Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

This was the first time in sixteen years that Xu Yan experienced pure kindness.

Even though I was in such a miserable state and the gap between us was like an insurmountable chasm, he still treated me equally. There was no trace of pity or arrogance in those eyes when he looked at me, only kindness.

He thought that this would be the only time in his life that he would meet this person, but he didn't expect to meet him again.

When this man descended upon him like a god again, he finally developed an extremely despicable desire. He wanted to pull this man to his side, wanted him to show a different expression for him, wanted to explore his real side besides perfection.

He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that there was anyone who was as perfect as a god even in private.

Unless he is really God.

Xu Yan knew clearly what he could use, it was his fairly good looks, his cold and fragile temperament gained through painful experiences, and his current miserable situation.

He can use these to coax the kind and pure boy into his hands. Then not only can he go to college, but he can also enjoy a better life. He no longer needs to be bullied by classmates and colleagues, no longer needs to be PUA'd by parents and students when he is a tutor, and no longer needs to... live an exhausting life.

He is very tired and he wants to rest for a while.

Let him be despicable just this once, just this once, when he finishes college he will draw a clear line with this person and will never be greedy for more.

He will also try his best to play the most perfect lover in this person's mind, just as a deal.

Finally, the wounded demon disguised himself as a gentle and kind human being, and gradually brought the soft-hearted god to the human world.

He became the love-brained man in front of him who was clinging to him, worrying about gains and losses, and even having dark thoughts. This man indulged him almost without any bottom line. Even if he was so sad that he could hardly breathe, he would always stand on his side and think about him.

"Sir, has your conscience finally grown?!" 937's eyes lit up with excitement when he heard Xu Yan's apology, which was full of guilt.

"No, thank you, I'm just acting." Xu Yan rejected the request three times in a row. This guy really has no memory at all. Once the ban time is over, he will start to speak again.

Can we only say that they are worthy of being in Paradise? Every one of them is a fun person.

"How long have I been in this world?" Xu Yan suddenly asked.

'You came into this little world on August 20th, and today is September 23rd, so a total of thirty days have passed.'

'Too long.'

"Ah?" 937 wondered.

'I have never stayed in a mission world for more than thirty days. This is the first time.'

"Huh?!" 937 was shocked. "You didn't have this either when you were a novice or when you were on a war mission!?"

Xu Yan no longer paid attention to the startled 937, but stroked Su Shaozhe's back intermittently. After he finally relaxed and calmed down, he smiled softly and asked, "Shall we go to the amusement park tomorrow?"

Su Shaozhe's heart, which had been chilled to the bone, suddenly began to beat again. He raised his head and looked at Xu Yan expectantly, "Play for a day?"

Xu Yan nodded lovingly, "Play until the amusement park closes in the evening."

......

Because they were going to the amusement park, Su Shaozhe changed out of the formal suit he always wore and instead wore a custom-made high-end casual outfit. He also customized a set for Xu Yan.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for Xu Yan to change clothes, Su Shaozhe used his mobile phone to reply to several urgent document approvals, and then told his secretarial team not to disturb him all day. If there was anything, they would hold a collective meeting and vote to decide. If they made a mistake, their bonus would be deducted, and if they did a good job, their bonus would be doubled.

Regardless of the secretarial team who were working very hard, Xu Yan had already changed his clothes and came out.

Su Shaozhe thought he would wear the casual clothes he had customized for him, but he was still wearing the black suit. He was a little puzzled, "Isn't it inconvenient to wear this to the amusement park?"

Xu Yan touched the brooch on his chest that had turned into 229 with a gentle look, "This is for commemoration. I have to wear it for seven days."

Su Shaozhe was stunned. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen Xu Yan wearing a black suit for several days in a row before, but he seemed to have never asked why.

He didn't ask any more questions, but stood up and walked to Xu Yan and held his hand. The smile on his face made Xu Yan dazed for a moment, as if he saw the dazzling and unattainable light he saw on the basketball court when he was in junior high school.

But now, the dazzling light became soft, warm and sticking to him, and it actively offered itself to him and was held in his palm.

But for some reason, his heart suddenly felt empty, as if all the warmth was sucked away by the huge hole, making his heart feel like ice from beginning to end.

The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. Xu Yan's originally beautiful and clear eyes now seemed like glass without any mechanism. His pupils slightly dilated and enlarged, and were as dark as a black hole.

'Ayan.'

A call seemed to come from a very far and high place, the voice had a beauty that could not be described in words, like the chant of gods in legends, the song of immortals, ethereal and distant.

"Ayan." Su Shaozhe's concerned voice rang in his ears, "Are you feeling unwell again? Why have you been in a daze for so long?"

Xu Yan came back to his senses and immediately smiled at him, "No, I was just thinking about what to play later, and then I became dazed while thinking."

Su Shaozhe frowned and nodded. He didn’t believe it. Xu Yan’s expression just now didn’t look like he was in a daze at all. It looked more like he had lost his soul.

Of course Xu Yan felt Su Shaozhe's distrustful gaze, and he didn't know how to explain it. Fortunately, Su Shaozhe didn't ask any further questions.

Did he just have another attack? Wasn't he cured by Paradise before? How could he have a relapse?

'937.' Xu ​​Yan said in a deep voice.

'Your Excellency is here.' 937 seconds to reply.

"What happened to me just now?" Xu Yan asked.

"Ah? You have always been normal, haven't you? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" 937 was puzzled.

Xu Yan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Didn't you notice that I was in a daze?"

"Ah? Did you lose focus? I was watching you the whole time. You were distracted for a moment, weren't you?" 937 said as he directly typed on the keyboard to replay the mission record. He found that he had not missed anything and his tone became even more puzzled. "I watched the replay and you were not losing focus. Why did the mission target say that you were losing focus?"

Xu Yan turned around and asked Su Shaozhe, "Shaozhe, have I been in a daze for a long time?"

Su Shaozhe didn't know why Xu Yan asked this, but he still answered seriously, "It's been several minutes since I got on the car."

Xu Yan looked at the driver who had just stepped on the accelerator and started off. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but his tone was gentle and comforting to Su Shaozhe, "Maybe I was confused while writing programs recently. Once I relaxed, my brain wanted to rest and became dazed. Don't worry."

"How about you lean on my shoulder, close your eyes and take a nap? It takes more than an hour to get to the amusement park from here, so you can take a nap." Su Shaozhe said while leaning on his shoulder, but patted his legs, motioning Xu Yan to use his legs as a pillow.

Xu Yan obediently lay on his legs with amusement, and was protected in his arms.

It was because the car was spacious enough, otherwise Xu Yan wouldn't be able to lie down even if he wanted to, after all, they were two 1.8-meter-tall men.