Han Duo'er had never felt as hopeless and helpless as she did now. She only felt that the world in front of her was becoming dark and her chest was aching.
The world is vast and vast, but she only feels that there is no place for her to stay. She is already in her forties, but she still looks like she is in her mid-twenties, looking pretty and pretty.
She is no longer the dark and inconspicuous girl she used to be. Han Duoer sat quietly on a fan-shaped magic weapon, with a slender figure in front of him and several spiritual lights whistling behind him.
They are being hunted. Just half a day ago, Han Duoer's husband Shang Xing suddenly returned to the small courtyard where the two lived. Without saying a word, he tinkered in his alchemy secret room for a while, and then took Han Duoer with him. Walking all the way towards the edge of Luoyao City.
After the martial law was imposed in Luoyao City, entry and exit were prohibited at all city gates. However, I don’t know how Shang Xing did it. The monks guarding the city actually opened a small crack for them. It was this small crack that allowed them to successfully leave the Luoyao City under martial law.
Before Shang Xing took Han Duo'er far away, several human monks were chasing him.
Han Duoer tried to ask Shang Xing what she was doing, but her husband, who used to speak softly to her and always answered her questions, remained silent.
Han Duoer is just a mortal, but he is a mortal who has lived among the monks for decades. On weekdays, she doesn't just sit around in the courtyard, but occasionally chats with her neighbors.
Although it is said that there are no mortals in Luoyao City, there are always some exceptions. For example, Han Duoer. There are also many mortals like Han Duo'er, but only a few of them are family members of monks, and the vast majority are mortals who maintain the most basic operations of Demon Falling City.
The number is small and almost negligible. But it was these people who gave Han Duoer some sources of information.
She knew that there was a problem in Luoyao City a few days ago, and now the demon clan's details were being strictly investigated. And her husband is running away with her at this moment.
Han Duo'er was not stupid. She already had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it.
For a moment, she just felt that her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't think or understand anything clearly. It was as if the world in front of her was covered with a foggy veil, making her panic, uneasy and anxious.
"Husband, can you tell me whether you are a human or not?" Han Duoer was protected by Shang Xing on the magic weapon, and she avoided the attacks of the monks behind her. Her face, which had always been gentle and gentle, was now... Frosty.
Hearing the question coming from behind, Shang Xing pursed his lips and did not answer. Shang Xing didn't answer, and Han Duo'er didn't rush to ask questions. She just waited quietly, staring closely at the path in front of her. She once thought that it could shield her from all the wind and rain.
Thinking about the vague answer in her heart, Han Duoer only felt that everything was like a joke. Thinking like this, a smile appeared on Han Duoer's dull face, and then a low laughter overflowed from her mouth.
At first it was just a small sound, but slowly it became louder and louder. At the end, Han Duoer suddenly lowered his head and laughed, laughing until there were crystal tears condensing in the corners of his eyes.
"It's so ridiculous, it's so ridiculous, Shang Xing, oh, no, maybe even your name Shang Xing is fake, fake!" Han Duo'er smiled softly, with red tides at the corners of his eyes. Han Duo'er's lips were bitten by herself, as if they were congested with blood.
She raised her sleeves and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of her eyes, with a hint of hoarseness in her voice.
Perhaps it was Han Duoer's crying that moved Shang Xing. Shang Xing, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke for the first time.
"Duo'er, you have to believe me." Apart from this sentence, Shang Xing didn't say another word. Han Duo'er sneered and nodded lightly. The expression on her face gradually returned to calm. Then, she looked at the back, unable to see the front face, and said softly,
"Okay, I believe you."
"I don't care whether you are a human or a monster, and I don't care whether your name is Shang Xing. I only need a word from you and I will believe you," the expression on Han Duoer's face was half hidden in the shadow of Shang Xing's tall back. Inside, the pair of eyes revealed were astonishingly bright, and his voice was filled with sobs, but he said clearly, word for word,
"Husband, I just ask you, do those...those humans who died innocently in the beast tide have anything to do with you." Han Duo'er heard about the incident that went wrong in the Demon Falling City formation. Time, when Luoyao City was besieged by monsters, countless human towns near Shiwanda Mountain were all bloodbathed by monsters.
There was a suffocating silence in the air. Time passes bit by bit. Silence is the best answer.
Han Duoer looked at Shang Xing's back with burning eyes, but the passion and hope in his eyes were extinguished and dimmed little by little.
She really doesn't care about humans or monsters, or whether her husband is called Shang Xing. Even if everything is false, the memory of them living together for decades is true.
The man in front of him occupied Han Duoer's time and memory for more than half of his life. The laughter and sweetness of those years seemed to be all before her eyes. Han Duoer didn't believe that from beginning to end, her husband was just acting.
She didn't believe that the decades of mutual friendship were just a misty dream and a ridiculous joke.
But the silence at this moment was silently mocking Han Duo'er, as if fate was grinning, pointing at her and laughing.
Look, look at this fool, a complete fool. Perhaps the sadness was so extreme that all that was left was numbness.
Cold tears kept falling down her cheeks, but Han Duoer didn't cry at all, just shedding tears silently.
It seems that I want to shed all the tears accumulated in this life.
"You bastard demon tribe, stop here!" Behind him, a monk shouted, his voice rolling like thunder, with ear-splitting anger in his voice.
Shang Xing didn't respond, but silently accelerated the speed of activating the magic weapon. Han Duo'er didn't respond either, just sitting blankly on the flying magic weapon, her eyes dim and tears flowing quietly.
"Husband, can you tell me about your childhood? I remember that it seems that I have been telling you these decades, but I want to hear what you have to say." Han Duoer's voice suddenly changed. He calmed down. Although he was still a little hoarse, the crying and trembling before were no longer there.
There was even a hint of smile and coquettishness.
