A pot of wine grumbles warmly on the stove.

The rain outside the window has not stopped yet.

The night is still long.

The vicissitudes of swordsman sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the pot of slightly shaking wine, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Cough--" A cough interrupted his contemplation, causing him to turn his head slightly and ask behind him, "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake." Chen Senran woke up in chaos. His head still hurts extremely hard. His nose smells a faint fragrance of wine. "You saved me?"

He had already judged the identity of the man sitting not far away from him from his voice, the warrior who had a sword in the strong wind, Yasuo.

"No, you saved yourself." Yasuo shook his head and stretched out one hand as if he wanted to touch the wine pot on the stove, but he stretched halfway and shrank back. "When I arrived, you had already killed the werewolf. It was a terrible explosive force. You almost tore the werewolf into pieces."

"...Where is her?" Chen Senran could not remember the situation at that time. He only smelled the residual blood on his body.

"She..." Yasuo turned his head and said in another direction, "You have woken up long ago, why are you still lying on the ground?"

"I'm fine." The weak female warrior who was originally lying on the ground on the other side opened her eyes when she heard this, barely supported her body, leaned against the wall beside her, and looked at Chen Senran, "It doesn't matter?"

"I'm fine, but my head hurts a little." Chen Senran also climbed up, but found that his limbs were weak, so he had no choice but to sit down again, "No matter what, I want to thank you."

"No need." The proud swordsman raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The rain continued to fall, outside the window, isolated by the window, and could only make subtle sounds of striking.

The room was a little dull.

Only the sound of boiling wine continued to sound.

"If... I'm not wrong." Arialia rested for a moment, broke the silence, looked at the swordsman with his back facing her, his waist was straight, just sitting like a sharp sword unsheathed, "You should be the number one leader in the Sword Sect in the past, and the only genius swordsman in contemporary times who mastered the swordsmanship of the wind, Yasuo?"

"Hmph—" Yasuo's face showed a smile of self-deprecating or sarcastic smile, and said in a low voice, "What is the best Sword Sect leader and genius swordsman, they are just false names. I am... just a sinner now."

Arella was speechless after hearing such an answer.

The room fell silent again, only the long night flowed by.

"Gudong--" Just as the whole house was about to fall asleep, the pot of wine finally pressed the lid, okay.

"Drink?" Yasuo stretched out his hand and took the wine from the stove, laughing and said, "It is really a blessing in life to have a pot of warm wine on such a rainy night."

He said this and turned around as he carried the wine pot. He took three wine pots and started pouring wine.

The wine splashed out from the pottery wine pot and hit the simple wine cup, emitting a light and clear aroma of wine.

It makes people smell a warm smell.

"Good wine." Chen Senran sniffed and praised.

"It's good wine." Yasuo nodded and pushed a cup of wine in front of Chen Senran. His simple and plain movements were inexplicably filled with a rhythmic beauty. "This is the wine I brought from my hometown, the foundation of the new rice that year, the paddle made of the girl's slender hands. The water in the cold spring seemed to be able to drink the taste of my hometown in every mouthful. I have been away from home for more than ten years, and now, there is only one pot of collection."

"Good luck." Chen Senran picked up the glass of wine. The temperature of the freshly warm wine spread to the skin through the ceramic cup, which was very gentle and warm.

Chen Senran put it on his lips and did not drink it in one sip, but savored it in small mouthfuls, as if he was really feeling what Yasuo said, his hometown with beautiful girls and cold springs far away in Ionia.

"At the time..." Arella also picked up a cup of wine and put it on her lips but did not drink it. Instead, she held it in her hand, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"I was snorting back then..." Yasuo snorted coldly, his slightly narrow eyes narrowed and looked at Arella slightly, "It was my fault that I left the post without permission and the elder was killed. It was my arrogant and arrogant. Why, do you also want to come to me to settle this old account?"

Yasuo was mingling in the world, with his eyes so vicious, how could he not tell that Arella's outfit was extremely Ionian style, and the sword in her hand was once famous for the entire Ionian sword, and he touched it with his own hands.

"I dare not." Arella shook her head and said, "I can't, either. This is your own business of the Sword Sect, but... I have always wanted to ask, you..."

"Did I kill him back then?" Yasuo narrowed his eyes and pulled out a sharp arc, "So what if I say no, ask me like this, isn't it just that you believe that I killed the elder, and all the people in Aionia think that I killed him, so no matter how much I say, what's the use of?"

