Reply to the Revenge of the Angel-Cautious Swordsman
#87's. He accompanied me
Chyou Chen took Han Zhao away away from Li's residential town. He didn't want anyone to make him hurt like this again.
"C-Chyou Chen?? What's wrong with you?!" han Zhao asked as he looked towards the man who was pounding on him.
"Don't ask much." said Chyou Chen in his flat tone.
Han Zhao was very confused by Chyou Chen's behavior towards him. This was not her first time, however, Chyou Chen with her nature that was like this, greatly confused her self. "...."- ".
After quite a distance away, Chyou Chen landed his sword near a large tree. It was there that Chyou Chen laid Han Zhao's body filled with many wounds, even blood all over his body.
Han Zhao was able to realize the anxiety in Chyou Chen's heart at this moment. But the expression that Chyou Chen was currently showing was completely flat and extremely cold.
"Is your body still hurting?" chyou Chen asked as he gently held onto Han Zhao's hand, which was on his arm, filled with incision wounds as it was struck while fighting with the Li warriors.
Han Zhao slowly shook his head, while smiling gently at Chyou Chen next to him. "No one is sick, no need to worry about me" Han Zhao said with a smile. For the sake of making Chyou Chen stop worrying about himself, Han Zhao had to willingly endure an extremely tremendous pain in his body.
"Why are you this close?!" ask Chyou Chen again.
"What is it?! Things like this happen suddenly, do you think I will just shut up, when I see ancestor Guan Li in danger" Han Zhao said, confirming his actions.
"...." - ".Chyou Chen fell silent upon hearing Han Zhao's words, he also attempted to treat the wounds on Han Zhao's body using his spiritual energy.
"Eghh-" during the treatment process, Han Zhao continued to moan in pain, whether as painful as he felt at this time. But Han Zhao's groaning actually made Chyou Chen glance his eyes occasionally towards this man in front of him.
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After Chyou Chen had finished treating the wound on Han Zhao's body, he again stared towards the face of the man in front of him. His eyes were exhausted, yet a small smile slowly appeared on Chyou Chen's face, he was quite happy when he managed to heal the man.
"Why are you helping me?!" han Zhao asked with his glare.
"Stop talking.. Your condition has not fully recovered" Chyou Chen said in his flat tone. Ah geez he looks like he's just keeping his image. It sucks!!
Han Zhao raised his hand, and grabbed the long strands of mane the man sitting next to him. "Look, your hair's been body this long. Are you taking care of her" teased Han Zhao with her limp expression.
Looking at Han Zhao's hand that continued to hold onto his hair, made Chyou Chen catch on and grasp Han Zhao's wrist with his right hand. "Stop playing with my hair!! You are also asking absurd things" Chyou Chen said with a flat gaze. Then put the man's hand on his stomach.
Han Zhao smiled with his eyes then said "Let me spend this short time with you, my time soon knows" Han Zhao said in his soft voice. And sure enough, this man sitting near her, could not hear what she was saying.
But the longer he forbade anything Han Zhao did, making Chyou Chen feel sorry for him. Slowly Chyou Chen raised his hand, and gently stroked the dark mane of this drowning man.
"Look at your sweet gaze... You need a break. So stop playing your hand with vague movements" Chyou Chen said as he stopped his hand in stroking Han Zhao's dark mane.
Han Zhao smiled slightly, and tried to wake his body from his sleeping position "A-What's wrong?? Are you worried about me this time??" ledek Han Zhao while climbing one of his eyebrows.
Han Zhao dropped his head over Chyou Chen's right shoulder, then chuckled softly near his ears. "You are so annoying" he said, without raising his head.
Again, Chyou Chen gently stroked Han Zhao's head which was on his shoulder, as if he was being spoiled on her. Even so, Chyou Chen did not feel uncomfortable or disturbed by Han Zhao's behavior.
"Say, how old are you?" ask Chyou Chen.
Han Zhao raised his head then looked towards the man who asked him that. "My age is much younger than yours, young master Chen" he said in a rambunctious tone.
Chyou Chen felt a little offended by Han Zhao's remark on him. "I asked you how old you are, not that you are younger or older than me!! You don't understand the language either" growled Chyou Chen as he turned his head, and stared slightly sharply at the man next to him.
Han Zhao smiled slightly then said "For the time being I am 23 years old.what about you?!" replied Han Zhao who was on the side by asking the man as well.
"I'm 26 years old" replied Chyou Chen.
"Do you have a boyfriend??" asked Han Zhao who arrived.
"Uhukkkm" heard a strange question, until it made Chyou Chen choke on his own saliva.
"Uh?? Why is your reaction like that? Did I ask you something impolite?" han Zhao asked with his innocent look.
Chyou Chen snorted his coarse breath, yet his eyes stared softly at the man next to his "Why are you asking such a thing?? How are you?" Chyou Chen asked back to Han Zhao.
Han Zhao smiled slightly "If you ask, I will answer her, that I already have a boyfriend in my world" Han Zhao replied who was unaware of the reaction on Chyou Chen's face.
"Ohh so yes" said Chyou Chen who was now starting to return to his cold vase.
Han Zhao frowned, he was confused. Why is Chyou Chen's expression like that?? Did he just offend her??
"Tpis.. There are far more precious things for me than having a boyfriend" Han Zhao said as he laid his body back on the tree and then cursed the man sitting nearby.
Chyou Chen shifted his eyeballs, to see if the man had already slept or not. "What do you mean??" chypu Chen asked in response to Han Zhao's words earlier.
"Meeting someone like yourself. You know, you're so precious to me, that's why I helped you back then because I was so worried about you" Han Zhao closed his eyes, after he finished his speech.
Chyou Chen who heard the expression, made himself slightly bow his head.His gaze was still facing towards the back of the sleeping man next to him. His taste he was eager to stroke the back of the man's hand, yet it was a stupid thing that was on his mind.
By the time Han Zhao had fallen asleep. Chyou Chen smiled slightly as he looked towards the red sword belonging to Han Zhao who was near him.
"I'm not leaving you, as you said back then. You will never hear goodbye in your ears" said Chyou Chen, who tried to repeat Han Zhao's words to her.
"spending time with you is a great desire in my heart"