't worry." Zong Jue laughed, "I promise to satisfy you."

The most famous shop in Zhonghehua Street, Hua Kappo Hu Yuqian, is one of the few places where you can drink the best wines from China.

Of course, the price is the same thrilling.

A first assistant officer in hell, a former field chief, no matter what, he can't ostentatiously run to Huajie during working hours, so he simply cut flowers and cooks. Miss Daji, the boss of Fox Yuqian, has some kind of friendship with Zong Jue, and generously opened a secret passage to let him They sneaked in avoiding the eyes and ears of the crowd, and waved their hands proudly to open the treasured wine to entertain the guests.

"You really gave up your life to accompany the gentleman." Daji leaned against the table and smiled at the ghost lamp, "I will remember to keep it a secret from Master Bai Ze."

Ah, the confidentiality fee is also included in the bill.

"Anyway, he pays." Gui Deng sipped the wine in the wine cup, and motioned to Zong Jue beside him, "He is not short of money."

For those who rely on Izanami-sama, the only thing left is money.

"Hello." Zong Jue grumbled in protest, raised his head and took another sip of wine—although it was useless to come here to get drunk after rejecting two suitors hard-heartedly just now, but he really needs a little bit now, even if Just a little bit, pamper yourself.

Zong Jue has always been an outlier among wild men, from his body shape to his personality. He doesn't indulge in pleasure, and his desire to control himself is so strong that he doesn't look like a wild man at all. The cub that comes out, after all, he grows up many times faster than Yegan of the same age. He can hunt alone when other people’s Onogan is still breastfeeding. The size is close to adulthood, and he was forced to end the juvenile period early Driven out of the group to fend for themselves.

So although Ye Gan lived in groups, Zong Jue spent most of his life living alone.

So he likes cubs, and likes to pick up those fluffy little balls back to the nest and raise them, watching them running around lively, as if making up for the missing period of infancy.

He was merciless and hard-hearted when he refused, but how could he be ruthless and hard-hearted.

Zong Jue lay down on the table and laughed lazily, covering his face with his sleeves.

In fact... I was so sad that I was about to cry.

Gui Deng propped his chin and poured him another glass of wine, and comforted him dryly: "Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

Asking too much while giving too little, stalemate will probably not have a good ending in the end.

"The last time the Greek gods visited," Zong Jue slowly spun the wine cup, "Cupid gave me some lead arrows."

Cupid's golden arrow can ignite the fire of love in the bottom of his heart, and the lead arrow can extinguish the fire of love forever. Even the gods cannot resist the power of his love arrow.

Zong Jue once seriously considered the possibility of stabbing Yueyomi and Xiaohumaru with one arrow, but in the end he chose to give up.

He can refuse, but he is not qualified to decide the coming and going of love on behalf of others.

For a moment, he really wanted to stab himself.

Ghost Lantern stuffed the dessert that accompanied the wine into Zong Jue's mouth, tapped the chopsticks on the side of the plate twice, raised his eyebrows and said, "Your idolized thing is coming to an end soon."

"Please, you still have to squeeze me at a time like this." Zong Jue smiled wryly.

"It's better than letting you go down." Ghost Lamp took it for granted without any hesitation, "The technical department has detected a signal about a new type of enemy knife. According to the analysis, it is likely to be the node of the entire system."

"Okay, okay, I've convinced you." Zong Jue twitched the corner of his mouth, but accepted the task.

"Go back and send me the coordinates."

As for now?

"Miss Daji, please have two more jars of wine!"