Chen Senran probably understood when he heard this. Yasuo was a genius swordsman of Ionia in the past and was supposed to be extremely prosperous. Unfortunately, he later left his post without permission and caused the elder he was escorted to be killed. He was also considered the murderer of the elder, and was forced to go away.

From a generation of pride in heaven to a criminal who was in exile.

He is also a pitiful person.

"You don't have to pity me." Yasuo took a sip of wine and looked at the regret on Chen Senran's face, and sneered, "I, Yasuo, ambitious and happy, I have never needed others to be pitiful, you are still worried about yourself."

"Myself?" Chen Senran also knew that he was rude. A lone swordsman like Yasuo was most disgraceful to him, whether it was feelings or things.

But Yasuo said he had to worry...

"I have known your ability for a long time, it is nothing more than mastering the superficiality of the Way of Infiniteness." Yasuo said of Chen Senran's strength, his tone was full of disdain, "And that werewolf, I think it should be that Warwick. Although he was an alchemist, after being cursed, in addition to turning into a wild beast, his physical fitness has also been greatly improved. His strength, if I take action, may require three swords, let alone you."

Chen Senran didn't care about Yasuo's arrogant attitude, because Yasuo had the capital to arrogance, and his powerful swordsmanship was really impressive.

Anyone with great skills should always be more proud.

"You mean..." Chen Senran frowned slightly. He vaguely guessed something, and his head started to ache again.

"You were able to kill him because your body burst out with an inexplicable energy. It was that energy that alarmed me. That energy was really amazing. I vaguely..." Yasuo paused at this point, as if there was a taboo, and did not continue. Instead, he said, "Don't think that having this energy is a good thing. It means that you may be affected by that unknown and uncontrollable force at any time and die inexplicably."

"Uncontrollable...energy?" Chen Senran's head hurt even more because he subconsciously sensed the blocked things around his eyes.

Could it be them?

"Yes, so you'd better figure out what that is earlier, so as not to die casually." Yasuo said to Chen Senran with a very unceremonious attitude.

"...Thank you." Chen Senran knew that the other party was doing it for his own good and was not angry.

"Don't misunderstand anything. I'm just worried that you'll die too early. I can't confirm what I learned in my heart." Yasuo waved impatiently and poured himself a glass of wine, "Okay, it's getting late, the rain outside has stopped. You guys are leaving, I'm going to go to bed."

The rain outside really stopped.

I can no longer hear the continuous rain.

Only the remaining rain falls occasionally.

"Then..." Chen Senran didn't force himself to stay, got up and pulled Arella on the side, bowed to Yasuo and said, "No matter what, thank you tonight."

"Let's go, I'm not very familiar with you." Yasuo didn't appreciate it.

"Goodbye." Chen Senran pulled Arella out.

"Remember to close the door."

"Okay." Arella helped close the door.

When the door was about to close, Arella found that Yasuo had turned over again, and the warrior's body was still straight and proud.

Very lonely, too.

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When I returned to the reception center, there was already a mess of porridge there.

The werewolf's corpse has been found, but Chen Senran and the others have disappeared, which has made everyone who guarded Arella's guns and Rose 3rd Squad.

You have to know that if something really happened to Arialia, then each of them would not have to live.

So when the left-behind saw Arialia walking out of the dark night with bloody Chen Senran, everyone almost cheered.

"Sir, are you okay?" Balzac asked quickly, and the calm man couldn't hide his breath of relief.

"It's okay, a little injury, the important thing is that Miss Arrelia is fine." Chen Senran coughed and gently pushed away the female warrior who was holding her. "I informed other brothers to finish work. I'm very tired tonight."

"Yes, sir, and you'd better go to the Self-Management Commission Center building, and someone is waiting for you." Balzac said, turning around and starting to greet his men.

"Arelia, it's getting late, go back and go to bed early." Chen Senran took a step back, "I'll leave first."

"Yeah..." Arella wanted to speak but stopped. She looked at the man covered in scars in front of her and couldn't help but remember the scene when she was lying in his arms before. Her face turned red.

His embrace...

"Let's go." Chen Senran turned around and walked into the darkness.

"Be careful."

"I will." (To be continued...)

ps: First update.
Chapter completed!