The years when I was doing things in another world

Chapter 360
In the empty other courtyard, after Da Situ added barriers and restrictions, he put out the three cups of Juewei.

Mu Li wearing a black veil was taken off, revealing a pale face.

Da Situ's neck, side face and forehead are all covered with strange black lines, his eyes are dull and dull, his whole person is like a puppet carefully refined by a puppeteer, without a trace of life.

Compared with Gui Yuejun, who is indistinguishable from gods and demons, Da Situ is grotesque and treacherous, neither human nor ghost.

The lifeless puppet mechanically took out the Guyuan Dan from the jade bottle and swallowed it in one gulp.

Before the potency of the medicine dissipated, he picked up the first glass of wine and drank it.

The sweet and fragrant wine spread between the lips and teeth, but what flowed into the bottom of my heart was boundless bitterness.

His vision became blurred, and fragments of countless memories played back in his mind.

It was when he was young, when his parents and his family were still alive.

Then?

Then there is no more.

Under the turmoil of the imperial power, everything disappeared.

Da Situ withdrew from the extremely short memory, and a tear fell from his eyes like stagnant water.

It turned out that his happy days were pitifully few.

It turned out that... in his happy days, there was not a day when he saw that person.

Even if he has supreme authority, he is no longer as weak and deceitful as he was when he was a child.

Life and death are up for grabs, and the power is in your hands.

He had thought revenge was joy.

However, Juewei Sanshang ruthlessly confirmed his conjecture that had flashed for a moment.

He is not happy.

Stepping on the blood of his enemies, he lived like the person he hated.

The blood of the enemy will not quench his pain, it will only make him colder and more insane.

So he did something even worse.

Da Situ covered his eyes, but a trace of crystal cleared from between his fingers.

Wrong on wrong, wrong on wrong!
His body convulsed, as if he was undergoing some terrible torture.

In fact it is.

There are three cups of absolute taste, and those who are happy are also sad.

There is no other because of happiness, because...there is no other in the world.

The past cannot be traced, even the happy memories will turn into a deadly knife.

What's more, looking back at the past, in his long life, there was only a pitifully small moment in his childhood when he was happy and carefree.

After a while, Da Situ managed to regain his composure, and removed his hands covering his eyes.

The tears still couldn't stop falling, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.

Too much pain, already numb.

He even held his hands steady and picked up the second glass cup.

The same wine passed through the mouthpiece, but this time it was endlessly bitter.

Memories flooded in, and pain and sorrow filled every drop of his blood.

Compared with his meager happiness, his sorrow is simply too much.

The pain of being displaced after the collapse of the family, and the sadness of being in a high place after the power is in hand.

as well as……

The heartache of losing a loved one forever.

How sad, to know that I love him only after losing him.

Maybe he had noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't want to admit it.

After all, he was the son of his enemy, even... even he was persecuted by his so-called father.

He was a sinner who was blinded by hatred and had done something irreparable, and also... a utter wretch.

The already numb heart ached again, and the dense pain couldn't spare every nerve of him.

Da Situ slumped to the ground, glistening teardrops fell, kicking up fine dust on the floor.

He was wrong.

He was really wrong.

Da Situ bent down in pain, and a dying cry came from his throat.

(End of this chapter)