The First Law God Black History Handbook

Cecil Dill still felt that it wasn't enough, he lowered his head and bit the back of that white hand with such force that the flesh and bones were separated, and blood overflowed.

Thrander frowned and gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.There was a huge sorrow pouring out of his heart, they were boiling, roaring, tearing, wishing to bury his soul.

"Thurland... Thurland!" Legston, who had just returned from a distance, saw a familiar figure kneeling on the ground, fear rising rapidly in his heart, he threw away the flowers and fruits in his hand, and walked towards the barrier. came running wildly.

When the bright red in his sight clearly came into view, Legston's mind went blank, and he even felt dizzy.

"Thurland!" He rushed up and knelt down to one side, and reached out to Tosselander's arm, but the opposite was Cesidil's sharp teeth that refused to let go.

"Cesidil! Let go! I order you to let go!!" Legston yelled, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed, and he stabbed straight at the demon king in the barrier.

"No..." Thrander's voice trembled uncontrollably, which was an instinctive tremor under pain.

Legston didn't want to listen to his sweetheart's defense of the devil, so he continued to stab regardless.

"No..." Thrander straightened up at this moment, and stretched out his intact left hand, grabbing the sharp blade.

Legston's heart was beating wildly, and the humming sound was churning in his mind. His long sword moved forward along the inertia, and it was stained with bright red blood.

"Thrander..."

The long sword fell to the ground, making a moderate sound.Legston slowly held Thrander's left hand, not daring to look carefully at the deep bone wound.

"...Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied! Cecil Dill!" He roared at the demon king in the barrier, his eyes were so red that they almost bleed, "Stupid and despicable prisoner of darkness! You don't deserve his protection! What qualifications do you have!"

"Leggston..." Thurander's eyes were filled with intense pain, like a misty lake in winter, "Stop talking...I owe him this...I..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Cesidil suddenly let go, and threw his severely twisted arm out of the cage.

"Of course you owe me, this is just the beginning. I will make you regret everything you have done to me!" Cecil Dill stared at Thrand's pale face with a vicious and distorted smile, "Serran Teacher De, you have to be prepared. Surprises are yet to come."

Thrander's pupils contracted for a while, as if he saw a tragic scene in the future, and a strong chill in his heart flowed along the blood to his limbs and internal organs.

"Sisi..." He opened his mouth with difficulty, the pain in his internal organs burning his will all the time, making him wish he could lose his eyes and never have to face the hateful eyes of his students.

Legston looked at his sweetheart's scarred hands with heartache, picked him up from the ground with red eyes, and walked towards the residence.

Through Legston's shoulder, Thrander looked towards Cecil Dill in the barrier behind.At this moment, Cesidil's expression was dazed and fragile, like a child who lost the protection of his parents, his eyes were full of hesitation and helplessness about the future.

Thrander felt a sharp pain in his heart, and opened his lips again and again, wishing he could walk up to that child again, touch his head, and tell him, don't be afraid, there is a teacher here.

But he can't.

He became the person who hurt Cesidil the most. He betrayed Cesidil's trust in him and sent the sharpest blade into the opponent's chest.

His heart must be dripping with blood, suffocating in pain.Thrander leaned on Legston's shoulder, thinking weakly and wearily.

Legston prepared a lot of herbs in the room, some of which were requested by Thrander, and some of which he picked nearby when he was bored.

He knows which ones stop bleeding and remove stasis, and which ones prevent infection and eliminate inflammation.

He was busy in front of Thrander, trying not to think about the things and truths that he could not change or stop.

Thrander watched him come and go with silent and misty eyes.

After all the herbs were ready, Legston carefully cleaned the open wound, and applied the herbs little by little, with broken heartache surging in his eyes.

Thrander looked down at him, a little unaccustomed to the sudden reticence of a warrior who was always affectionate.

"Legg..."

"Thrander..."

The two spoke at the same time, and closed at the same time.

Legston looked up at him, eyes full of affection.

Thrander paused, then looked back at him, "You speak first."

Legston shook his head, lowered his eyes, and lightly kissed Thrander's slightly curled fingertips.

Because of lowering his head, Thrander couldn't see the other person's expression.But he could feel the tender affection and intense distress contained in the young man's light kiss.

He was extremely grateful for the young man's affection and concern for him.

"I'm fine." Compared with what Cesidil suffered, these injuries are just a drop in the bucket, and Thrander couldn't relieve even one ounce of guilt because of this injury.

