Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1632 Quarrel
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The dim candlelight flickered in front of the small bed, elongating her silhouette as she sat.

Chen Xiaojun stood three steps away in the shadows, his fist pressed firmly against the door frame, the bulging veins on the back of his hand clearly visible in the dim light.

"No."

He squeezed out two words, his voice low and deep.

Xiao Yi was only wrapped in a thin outer garment, her pale hands resting on the folded quilts.

The candlelight flickered in her calm eyes, reflecting the hair that clung to her forehead, soaked with cold sweat, but it couldn't penetrate a trace of warmth.

She didn't even blink.

The stagnant air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Xi Xi nervously twisted her fingers, her voice extremely soft: "Xiao Jun... let's talk this out. Tomorrow... you have to come up with something, right?"

Her gaze shifted cautiously between Chen Xiaojun, whose face was ashen, and Xiao Yi, who remained expressionless.

“Tomorrow,” Chen Xiaojun’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning coal, and he said with difficulty, “we will all… take a day off.”

"Withdrawal?!" Xixi gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Chen Xiaojun turned his head away, avoiding Xixi and Xiaoyi's gaze, leaving them only with his taut jawline.

"cough…"

His chest heaved. "A team of seven. Right now... we can't even muster three or four capable fighters."

Xiao Yi's gaze finally stirred; her star-like eyes turned dark and deep as she slowly turned to him.

That look in his eyes held no anger, no resentment, only a bottomless, icy pool.

When Chen Xiaojun met her eyes, it felt as if his heart had been stabbed by her icy gaze, and his breath caught in his throat.

The air felt heavy, like it was filled with lead.

The candle wick burst open with a tiny spark, a soft crackling sound that only amplified the deathly silence of the room.

Even the chirping of autumn insects outside the window has disappeared.

So long that Xixi thought time had frozen.

"You..." Chen Xiaojun's voice seemed to be squeezed out from a crack in the ice, extremely dry, "...Think about it carefully."

After saying that, he almost staggered as he opened the door and plunged into the darkness of the corridor without looking back.

The door bounced back behind him with a dull thud.

Xiao Yi's gaze lingered on the vibrating door, the sadness in her eyes like dark watermarks left after the tide receded.

Her fingers unconsciously curled up, gripping the soft fabric of the quilt.

This marked the first time that he and she parted on bad terms.

Xixi moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, carefully reaching out to touch Xiaoyi's hand, then pulling it back. "Xiaoyi, don't...don't be angry."

"That jerk doesn't know how to be considerate... He's just... afraid you won't be able to handle it, that's why he got angry."

She spoke quickly and softly, "What Xiaojun said... isn't entirely unreasonable."

"When you were in good health, I wasn't afraid of you losing even if you brought two or three people to the game... But look at you now, even Ningxia is lying next door unable to get up..."

Her voice lowered, and she quickly looked up to examine Xiaoyi's face, "...Besides, your health..."

Xiao Yi has already turned her face away.

She didn't look at Xixi, nor did she look at the closed door again; she simply raised her eyes and gazed out the window.

The cold moonlight, fragmented by the window frame, scatters in patches on the icy ground. Her eyes reflect those fragments of moonlight, as still as a frozen lake.

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The evening breeze was chilly. Chen Xiaojun's figure emerged from behind the moon gate, carrying with him a gloomy aura. His heavy footsteps pounded across the bluestone ground of the corridor.

The people in the pavilion had long since stopped whispering and all their eyes were fixed on him.

"Sixth Brother, come here." Chen Mu's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Chen Xiaojun abruptly stopped, his body seemingly stiffening for a moment. After a brief hesitation, he still dragged himself into the pavilion, bringing with him a chill.

Without looking at anyone, he pulled out a stone bench and sat down heavily. He picked up the rough pottery pot on the table, tilted it forcefully, and poured the tea into the bottom of the cup.

He picked up the cup, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a cool trace of tea spilled down his tense jawline.

stuffy.

You could hear a pin drop in the pavilion.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

The group exchanged glances, but no one spoke first.

Chen Mu curled his lips and said, "I've watched you grow up since you were a child, and this is the first time I've seen you so vulnerable."

Chen Xiaojun put down his teacup, the bottom of the ceramic cup tapping softly on the stone table. "Thank you, haha."

The atmosphere eased considerably after he spoke.

Chen Shurui picked up a melon seed, but didn't crack it; he just twirled it lightly between his fingers. His sunny smile faded considerably, and his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze. "Sixth Brother, tell me,"

He spoke, his voice softening, "How...did you upset our Sister Xiaoyi?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Chen Xiaojun's increasingly ashen profile, before slowly adding, "Don't glare at me. Did I say something wrong? Who slammed the door just now? It was loud, but... you were definitely at a disadvantage."

He tapped his heart with his fingertip, "You got a big loss, didn't you?"

Chen Shurui's words were so damn venomous, and so damn accurate!
He, Chen Xiaojun, has the body of a fourteen-year-old boy but the soul of a man in his thirties or forties.

What storms haven't we weathered?

But what I just can't stand is the icy depth in Xiaoyi's eyes.

Chen Shurui's interruption made him realize what was happening.

Uh, Xiaoyi, the ultimate form of passive-aggressive behavior.

Chen Bin's thin lips moved slightly. He spoke in a serious tone, his gaze direct: "Sixth Brother, don't be angry. Getting angry will hurt yourself first, and then it will hurt others."

Chen Xiaojun suddenly turned his head and glared at him: "You understand too?!"

Chen Bin nodded frankly: "I don't understand, but isn't that how you arrange the characters in all the storybooks you write?"

He added a special note: "Chapter 12 of Volume 3 of 'The Overbearing Saintess Falls in Love with Me': 'A gentleman's anger hurts himself three parts before he can hurt others.'"

Chenxiaojun: "..."

He nearly choked to death on a mouthful of blood. This guy is a real talent!

A moment of deathly silence fell over the pavilion.

The next second, several suppressed chuckles and gasps of amusement rang out almost simultaneously.

The tense corners of everyone's mouths finally couldn't help but turn upwards, and even their eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

Watching the seemingly infallible and composed (at least in their eyes) Guizi Liu fall into the trap of his own cheesy plot, and then being seriously compared to it by the icy Chen Bin in a live broadcast...

This subtle contrast and the embarrassment of being humiliated burst open a bubble of relief.

"Haha..." Zhu Wuneng laughed most gleefully, his wounds twitching and making him gasp.

It's rare to see so many people with such vibrant and lively expressions.

Just as this slightly comical and relaxed atmosphere was about to spread, light footsteps approached.

Tao Ruyin appeared at the foot of the stone steps outside the pavilion, and respectfully reported, "Young masters, Chief Guard Zhu and Chief Steward Zhu have arrived."

"Who's here?" Zhu Wuneng's laughter stopped abruptly. He sat up abruptly, baring his teeth, and raised his voice urgently, "My great-grandfather has woken up?!"

Tao Ruyin shook her head quickly: "No, it's not Old Master Zhu. It's... Chief Steward Yanfeng has arrived!"

She gasped for breath: "It's Grandpa Zhu Yanfeng!"

Zhu Wuneng's anxious and expectant expression froze instantly. Second Uncle?!

Overjoyed, he ran out.

(End of this chapter)