half demon glass

Chapter 756 The only person who cares
The tone in which he talked to me was like an old friend I hadn't seen for many years, a little arrogant and helpless, which invisibly shortened the distance between him and me.

"What do you want to say?" I restrained my hostility and asked him.

But he smiled and said, "It's nothing. The person you knocked out before should know which side I am on, but you don't have to be too proud. I will help you, not because of you."

"Who is that because of?" I asked further.

When I asked him this question, his breathing suddenly stopped, as if he was caught in some painful memory. He paused for several seconds, and then in that low and hoarse voice, he said, "Yun Mochen."

"You are Yun Mochen's sister, the most important person to him. Sometimes, my heart does not agree with your actions, but if he agrees with you, I will agree."

Yun Mochen...

Hearing these three words, I was like a thunderbolt, and I was stunned for a few seconds.

The voice that appeared in my mind before and kept calling me to live and take his share of life with me seemed to ring in my ears again.

I rarely hear my brother's name from other people's mouths, and I have never even seen him in those memory fragments.

Now that such a person has appeared, when I mention Yun Mochen, I treat him as if he were a treasure in the world, a close friend of life and death. How can I not be moved by this?

"What's your... relationship with him?" I raised my head and asked inexplicably.

He did not answer directly, but only said: "I will make those who killed him pay the price they deserve, no matter where I end up, no matter what the consequences are."

"..."

What I saw in his eyes was full of sincerity. I had some answers in my heart, but I still didn't dare to confirm.

Perhaps, sometimes, what the answer is is no longer important.

I died for Yun Mochen for more than 1000 years, and I am happy that there are still people who remember him, and there are still people who want to avenge him and seek justice for him.

only……

"Yun Mochen died because of me." I sighed.

But he replied to me: "He died because of you, because he was willing to do so. He was able to die in your place, which was what he hoped for. But the person who killed you back then was the person who indirectly killed him. I don't care about any of them." I won’t let it go!”

At the end of his words, his eyes were full of murderous intent, gnashing of teeth, and overwhelming hatred!

Only after a long, long time did I know how he suppressed the hatred in his heart and survived during the countless precarious days and nights for more than 1000 years.

Late at night, the names he wrote on the list appeared in his mind. He couldn't sleep at all. He could only sharpen his sword in the dark night, waiting for the day when the time was right, holding the sharpened sword. , cut off their heads with his own hands.

But once the sun rises, he has to put on another face, smile in front of his enemies, and tell lies that he himself would not believe.

Not only did he hate the leaders of Southern Xinjiang, but he also hated Southern Xinjiang and everything related to Southern Xinjiang!
He doesn't care about the glory of his family, the rise and fall of Southern Xinjiang, the relatives around him, or even his own life.

But the only person he cares about is no longer alive.

"Those people you are talking about, are you referring to the two brothers from the Qian family?" I asked him.

(End of this chapter)