daily routine

convention.

Why did it become like this?

The afternoon sun shone warmly on the bed through the screen window.

He lay quietly, looking at the tree shadows outside the window.

"Axuan, why are you sick again? Get well soon, and go fight with me." The seven or eight-year-old child was lying on the window, laughing and saying to him on the bed.

"I don't like fighting...cough cough..." He curled up in the bed, since he was born, he had never left his weakness and discomfort, and his natural weakness trapped him firmly in the room.

"It doesn't matter, I'm here! As long as I'm here, no one will bully you. I have fun things for you to play with, but you are not allowed to report me, you know? Look, this is the new frog I caught today. !" The little boy simply pushed open the screen window and climbed in through the window.

"You are obviously a little servant, why are you so rude and always call me Axuan? Don't you call me young master?" He was so scared that he shrank back into the bed even more.

"Then you can also call me Acheng! Everyone calls me that!" The boy chuckled, and suddenly stuffed the frog into his bed.

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"Ah Xuan, I have decided to join the army. Now the world is in chaos. I believe that with my hands, I will be able to change all of this. How about you and me? Although our strength is small, as long as we can do something good, the world will be transformed." It wouldn't be so cold!" The boy's rough hand held the finger holding the scroll.

"Maybe I won't be able to come back after going to the battlefield. Will you miss me? Ah Xuan? It doesn't matter if you forget me. You need to find a beautiful and kind wife and let her treat you well, otherwise I won't rest in peace even if I'm a ghost." Yes!" The young man grinned grinningly, but there was sadness in his eyes, "Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, I'm really afraid you'll forget me."

"I won't forget you, Ah Cheng. I won't get married either. I'll wait for you to come back and change the world together." He raised his head and looked into the clear eyes of the young man.

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"Axuan, I am already a general, but now the world is in turmoil and I need your help. I know that you are full of skills, and you will definitely do something amazing." The young man in the red robe and armor escorted him from He hugged him on the recliner and raised it high, almost letting him sit on his shoulders.

"Axuan, let's fight the world together, okay? I will definitely protect you well. I can't even think about it even if you are not by my side for a day. I can only feel at ease when I look at you." The young man said, "We made an agreement, Fight together for this chaotic world, I will definitely defeat all enemies, and then find the best god in the world to heal your body, so that you can see the most magnificent scenery on the whole earth with me..."

"Even if I'm weak and weak, but for this ideal, I can go all over the world with you," he said.

The promise of that sentence taught the two of them to go through countless difficult years hand in hand.

In the blazing desert, it was the young man who endured the knife wounds all over his body, and carried him step by step through the scorching sand flow; on a snowy night, it was the young man again, who broke into the enemy camp of ten thousand people one by one, fighting angrily. The head of the enemy will be rescued from the gallows.Countless times, the two lived and died together, and countless times, the two made extraordinary achievements.

Not even the most insidious plots and lies could destroy their mutual trust.

until--

The man who was about to wear the imperial robe broke the hamstrings of everyone in that city in anger because someone insulted him, saying that he was a useless person who could not move, and said coldly: "No one can say that! Xuan's bad words, whoever speaks of his shortcomings, I will make him suffer for the rest of his life."

He looked at the indifferent man, and suddenly felt that this man whom he called A Cheng seemed so strange.

"Axuan, you are mine, no one can insult you, no one can underestimate you, for you, I can even change the laws of this world, make you queen, after my death, this world, I can even let you To the Su family! My heart for you is a lesson from heaven and earth! Come with me, follow me to the capital, to the palace, okay?" the man begged.

"This world has not yet achieved governance! Ah Cheng, have you forgotten our vow to fight till the end?"

"Those are all children's delusions. All I know is that at this moment, all I want is you. Come with me, okay? I won't force you, Axuan, you know I never force you, you Choose yourself." He stroked his face and said.

"I...I want to stay in Su's house...I still have a lot of questions that I haven't studied..." He lowered his head and shook his head.

The man clenched his fists tightly, as if extremely unwilling.

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If——if I really want to say who is at fault, then everything is my fault, it is my fault, I should not promise you lightly, and I should not reveal that taboo knowledge to you, so that I am already addicted to power. Your selfish desires are even more depraved.

I don't resent you for burning Su's house, and I don't resent you for the disgusted and disgusted look when you saw my scorched body. , that indifferent and focused expression.

I never resented, complained, hated you.

Ah Cheng.

Until the end, until the end, until you watched the executioner cut off my mutilated flesh with one knife, I didn't hate you.

You said you wanted to protect me, and I made that promise to myself.

Ah Cheng, I want to protect you.

Until the last moment, I was unwilling to tell you that cruel Dengxian secret.

Because it is a hell that will never be reborn.

I can't tell you what you want, it's my last way to protect you.

If hell really exists, let me go there alone, let me never be reborn alone, just let me sink by myself with the promise you think is ridiculous.

That agreement———

Fight for an ideal world.

Until the end, until I sink into hell, the only thing left for me is the last and last of this agreement.

Fight hard.

Fighting spirit

more than.

Only this is recorded,

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what.

You have to ask me why I do this, why do I keep provoking those demons?

Why keep destroying them when they are at their best and at their worst?

Ah, it seems to be my hobby.

also seems to be

When I was human, I held to some similar belief, right?

It's been so long that I can't remember.These demons are annoying enough, how can I remember so many.

What belief?

Probably some kind of hobby, or some kind of agreement.

As a person, probably the only advantage of me is that I am more honest.

Integrity...