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

“It’s quite interesting to experience a completely unfamiliar self every time I fall asleep.”

Xu Yan sat cross-legged on the spiritual platform deep in his soul, with one hand supporting his chin in a lazy posture, a frivolous smile on his face.

"Sir..." 937's consciousness ball shrank into a ball in fear.

Xu Yan reached out and grabbed it, playing with it in his hand, kneading it into various shapes.

Although 937's conscious body had no feeling, he still felt very uncomfortable, but he did not dare and could not resist.

He found that his own executive officer was becoming more and more strange and unfamiliar.

He seemed to be suppressing something, and his whole body exuded a sense of ruthlessness.

"Sir, what happened to you?" After being torn into pieces, 937 couldn't help but ask.

Xu Yan paused, threw him back into the air and made him float. Then he fell backwards, closed his eyes and lay down, without saying a word.

937 floated to his side with concern, "Isn't it good that this world has become a place where He can conquer you? Why do you seem unhappy?"

Xu Yan still ignored him.

Is he happy that he can be lazy?

Of course not happy.

Although it was his own choice.

But he didn't expect that he, who had lost his memory, would be so unguarded towards Yu Ze.

This finally made him realize a fact that he had always been unwilling to admit - whether it was him now or as Xu Yan in this world, he would unconsciously let down his guard when facing Him.

In the first world, he thought it was the influence of his original body.

In the second world, he thought it was his acting.

In the third world, he discovered something was wrong.

After that, in the fourth and fifth worlds... he gradually discovered that his tolerance and inclusion of Him were not an act.

Desire can be attributed to his physical needs, but his psychological need for Him is real.

Every time he would force Him to make a choice by saying that he was not the same person he used to be...but he knew that He would not choose him, but would definitely choose the person who used to love Him deeply.

He indeed did not love Him enough, and his love had only been restored a little, but even this little bit had such a huge impact on him, so he resisted.

He always felt that when all the love came back, he would no longer be himself.

Even though this was the only way for him to be his true self, he still found it hard to accept.

Moreover, every time he tried to dig deeper into those forgotten memories, his 'former self' would stop him and tear him apart like crazy, as if he would rather die with him than let him remember everything again.

This struck him as ridiculous.

This made him feel like a third party who had taken over someone else's home.

He was looking for him, but he was running away, and he was deeply loved by Him simply because of his existence.

Xu Yan took a deep breath, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose a little more.

He felt even more ridiculous for thinking like this.

The third seat of Paradise, who is always powerful and undefeated, would actually be so fussy as to think about such trivial matters and be in a bad mood because of them. If his bad friends and enemies knew about this, they would probably laugh their heads off.

He had lost some of his emotions, but... he was only human.

Knowing that it is wrong but still letting your mind wander, that's just how people are.

It was he who he earnestly expressed his love for. All the scenes of him appeared in front of Xu Yan's eyes. That smile and the smile when he bought candied haws for herself, which was full of her eyes, gradually overlapped.

That's it.

Xu Yan opened his eyes, and the depression in them slowly dissipated.

Maybe this time, he can really get what he wants.