Assassin Farmer Chapter 133 (Part 2)
Translated by Pure
Edited by NovaLeir
Chapter 133: Settle Down (2)
The outermost room in the West of the Pine Garden.
Xi Chong brushed his somewhat moist robe from the spring rain. Injecting his internal Qi to dry his clothes, he entered Si Luo's room and spoke to Lin Si Yao, who was sitting at the table, lazily turning over the pages of his book. “Si Tuo sent the message. Everybody is fine. Don’t worry!”
“Yeah, I’ll stay home these days.” Lin Si Yao replied in a low tone, glancing at Si Chong and finding the man looked thinner.
“Then it’s good. Tomorrow, I’ll return to Guangci House. I wonder how those rascals have managed the house for half a month. I just hope there will be no trouble. Sign, now I just figured out it’s not really good to have many disciples. Always a headache!” Si Chong rubbed his forehead and sighed.
“You only know now? I thought you learned your lesson five years ago.” Five years ago, Xi Chong’s oldest disciple had made trouble. It was a shameful situation at the Hundred Flower Pavilion. It made Si Chong so mad, he hated that he couldn’t just kill him right then and there.
“Hmph, if I got a pure girl who’s willing to walk with me for the rest of my life like you, and she even gives me children, why would I have to bring up so many kids like this! They just want my hair to turn gray sooner than it should! Xi Chong sent a nagging glance at Lin Si Yao from the corner of his eye.
They were assassins. Where would a pure and innocent girl come from to want to pursue them? Even if she agreed, her parents would reject. Although he had cleansed his hands and set his weapon aside to leave the force of the assassins, he had not grown accustomed to retracting his murderous aura. Even while walking down the street, people would instantly yield to him. He almost doubted that someone had stuck a note on him that read: ‘Assassin, stay away’.
However, what made people more doubtful was that Si Ling, an icy-cold assassin, had a girl chasing after him. Moreover, she was a noble lady from a Prince’s mansion. Sigh, there was no point in comparing himself with another; it would only make him more frustrated.
Lin Si Yao accurately guessed what Si Chong was thinking. He was, however, gracious enough not to reveal that Su Shuilian had saved his life. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if those crazy guys would fight themselves to the brink of death and run into Mount Da Shi to see if some fairy-like woman like Shuilian would appear and save them so they could use their bodies to pay her back.
“Then I’ll get going. When Si Tuo comes back, notify him.” Si Chong’s voice hadn’t faded and he had already jumped out of the Pine Garden, heading toward Guangci House in Fan Luo City.
“Notify me what?” Si Luo happened to walk into the room and asked skeptically.
Lin Si Yao stood in front of the window, watching Si Chong leaving. He didn’t turn his head around as he answered, “Si Chong’s returned to Guangci House.”
“Does he really need to tell me this? Since when did he also become a naggy mother?” Si Luo was lying on the bed, lifting his head. Although his wounds had recovered, half of his internal force had yet to be restored. However, after this experience between death and life, he was not worried. It would be great if he could recover his internal force completely. However, if he couldn’t, it wasn’t bad to stay here and become a genuine farmer. He didn't have to worry about anything else since Si Ling, the God of Slaughter, was here to protect him.
“Also? Who else?” Lin Si Yao didn’t look further. He closed the windows, turning around to look at Si Luo.
“Eh? You don’t know?” Si Luo glanced at Lin Si Yao. He beamed softly all of a sudden, which was really unusual. “Someone has become as soft as a strand of noodles. Everyone in town knows.”
Hearing that, Lin Si Yao’s ears seemed to get hotter. Immediately, he used his Qi to reduce his embarrassed expression.
“Do you have any plans for the future?” He sat by the edge of the table and poured himself a cup of tea. He turned around and asked Si Luo, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
“I’ll stay here and be a farmer. What? You don’t welcome me? Don’t worry. I won’t hold you back. What you can do, I can do too.” Si Luo answered.
“Are you sure?” Lin Si Yao arched his brows. Among the four of them, Si Luo was the most active and out-going. If Si Chong said that he wanted to settle down in Fan Hua Town, he would buy it. But Si Luo…
“What not to be sure, at least, right now I don’t have any other plan.” Si Luo lazily stretched his body. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. He returned to his tired demeanor and said solemnly. “Si Ling, you’re also an orphan, of course you know it’s not nice at all when you feel lonely. Now we don’t need to think about the missions every day and prepare to kill someone. We don’t even need to force ourselves to train days and nights for the sake of revenge. After we’re free, living alone is much more forlorn than I’ve ever imagined. So… For now, I don’t want to leave here.”
“Then stay. This house was originally prepared for the three of you. It’s not a problem, no matter how long you want to stay.” Lin Si Yao finished his cup of tea, and replied indifferently.
“Ha… And you denied it when people called you a naggy mother like Si Chong.” Si Luo mumbled. Then, he put his arms behind his head, closed his eyes, and spoke. “I heard that next month is the harvest time? Count me in.”
“Rest assured! As long as you’re healthy, you need to go to the field.” Lin Si Yao couldn't look more serious, but a smile flashed in his eyes, revealing his true, happy mood.
