So even though they knew that Ye Han was ambitious and indomitable, they were still very reluctant to part with him. Ye Han had brought them too much laughter these days. The sudden departure made their hearts feel like they were being cut by a knife.
"Dao 'er, Rong' er, you have to be good while brother-in-law is not around. Also, you have to eat more. When brother-in-law comes back, he will definitely bring you guys more delicious food, drinks, and fun.”
Ye Han squatted down and pulled the two sobbing little girls into his arms, speaking very gently.
" Wow…Brother-in-law, can you not leave us? I don't want good food or fun. I just want to be with Brother-in-law.”
Zhen Dao cried very sadly. Zhen Rong did not say anything and just kept crying. His hands tightly grabbed Ye Han's collar, not letting him leave.
These days, when Ye Han was free, he would accompany these two little girls and play with them. They had already formed a kind of dependence on Ye Han. They were closer to Ye Han than anyone else. Now that Ye Han was leaving, the two of them were the most sad.
"Dao 'er and Rong' er, be good. Brother-in-law doesn't want to leave either, but now brother-in-law is like the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal in Journey to the West. Brother-in-law also has to go and learn from the scriptures so that he can protect Dao 'er in the future. Rong' er still has his brother, sister, father, and mother. However, brother-in-law won't be gone for that long. He'll be back soon. When the time comes, brother-in-law will come to you guys to fight demons, okay?”
Ye Han patiently coaxed the two little girls.
"Really?"
Zhen Dao and Zhen Rong raised their heads and looked at Ye Han expectantly with their tearful eyes. They were pure and flawless, without any impurities.
"Yes, it's true. Brother-in-law would never lie to you.”
"Then let's pinky swear."
"Alright, let's pinky swear together."
"Pinky swear and hang yourself. You can't change for a hundred years.”
"I also want to pinky swear with brother-in-law.”
"Alright, I'll come with you."
Finally, Ye Han used all his skills and finally dealt with the two most troublesome little girls. Then, he stood up and said goodbye to the two Zhen brothers.
Finally, he bowed to Zhang shi and said goodbye,
"Mother-in-law, please take care."
After saying goodbye to each and every one of them, Ye Han turned around and jumped onto the back of his horse. He patted the back of the horse and left.
He didn't dare to turn around. He didn't want to face the scene of everyone being reluctant to part and tearful.
He hated parting the most! Every time, she would be sad for a long time. No wonder the ancients had left behind so many parting poems. It was because parting was often the most touching moment. It was easy to express one's feelings when one was in a state of extreme emotion.
At this time, the sun had just risen. Under the morning sun, Ye Han's shadow was stretched long. One man, one horse, one lone shadow, Ye Han began his journey to Luoyang.
The sun shone brightly, the autumn wind blew, and Ye Han felt the breath of freedom as he galloped across the country. Breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the cool breeze, Ye Han's heart leaped.
With a sword, he went to the end of the world to kill all the evil people in the world. He galloped on horseback and sang loudly to wipe out all the unjust things.
This was the journey of a chivalrous man in ancient times. A lone horse, a pot of turbid wine, an iron sword, and a lone wolf. He wandered the world, killing all the unjust things, hiding in the Jianghu, and cleaning up the lead.
For some reason, Ye Han had this thought in his heart. Perhaps it was from his chivalrous dream when he was young. Who wouldn't be frivolous and high-spirited when they were young? It was only after they slowly grew up that they realized that reality and dreams were always so far away, often out of reach.
As a result, that initial dream was slowly buried in the depths of his heart by the pressure of reality. Perhaps when chatting with his friends, he would always say," My dreams at that time were really childish."
However, who could really forget their original intentions? Who was the one who thought of their childhood dreams when they were tossing and turning, and then fell asleep with an innocent smile?
If there was a chance, no one would change their initial dream. Ye Han was thinking this way now.
Ye Han's horse was just an ordinary warhorse. After half a day's journey, it was already extremely tired. Ye Han had been swinging on the horse's back for half a day and his body was already sore. He needed to rest for a while before he could continue on his journey.
Coincidentally, there was a village two or three miles ahead. Ye Han could already see the rising clouds and smoke. He planned to go there and rest for a while.
"Hmm, no, why is there such a strong smell of blood? Could the fireworks be?"
When Ye Han rode his horse closer to the village, he found a strong smell of blood coming from the direction of the village. The thick smoke was definitely not the smoke from the villagers cooking.
Ye Han had a very bad premonition in his heart, so he whipped the horse hard. The horse neighed and spread its four hooves, bringing Ye Han to the village entrance at lightning speed.
"Who is so cruel?!”
The scene in front of him actually made Ye Han's heart tremble violently.
Slaughtering a village, it was actually slaughtering a village!
The entire village was burning with a raging fire. No one came to put out the fire because there was no living person here. Everyone was lying in a pool of blood.
Ye Han jumped off his horse and slowly walked towards the village. This place was in a complete mess. The air was filled with death energy and shrouded the sky. The dead souls refused to leave. They wanted to tell the murderer about his crimes. They were unwilling. The resentment here seemed to be condensing.
An old woman was holding a little boy tightly in her arms. However, a steel knife had pierced through her back and nailed them to the ground. The old woman's blood had dried up and dyed the little boy in her arms red. She died with her eyes wide open. Her eyes were still looking at the little boy, and there were still tears at the corner of her eyes. Her dry mouth was slightly open, as if she was comforting the little boy. The boy in her arms had an extremely terrified expression on his face. It was obvious that he was facing great fear before he died.
Ye Han gently squatted down and helped the old woman close her eyes. He clenched his fists tightly and continued to walk forward.
It was a broken hand, and its owner was lying not far away. His face was full of grief and indignation, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, but there was no longer any spirit. The broken hand was still tightly clutching a piece of fabric with lace. Even when it was cut off, it never let go.
Ye Han continued walking forward.
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