Ink Blade Chapter 11 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Proofed by kleio
Broken Sweet Dreams (part 2)
One day, they would be able to return to how they were back then. After he got rid of Bai Hua and his behind-the-scenes forces, protected the Jiuzhong Palace and all his subordinates, he and Ah Ren could spend a long time together.
They could ride horses side by side, sit face to face and have a sword debate, could see Mo Ren's stunning and sharp swordsmanship, and he could also hear Mo Ren call him "Master" with a smile on his side.
At that time, his guilt would dissipate, and his wish would be fulfilled.
However, all these thoughts, at this moment...
Like foam rising from an illusory sea, it wobbled higher and higher until it was completely illuminated by the warm sun, and then burst with a "pop" crisply.
Like him, Mo Ren also had that unbearable memory.
How much Ah Ren should hate him.
No, if Mo Ren could really hate him to death, if he could really kill him with a single strike, that would be good. But after being reborn, the man was always in fear everywhere, and was numb and indifferent to his own physical pain.
He actually destroyed the sharp blade he once admired the most, his favorite guard, into such an inhuman appearance.
It's never really possible to do it all over again. What he did wrong the most cannot be changed; what he destroyed the most cannot be repaired; what he should have cherished, he failed to. Can't go back, can't get back, can't keep.
Lingchi-like pain shattered his internal organs, and the fantasies of past and present life turned into bloody spikes in the brain. Chu Yan was about to be driven crazy. There was even a moment when he secretly felt that he deserved to die from such pain.
But he heard someone calling him vaguely, very far away.
“..Master.........!
It seemed to be coming very close, worried, and completely anxious.
"—Master!!"
Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
In front of his eyes, the moonlight was as tranquil as water.
Chu Yan only felt a splitting headache, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and a burst of stars appeared in his vision. He closed his eyes and opened them again to see the scene clearly.
This place was clearly outside the Jiuzhong, an extremely remote and desolate forest. Broken trees overlapped in a mess, and the ground was covered with a layer of broken branches and fallen flowers, most of which had sunk into the soil.
In the surrounding air, the aftermath of the oscillating internal force had not subsided.
And his right hand was resting on a familiar pitch-black long sword, Mo Ren was holding the scabbard with both hands, as he was pressed hard against the body of a pear tree.
Under the cool and clear moonlight, the young man in black barely stepped on half of a branch with one foot, almost his whole body was suspended in the air, he was already in an extremely dangerous situation.
But Mo Ren showed a look of relief, and even had a touch of surprise in his voice, "Master! You are awake.”
Chu Yan suddenly realized what had happened, the cold wind blew in the middle of the night, the chill covered his sweaty back, and a cold fear rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Chu Yan felt that his spine was frozen. Under great grief, he went mad and lost his mind, and even moved his hands against Ah Ren......
He hastily withdrew his right hand, while his left hand frantically tried to support Mo Ren. It's a pity that the guard didn't realize it, and jumped down lightly by himself, holding his sword in both hands and saluting, still showing no faults in his respect, "Just now this subordinate has no choice but to offend the Master, please punish this subordinate."
Chu Yan took a sudden step forward, stretched out his hand and raised Mo Ren's face. The corners of his pale lips were stained with dazzling red. The Palace Master wiped it lightly with his fingertips. It was blood.
"Master......?" Mo Ren was slightly startled, but seeing that Chu Yan's complexion was extremely bad, he hurriedly said, "You still have some discomfort."
"You..." Chu Yan shook his head, his voice was trembling, and he was almost at a loss as he half embraced Mo Ren, "I——I hurt you!?"
Mo Ren raised his head in surprise, and was stunned for a moment before he realized, "This subordinate is not harmed." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head very naturally, stepped back obliquely and walked around to Chu Yan's side, and said in a low voice, "This subordinate will ask boldly, please let this subordinate sort out the internal breath of the Master.”
——Not harmed? With this guy’s current physical condition, how could he not be harmed? He still wants to sort out his internal breathing, does he not want his life!?
Chu Yan was choked on Mo Ren's understatement, and couldn't speak. He was angry and in pain again, and hated himself, thus he simply held Mo Ren and sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his hand and brushed the big acupoint on the latter's chest, slowly channeling his internal energy into it.
Now it was Mo Ren's turn to be shocked, and he was about to struggle immediately, "Master, you can't do this!"
"Don't move!!" Chu Yan yelled angrily, his eyes turned red with anxiety in the night. In the past few days, Mo Ren had worn himself down several times, and he was really afraid of some terrible consequences happening...
It had to be said that toughness still worked at this time as Mo Ren trembled, and he pursed his lips and dared not move.
But for some reason, he always felt that although the Master was angry, his anger this time seemed to be a bit strong only on the outside but weak on the inside. He even heard a hint of choking in it.
Perhaps……I heard it wrong.
