Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

"The scenery is quite beautiful. Do few gods come here?" Lin Qiye smiled at Yang Jian.

He wasn't actually very interested, but he hid it very well.

"To help your friend suppress the Black King within him, and to prevent him from disturbing others, these mountains are relatively quiet." Yang Jian casually pointed to the spot where Cao Yuan was sitting and continued, "The Heavenly Court is so vast, and this place is naturally deserted, so very few people come here."

"Fatty is indeed a person who is good at finding beauty. This is the hill where we live. It's normal that he wandered here when he was bored."

Throughout the journey, Lin Qiye was listless and lethargic, chatting with Yang Jian in a haphazard manner.

Yang Jian glanced at Lin Qiye a few times, sighed inwardly, and after walking a while longer, he finally couldn't help but ask again:

"Brother, after all this time, you still won't tell me what happened to you? If you tell me, maybe I can help you."

From the moment he saw Lin Qiye, he knew his brother had something on his mind, but since his brother didn't want to talk about it, he didn't ask any more questions. He just wanted to try to distract his brother and make Lin Qiye less troubled.

Unfortunately, no one knows what's troubling him, but several hours have passed and his brother is still depressed, showing no sign of wanting to get over it.

"Am I that obvious?" Lin Qiye was taken aback. Seeing Yang Jian's helpless expression, he stopped pretending and said with a wry smile, "A Jin, you can't help me."

"Brother, if you have any difficulties, don't hide them from me, I'll worry," Yang Jian said earnestly.

Today, Yang Jian was still dressed in casual clothes. After he put away his arrogant and domineering air, in Lin Qiye's eyes, he was almost exactly the same as Yang Jin.

Lin Qiye patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "Thanks, but I'm troubled by love, you really can't help me."

"Troubled by love?"

This was unexpected for Yang Jian. He had thought his brother was troubled by the Black King, so he had just mentioned it. He never imagined it was related to matters of the heart.

After a moment of surprise, Yang Jian felt that it was only natural.

His brother wasn't the type to complain or blame others, but he was too sentimental.

Deep affection is short-lived; the sea of ​​love is difficult to navigate.

People who are too sentimental are easily hurt in relationships.

"Ah Jin, don't worry about me." Lin Qiye smiled reassuringly when he saw Yang Jian's furrowed brows. "It's just that my expectations for relationships are too high. I know how to comfort myself, I just need some time."

Lin Qiye wasn't lying; he had actually been quite clear-headed the whole time, but he was just unwilling to accept it and couldn't shake off his resentment.

In that sense, he really is ungrateful...

Faintly, Yang Jian heard his brother sigh again.

He frowned even deeper and asked in confusion, "Brother, weren't you and that girl getting along just yesterday?"

When he met Lin Qiye yesterday, he was still calm and was laughing and joking with Jiang Shiyuan. Although his expression was restrained, his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at her.

"On the surface, everything seems peaceful. The conflict has always existed in our hearts—no, in mine—like a fishbone stuck in my throat, impossible to ignore. So I laid the issue out in the open, and that's why we argued," Lin Qiye replied calmly, his expression unchanged.

"Was the argument about a matter of principle?" Yang Jian paused, then asked.

“…No.” Lin Qiye’s expression was complicated. “She said she was doing it for my own good, but I just can’t seem to warm her heart.”

Lin Qiye's words were vague, and Yang Jian had a hard time understanding them, but he still roughly understood them.

People who are sentimental always believe that nothing will ever change. They are always passionate about their feelings and can't help but project this expectation onto the people they cherish.

In particular, Jiang Shiyuan's identity is that of a lover.

This identity destined Lin Qiye to pour out very heavy emotions.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian turned his head and asked, "Brother, have you made up your mind about that girl?"

Lin Qiye couldn't bring himself to say anything against his conscience, so he nodded silently.

“Being too attached to relationships isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but this trait isn’t always understood by others,” Yang Jian reminded him. “Brother, I think you should first give some love to yourself.”

Too much emotion can be overwhelming for the recipient. An outsider's perspective is clearer, and even Yang Jian, a persistent person himself, understands this principle.

He didn't want his brother to suffer too much emotional pain.

"I'm so deeply involved, I'm helpless too." Lin Qiye thought. If he had understood the principle Yang Jin was telling him from the beginning, he would definitely have been able to control himself, and things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

"elder brother,"

"By the way, Ah Jin, have you ever had a romantic relationship?"

Today, Lin Qiye felt as if he had been pickled with bitter melon, his whole being exuding a bitter taste. He looked up and saw that Yang Jian was about to say something more, so he quickly and awkwardly changed the subject.

"Why are you suddenly talking about me?" Yang Jian was a little confused, with a lot of things to say stuck in his throat.

"I was just curious because I thought what you said made a lot of sense."

Logically speaking, Lin Qiye shouldn't be curious about Yang Jian's feelings.

In the myths and legends of the Great Xia Dynasty, there is no official version mentioning Yang Jian's romantic relationships. The only relationship involving love is probably with his sister Yang Chan.

However, some of the derivative stories do include some romantic gossip, the truth of which is unknown.

As for Yang Jin, he was only in high school during the Cangnan Divine War, too young. Lin Qiye knew that he had no romantic experience.

He asked this question today partly to change the subject, and partly because Jiang Shiyuan had mentioned a novel to him at the Peach Blossom Wonderland—"Life's Regrets Flow Like the Eastward Flowing Water."

It's said to be a healing novel with Yang Jian as the protagonist, and he's quite curious about what the content will be like.

It must be quite pretty, otherwise she wouldn't have had that expression when she mentioned it...

Wait, wait, why am I thinking about her again!

Seeing that Lin Qiye was unusually energetic, Yang Jian naturally had nothing to hide. "Brother, do you want to know? Although I don't have much romantic experience, I've been a god for many years and have experienced quite a few things, some of which are quite interesting."

"If the protagonist of a myth is telling me a story himself, then I must listen attentively," Lin Qiye said with a smile, coming back to his senses.

"Let's go, there's a pavilion over there, we can rest our feet while we tell stories."

"it is good."

A gentle breeze caressed their faces as the two chatted along the way. Before they knew it, the path was coming to an end, where an octagonal pavilion could be vaguely seen hidden behind the trees.

Eight vermilion pillars stand atop a roof of green tiles, with eaves that curve upwards.

Such pavilions are not unfamiliar; the octagonal pavilion where Cao Yuan was located is of this style.

Lin Qiye looked around and suddenly stopped.

He discovered that not only was the octagonal pavilion familiar, but the people inside were also familiar to him.

……