The only way

Chapter 412 I Trust You, I Don't Care

Han Duo'er has never felt so hopeless and helpless as she is now. She only feels that the world in front of her is dark and her chest is painful.

The world is vast and vast, but she just feels that there is no place for her to stay.

Already in his 40s, he still maintains his 27-eight appearance, looking pretty and beautiful.

She was no longer the dark and inconspicuous girl she was back then.

Han Duoer sat quietly on a fan-shaped magic weapon, with a slender figure in front of her, and a whistling number of spiritual lights behind her.

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 fiddled for a while in his alchemy room, and then took Han Duoer, Walking all the way to the edge of Falling Demon City.

After the martial law in Falling Demon City, all four city gates are forbidden to enter and exit.

However, I don't know how Shang Xing did it. The monks guarding the city actually opened a small gap for them. It was this small gap that allowed them to successfully leave the city of falling demons under martial law.

Shang Xing took Han Duo'er, and before he had gone far, several figures of human monks came chasing him.

Han Duo'er tried to question Shang Xing about what she was doing, but her husband, who used to be soft-spoken to her and answered every question, remained silent.

Han Duoer is just a mortal, but he has lived among monks for decades.

She doesn't just hang around in the small courtyard on weekdays, and occasionally chats with the neighbors around her.

In Falling Demon City, although it is claimed that there are no mortals, there are always some exceptions.

For example, Han Duoer.

There are also quite a few mortals like Han Duoer, but only a few of them are family members of monks, and most of them are mortals who maintain the most basic operation of Falling Demon City.

The amount is not much, almost negligible.

But these people gave Han Duoer some sources of information.

She knew that there was a problem in Falling Demon City a few days ago, and now it is strictly investigating the details of the demon clan.

And her husband is running away with her at the moment.

Han Duoer is not stupid, she already had a faint guess in her heart, but she was unwilling to believe it.

For a moment, she only felt that her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't think clearly or understand anything, as if the world in front of her eyes was covered with a misty veil, which made her panic, restless and anxious.

"Husband, can you tell me whether you are a human race or not." Han Duoer was protected by Shang Xing on the magic weapon, avoiding the attacks of the monks behind him one after another, her face that was always gentle and gentle, but at this moment It was as cold as ice.

Hearing the question from behind, Shang Xing pursed his lips, but did not answer.

Shang Xing didn't answer, and Han Duo'er didn't rush to ask questions, but just waited quietly, her eyes fixed on the one in front of her, which she thought could shield her from all wind and rain.

Thinking of the faint answer in her heart, Han Duoer only felt that everything was like a joke.

Thinking in this way, Han Duo'er's dull face unexpectedly showed a smile, and then, a low laugh escaped from her mouth.

At first it was just a small sound, but slowly, it became louder and louder. At the end, Han Duo'er suddenly lowered her head and laughed until the corners of her eyes glistened with tears.

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, Shang Xing, oh, no, maybe you even fake the name Shang Xing, fake!" Han Duo'er smiled softly, the corners of her eyes were flushed, and her eyes were bright red. Her lips were bitten by Han Duo'er herself, as if congested with blood.

She raised her sleeve and wiped away the teardrop that was about to fall from the corner of her eye, her voice was hoarse.

Perhaps Han Duo'er's crying moved Shang Xing, and Shang Xing, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke for the first time, "Duo'er, you have to trust me."

Apart from this sentence, Shang Xing didn't say a word.

Han Duoer sneered, nodded lightly, and the expression on her face gradually returned to calm. Then, she looked at the back, but she couldn't see the back of the front face, and said softly, "Okay, I believe you."

"I don't care whether you are a human race or a monster race, and I don't care if your name is Shang Xing. I only need a word from you, and I will believe you," Han Duoer's expression was half hidden by the shadow of Shang Xing's tall back Inside, the pair of eyes revealed were astonishingly bright, and there was sobbing in the voice, but he said clearly, "husband, I just ask you, those...those human races who died innocently in the beast tide, do you have anything to do with them?" relation."

Han Duo'er heard that during the time when there was a problem with the Demon Falling City formation, and when the Demon Falling City was besieged by monsters, countless human towns near Shiwan Dashan were bloodbathed by monsters.

There was suffocating silence in the air.

Time is passing little by little.

Silence is the best answer.

Han Duoer stared at Shang Xing's back with burning eyes, but the ardor and hope in his eyes were gradually extinguished and dimmed.

She really doesn't care whether she is a human race or a monster race, and she doesn't care 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 has occupied Han Duoer's time and memory for more than half his life.

The laughter and sweetness of those years, the scenes of the past seemed to be in front of her eyes, Han Duo'er couldn't believe that from the beginning to the end, her husband was just acting.

She didn't believe that decades of being together was just a dream, a ridiculous joke.

But the silence at this moment was silently laughing at Han Duoer, as if fate was grinning, pointing at her and laughing loudly.

Look, look at this idiot, a complete idiot.

Perhaps it was the extreme sadness that left only numbness.

There were cold tears running down her cheeks, but Han Duo'er didn't let out the slightest cry, she just shed tears silently.

It seems that he wants to let all the tears accumulated in this life flow away.

"Bastard Monster Race Essay, stop for me!"

Behind him, a monk shouted loudly, the voice was like thunder, and there was deafening anger in the voice.

Shang Xing didn't respond, but silently accelerated the speed of activating the magic weapon.

Han Duo'er didn't respond either, she just sat blankly on the flying magic weapon, her eyes dimmed, and tears flowed quietly.

"Husband, can you tell me about your childhood? I remember, it seems that I have been talking to you for decades, but I want to hear what you said."

Han Duoer's voice suddenly calmed down, although there was still a hint of hoarseness, but there was no crying and trembling before.

Even, with a faint smile and coquetry.

　I feel like I wrote another scumbag, eh.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)