The human heart is like a translucent glass, dark on the outside and transparent on the inside.
Looking from the outside in, everything in my heart is blurred and unclear.
But if you look from the inside out, everything is wrapped in a dark disguise, making it difficult to know the original color.
Everyone knows some facts, but no one is willing to expose them.
Just like about his son, Robert.
Hearing Han Baiyi's remarks, the armored swordsman was angry at first, and then trembled violently, as if he was about to burst out of his armor.
The hand wrapped in iron armor suddenly raised, grabbed the armor on his face, and tore upwards with force.
Han Baiyi looked at his actions and frowned.
With a dull sound of cracking silk, the iron armor fastened on the face was pulled down with the flesh-colored skin, revealing the scarlet face underneath. Blood slowly flowed, and the brown curly hair was condensed into a ball as if it was stuck together by mud.
It seemed that it was because of the pain on his face that the man's hands were shaking slightly, but his spirit had recovered from the previous wavering.
Seeing the man inside the armored swordsman, Han Baiyi sheathed his sword.
The man wrapped in heavy armor was surprisingly thin.
Although the skeleton is still huge, the white dry skin is wrinkled and stuck to the skeleton, the eye sockets are sunken, the cheeks are as sunken as sockets, and a pair of green eyes are full of bloodshot eyes.
"What you said...is, really?"
Although he is a Westerner, the man speaks Yingzhou dialect extremely fluently.
Just with some accent.
"Of course it's true." Han Baiyi pretended to be careless and bored, "I haven't had enough time to come here just to lie to you."
"What? You don't believe it?"
The armored swordsman's face was scarlet when he took off his helmet, and the left half of his face that was torn off was firmly attached to the helmet.
Nodding heavily.
In order to pass the test of the Senbon Sword, apart from opening his mouth and crotch armor when eating and relieving himself, he was constantly honing his sword skills at other times.
Excessive consumption of swordsmanship made him look like he was exhausted, but he still practiced hard in order to save his son Robert.
It is precisely because of this that he gained the strength he has now.
However, Han Baiyi's words today shattered his years of hard work and struggle.
Naturally, he cannot believe it easily.
But years of waiting and wasting time left him with no confidence.
Han Baiyi smiled, this was the effect he wanted.
"Then why don't you come and see with me? I'm here just to gain the power of the Son of Change. Whether you believe it or not, at least you can see the facts."
As he spoke, Han Baiyi looked at the face on the armored swordsman's helmet, and then at the bloody wound on the left cheek.
There was no reaction in my heart.
It's just tearing off the skin. He has died hundreds of times. What kind of pain has he never experienced?
Han Baiyi thought indifferently.
Relatively speaking, Yong Zhen, who had not yet come back from the dead, was even more panicked by this scene.
Yongzhen might hit someone after hearing this.
His mind was full of energy, but Han Bai maintained the same frivolous smile on his face.
"What do you call it?"
"Guts."
The armored swordsman's voice was cold and his eyes were pointed at Han Baiyi.
"If I find out in the end that you are lying to me, I will kill you."
As if to show his power, Gus swung the sword and thrust it back behind his back, causing a roar of wind.
"You have to be able to touch me."
Han Baiyi was still casual.
Gus nodded coldly.
When facing such a strong-willed person, the more you act like a mother-in-law who loves the world, the more he will resist, subconsciously thinking that the other person just wants to save himself and takes this approach.
But if you show an indifferent look that doesn't care about his experience, the cruel words that come out of your mouth may actually be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
People are always pretty mean.
Although as a college student in an ivory tower with little social experience, Han Baiyi only knew this.
Because he is always a mean person and likes to do thankless things when he has nothing to do.
"I'm going to meet a lot of monks from Xianfeng Temple on the road soon. You won't let me fight a group of them alone, right?"
Han Baiyi turned his back, pulled a piece of grass from the ground, peeled off the blades, and held the stem in his mouth, looking like a prodigal.
But he was secretly holding the sword in his hand, always on guard against the opponent's sneak attacks.
However, Gus didn't seem to be as dirty as he thought. Holding his helmet, his torn cheek was bloody and exposed to the air.
It looks a bit heartbreaking.
But Gus had that dead face on his face, as if he didn't feel anything at all.
Only his slightly trembling hands could reflect his weak sense of pain.
"Won't."
Gus uttered two words coldly.
As if he felt that two words were not enough to express his hatred, Gus added a particularly long sentence.
"I would have killed those bald heads a long time ago."
"Heh, I hope you won't pee your pants when you see those monsters."
"..."
...
Ashina Castle,
In the top room of the castle tower.
The wine jars were still arranged randomly, but Ashina Isshin's complexion looked a little older than before, although this was not surprising.
This old man has been dealing with war and blood all his life, and has spent his whole life in gains and losses.
He thought he was used to it.
But he may also be old.
After losing the last close friend he could talk to, his heart seemed to be dead, and he spent every day in a thick white liquid, ignoring everything in the city.
He is already old, sixty-nine years old, which in this era is considered to be the rare age of seventy years.
This year, for a man who has been fighting and killing for his whole life, and who drinks alcohol to relieve pain when he is injured, it is simply weird.
Fortunately, although he does not have a woman, he still has a worthy grandson.
Ashi's name is Genichiro.
This grandson is sitting in front of him now.
Ashina Isshin had some instructions.
Some secrets should be told before death.
"Genichiro." The old man slanted his shoulders and leaned on the wine jar beside him, "Do you know what I relied on to unify this place and become so powerful twenty years ago?"
Sun Tzu shook his head, his face seemed calm, but his burning eyes revealed his thoughts.
He desires to be strong.
Even if it was just for Ashina, in order to resist the inner government, he still needed strong power.
Such a huge inner palace cannot be defeated by them desperately resisting one or two attacks.
As Ashina's current actual helmsman, Genichiro knows exactly what kind of opponent they are facing.
Ashina was single-minded but didn't seem to care about the name of the so-called ruler of the country. He looked at the sky outside the terrace and spoke calmly, but he was still entangled in countless memories.
"It's Sakuraryu."
Genichiro frowned,
This kind of joke is not funny.
Ishin, who was known as the Sword Master by the world, now seemed like an ordinary tall and thin old man with a weak voice.