Even though he has unspeakable difficulties, injuries are injuries, and those are real scars on Cesidil's heart, and he cannot deny the real existence of these injuries.

So he will always bear this guilt and heartache.

"Thurland, do you know? Before I met you, I never knew that a person's heart could endure so much pain and still beat." Legston said softly, his fingers trembling uncontrollably , "I thought I was going to die... Several times I felt suffocated, burst, what's more, the world was dark, and my soul screamed in fear."

The young man's gentle voice reached Thrander's ears, and the pain contained in the words made his heart ache.

"I'm very sorry……"

"No, you don't need to be sorry." A tear ran out of Legston's eyes and hit Thurander's palm, causing him to shiver for a moment, "I'm willing to bear such pain. .Because it let me know how important you are to me. It is so important that even if I am against the entire continent and all the gods, I will not hesitate or hesitate."

Emotional words slowly echoed in the air.There was no emotion in Thrander's blue eyes, and his pale face was also peaceful.

His performance almost made people think that he didn't hear such an emotional confession, or didn't care at all, and couldn't be surprised or sad.

Until the moment he lowered his eyes, crystal clear tears rolled down his cheeks, infecting his arms that could not rest on his legs.

The images of the future kept replaying in his mind. The affectionate face of the young man in front of him was constantly changing and overlapping with the hateful face many years later, almost tearing his chest apart.

He had to press the other palm on his chest to prevent the grief from spreading.

"Thurland..." Legston looked at him in astonishment, and immediately got up and hugged him in his arms, easing his physical pain.

He couldn't know what happened to the person in his arms, but he knew that it must have something to do with him.

Because this was the first time Thrander took the initiative to hug him tightly and respond to his feelings.

He could feel the heavy breathing of the other party, as well as the vague words whispered from the depths of his throat.

That was his name - Legston.

A great sorrow swept Thrander's mind and soul.He seems to understand himself 260 years later, but he doesn't seem to understand.

In a trance, he seemed to see the No. [-] Dharma God whose eyes concealed countless secrets and the past, and heard the other party's heavy exhortations and arrangements for him.

He wanted to ask why, why he was chosen to make such a choice.

The first Dharma God smiled sadly and helplessly.

"Because...you are me."

Thrander woke up suddenly.

When the figure of the future No. [-] Dharma God disappeared in his consciousness, Thrander slowly opened his eyes. His grief and despair gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a dark light that was hidden deep in his eyes. .

The cold and resolute light from the blue pupils slowly shines out, like a sharp sword, arousing a fierce murderous aura in the air.

"Thrander?" Legston immediately noticed the change in Thrander, he pressed the man's shoulders to help him up, to see what happened to him.

But Thrander didn't wait for him to apply force with both hands, and stood up from his arms.

"Your hands..." Because of the previous action, the wounds on Thrander's hands were all torn, and at this moment, glaring blood was leaking from the gauze.

Legston turned immediately to fetch the herbs, intending to help him re-bandage.

"No need." Thurander raised his left hand, with his eyes half-closed, and softly chanted a healing spell.

Almost immediately, a soft yet dense white light appeared in midair to wrap his wound, helping him recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for the other broken arm, under the chanting of Thrander's incantation, it first made crackling and snapping sounds, then made teeth-stinging rubbing sounds, and finally made the rustling sound of rapid bone growth and reconnection.

"Leggston, I'm going to retreat for half a year. During this six months, no matter what happens, don't call me." Thrander didn't care about the pain of bone reorganization. don't care.

Legston's eyes dimmed, and he responded softly after a moment, "Okay."

"Thank you." Thrander thanked softly, then turned and walked out of the hut.

At this moment, Thrander didn't turn his head back, nor deliberately searched for the movement of the person behind him, so he ignored the pain and sadness in the person's eyes, and also ignored the trembling and stiffness of the person hidden under his clothes.

Time passed without a trace.Except for the ever-increasing scars and vicissitudes in people's hearts, no one can notice how ruthless and cruel their footsteps are.

The moment Thurander opened the door of the studio, intense darkness swept over him in an instant.

During the past six months, Cecil Dill has prepared an incomparably rich "gift" and "surprise" for him.

The author has something to say: this chapter can be regarded as a transition, Thrander's hesitation and struggle are only here.

Do things later!Do something! !The plot line will become clear!

The plan that has been laid out for far more than 260 years is about to start!