The drizzle is falling, and the Maple Leaf Mountain in front of you seems to be covered with a layer of mist, which is really wonderful.
A group of us stood in the pavilion, as if the killing just now was just an illusion.
At this moment, I only feel calm and at ease.
Di Qing held his beloved object and moaned with the sound of rain, saying only a few words back and forth.
My sword, my sword...
The person who destroyed this sword showed no regrets at all and stood calmly among us.
Yan Xitong suddenly stretched out his wrist. This action made us all nervous, but soon everyone relaxed again.
He just stretched out his wrist to catch the rainwater.
The crystal clear raindrops fell on the open palms, and then flowed away between his fingers. I don't know why, this action made me feel an inexplicable pain.
He seemed to want to grab something, save something, keep something, but those things were just like the rain, even if they fell into his palm, they would flow away ruthlessly.
After a while, Yan Xitong took back his palm as if reluctant to leave, and turned to look at me: "Do you still keep the contract?"
This was the first thing he said to me since we met.
I actually felt a little flattered and nodded repeatedly: "Keep it, keep it."
Yan Xitong said calmly: "Give it to me."
I got up without knowing it, and then Yan Xitong said again: "I once promised you that as long as you come to me with the contract, I will do anything for you."
"But I have nothing for you to do now."
What answered me was Yan Xi's fiery eyes: "No?"
"Really do not have."
"Do you want to keep fighting?"
I was stunned and shook my head slowly.
"That's it."
I suddenly understood what Yan Xitong meant. He wanted me to take the contract to offset his purpose of coming to Yan country this time.
My thoughts turned over and over again, turning into deep gratitude, but then I couldn't help but worry: "What should Yan Xiaoqing do?"
"You don't need to worry about this." Yan Xitong was as proud as ever.
Pang Xiu chuckled at the side: "The choice only depends on one's thoughts. If you give up this, you may get that."
Yan Xitong sneered: "Really?"
He turned his head to look at Pang Xiu, and suddenly reached out to hold the rainwater that he couldn't grasp: "What will I get if I give up the water in my palm?"
Everyone was stunned by the question.
Pang Xiu was still smiling: "Your Majesty, please take a look."
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and a magical red maple leaf miraculously flew towards this side and landed impartially on Yan Xitong's open palm.
The maple leaf was extremely delicate, with crystal clear water stains on it. Yan Xi looked at the maple leaf in his palm with dull eyes.
After a long while, Yan Xitong threw away the maple leaf ruthlessly, and then sneered: "Old man, you are very good at holding the flower finger."
Pang Xiu looked modest: "What a compliment, what a compliment."
Yan Xitong turned his head away, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
I clearly felt that Yan Xitong seemed to have a lot to say to me, but they all turned into a gentle sigh. They didn't feel it, but I felt it, that kind of sigh that was blended with no contradiction and pain.
Yan Xitong seemed to have made up his mind: "Give the contract to me."
This tone was not friendly at all, it even contained a hint of intimidation.
