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

Xu Yan's moves were brutal and even though he was weakened by the continuous absorption of power from his body, he was still powerful enough to frighten Yu Xiao and Chen Zhenyu. They tried to help Tang Ze, but before they could get close, they were forced back by the aftermath of the battle.

The bloody knife light, the scarlet eyes, the whole body filled with malice and pain, this is not what Xu Yan should look like.

Tang Ze held the sword in his hand and looked at Xu Yan with eyes full of sadness.

He had been on the defensive the entire time, but Xu Yan's attacks were merciless, and every blow was intended to kill him.

Perhaps because he had been unable to defeat Tang Ze after a long attack, Xu Yan launched a powerful blow, knocking Tang Ze back several steps, and in an instant he appeared in front of Chen Zhenyu.

Even though Chen Zhenyu was always on guard and wanted to block Xu Yan's attack, Xu Yan's speed was too fast. By the time he reacted, the knife was already in front of him.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost immediately activated his life-saving prop: a scapegoat, which was beheaded by Xu Yan in his place.

After failing to hit him, Xu Yan did not continue fighting. He turned his wrist and swung the knife in his hand towards Yu Xiao who was healing on the side.

Yu Xiao could only make the same choice as Chen Zhenyu and used his precious life-saving item to bear the death instead of himself.

Fortunately, they both had life-saving props. If it were someone else, they would have become two miserable corpses now.

And all this happened in just three seconds.

"You go first!" Tang Ze entangled Xu Yan again and shouted at the two of them.

However, Xu Yan sneered.

The monsters that had been hiding suddenly appeared from the darkness and surrounded the place.

"Ayan! Wake up! Look at me!" Tang Ze blocked Xu Yan's chopping knife and shouted hoarsely and painfully.

Xu Yan's attack finally stopped, but the blade that was chopping towards Tang Ze was still pressing down hard, approaching his neck inch by inch.

"Do you know me?" Xu Yan's voice was no longer as clear and pleasant as before. It became hoarse and broken, as if every word he spoke would cause blood to seep out of his broken throat.

Tang Ze's heart seemed to be torn apart as well. His eyes were red and he spoke in a mournful voice as if he was about to cry, "Brother Yan, I am Xiao Luo."

The call of "Brother Yan" made Xu Yan's expression dazed. Some vague fragments emerged in his mind. He tried to see the contents clearly, but could only recall the childish and well-behaved call.

{'Brother Yan~ I want to eat candied haws~'

'Brother Yan, they all say I look like a girl, woo woo.'

'Brother Yan, how can I be as handsome as you?'

'Brother Yan, I miss you so much~'

'Brother Yan~'}

It seemed that there was a little kid who liked to follow him and call him Brother Yan. Later, when he grew up, no matter how he coaxed her, she no longer called him Brother Yan in a soft and sweet voice, but called him Ah Yan with a bright smile.

"Xiao Luo...?" Xu Yan called out the name with great difficulty, his expression twisted and hideous with pain.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ze immediately dropped the sword in his hand, allowing the bloody blade to leave a bloody mark on his neck. He wanted to hug Xu Yan and awaken his self.

The powerful and terrifying weirdness dissipated the blade in Tang Ze's hand almost the moment it hurt him. His hands were trembling, and he allowed himself to be hugged tightly. The fragile human neck was exposed in front of him. The tempting sweet smell of blood made his Adam's apple move reflexively.

He slowly lowered his head and opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, but the moment he was about to bite, he turned it into a light and cherishing kiss.

Tang Ze was betting that even if Xu Yan completely forgot about him, he would not hurt himself. When he felt the wet and hot sensation of being licked by a tongue on his neck, his ears turned red instantly, but he also revealed a relaxed smile.

However, the next second, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Xu Yan easily knocked the defenseless human in his arms unconscious, then strangled his limp body tightly in his arms, buried his face in his neck with an expression of enjoyment, and took a deep breath.

"This is much better than petting a cat, it smells so good." Xu Yan said happily.

937 didn't dare to speak. The search bar on the electronic screen in front of him read: What should I do if I lose the control of my soul and become a pervert?

However, nothing was found.

937 wanted to cry but had no tears. 937 was really scared.

If anything happened to this guy, he would probably be finished.

It's all the mission target's fault! It's all his fault!

With this in mind, 937 began typing a report in indignation, preparing to file a complaint with his superiors.

Xu Yan didn't care about 937's silence, but instead turned his gaze to Yu Xiao and Chen Zhenyu who were petrified.

The smile on Yu Xiao's face had completely frozen. She turned her head almost stutteringly to look at Chen Zhenyu. For the first time in her life, she had the urge to seek help from an unreliable adult.

Chen Zhenyu took her hand and turned to run, not caring about exposing his true strength, and rushed out of this mysterious place.

Don't ask why he ran away even though his strength was exposed. The answer is that he couldn't win even if he tried his best.

What on earth did Xu Yan go through to become so powerful?

While Chen Zhenyu was curious, he felt extremely heartbroken about Xu Yan's unknown tragic experience.

Xu Yan coldly watched the two little things run away, then contentedly returned to the altar and sat down with his newly acquired pet in his arms. However, the pet was almost the same size as himself, so he couldn't hold it completely in his arms, but he liked it this way.

It seemed that no matter what this human looked like, he would like him very much.

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It's New Year's Day again.

Xu Yan sat alone on the quiet courtyard corridor, wearing the long gown he brought from Long Mansion. He had unbuttoned one of the buttons on the collar, and a plush feather robe was casually draped over his shoulders. Next to him was a cup of Longjing tea given to him by Maeda Kaori.

A few flakes of fluffy snow floated in and melted in the hot steam from the tea.

Kaori Maeda stood at the corner far away and looked at her lover.

The young man sitting against the pillar with his legs bent was even colder and lonelier than the ice and snow in the yard. He raised his head slightly, and the fireworks blooming in the distance were reflected in his unfocused pupils, but he seemed to be unable to see them at all, and his sight seemed to be looking at a place even farther away.

She loved him, but his love had been given to his country and there was no room for anyone else.

Ah, no, he still treasures a hidden and tenacious love in his heart.

......

"Captain, what are you doing?" A young boy poked his head out of the busy room and asked puzzledly.

Zhong Tangze, who was standing in the yard, held a lit cigarette in his hand but did not take a puff. Instead, he stared at the red spark until it gradually burned out.

A hoarse voice replied, "Have a cigarette."

The boy became even more confused and wanted to say something again, but a hand grabbed Fate by the back of the neck and carried him back into the house like a chick.

A faint sound was heard.

"Deputy Captain, what are you doing?!"

"Don't bother the captain today."

"why?"

"Shut up..."

Tang Ze smiled gently, threw the cigarette that was about to burn out in his hand into the snow, turned around and went into the house. Soon, a burst of laughter and scolding came from inside, and the whole place was in a good mood.

......

At the moment of 0 o'clock, a blessing was uttered silently.

Happy New Year, Ayan (Xiaoluo).

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