Chapter 68 Do you want to make me happy? (Pool abuse warning)
Han Zhi was not lying. Mu Qingyang took away the Golden God's power, godhead, body, and even soul that day, so he quickly occupied the Kingdom of Jin and declared war on other countries.
She also invited the Water God to form an alliance with her, but for some unknown reason, the Water God neither agreed to her request nor sided with Han Zhi.
It’s inappropriate to say that he didn’t lean towards her, because Han Zhi still often stayed with Chi Changyuan.
"Don't worry, I will persuade father." Chi Changyuan looked at Han Zhi's exhausted appearance and felt distressed: "Father thinks that mother will not attack us."
Han Zhi laughed: "You want to persuade him to help me? What about your mother? She's outnumbered. Your father doesn't want to get involved. Doesn't he just want us to fight to the point of mutual destruction, and then wait for the new order to be established so he can reap the benefits?"
Chi Changyuan said, "But he can't stay out of this. Sooner or later, his mother will turn the knife on him."
"...Of course, he might help Mother." Chi Changyuan said, "But I will definitely help you. It doesn't matter who wins or loses this war. As long as we survive, we can embrace the final victory, right?"
"Yeah." Han Zhi said absentmindedly, "Survival of the fittest. Only the strong deserve to survive."
But human hearts have always been greedy, and God is no exception.
Even Leng Baibai and Fenjin, who seemed to have agreed to the alliance, were each calculating how much benefit they could gain after order was restored after the war.
The more they calculated, the more disadvantageous it became to his plan.
"Chi Changyuan, do you love me?"
Han Zhi suddenly said.
Chi Changyuan was startled by the sudden question, his ears instantly warming. His expression, previously tense from the war and the plotting, softened considerably. He looked at the weariness and subtle confusion hidden in Han Zhi's eyes, his Adam's apple moving, and he reached out to gently grasp Han Zhi's cool hand.
They haven't been this close since Han Zhi regained his memory.
"Of course." His voice was soft, but it was filled with unquestionable certainty. "I know I was a jerk in the past, but I really know I was wrong. In my heart, you are more important than myself."
He said: "I know you envy Yu Chengyu for having Yu Chen's love, but you also have me. My love is no less than Yu Chen's love for Yu Chengyu."
"But." Han Zhi tilted his head and said, "I don't love you."
Han Zhi's voice was very soft, like a feather falling on Chi Changyuan's heart, but it made his eyes red in an instant.
But he was not surprised by Han Zhi's answer. No one would take what Han Zhi, who had lost his memory, seriously.
He held Han Zhi's hand tightly, and his fingertips even trembled a little.
"It doesn't matter." Chi Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't care. From now on, loving you is enough."
Seeing him like this, Han Zhi's eyes finally lost some of the distant coldness. He gently squeezed his hand back with his fingertips. The movement was light, but enough to reassure Chi Changyuan. "Do you want to make me happy?" He paused, his eyes fixed on the falling flowers outside the palace, and his tone became heavier.
"Of course." Chi Changyuan answered without hesitation.
"If... I mean if." Han Zhi turned to look at him, his face reflected in his red eyes, hiding a complexity that he couldn't understand, "If I die, what will you do?"
These words made Chi Changyuan's heart, which had just warmed up, sink again. He frowned, not understanding what Han Zhi meant: "What do you mean..."
"Don't worry, no one can take my life." Han Zhi said: "It's just a joke. I... just in case."
"Then I will fight you back." Chi Changyuan said firmly: "No matter what method I use, I will definitely bring you back."
Han Zhi suddenly half-knelt down.
“!”
Chi Changyuan wanted to pull him away, but Han Zhi leaned his head on the back of his hand. His hair was soft. Chi Changyuan only heard him say: "You know what? I can't forgive myself."
Chi Changyuan wanted to speak to comfort him, but Han Zhi said, "We all know that some of the gods who died in battle didn't deserve to die. They went to the battlefield with the awareness of defending their country. Some of them have been diligent and caring for the people in their respective territories. They didn't deserve to die, but I let them go anyway."
He said, "If I really let those good-for-nothings go, they'll be your mother's children in no time."
His voice was hoarse with suppressed pain.
Chi Changyuan seemed to understand his intention, *********
"not enough……"
He leaned on Chi Changyuan, his hair rubbing against his chest: "Please..."
He was pushed to the ground.
His hair was scattered on the floor, and Chi Changyuan pinched his jaw.
Until this moment, Chi Changyuan seemed to finally believe that Han Zhi really liked her.
The guilt in his heart tormented him, and this was the only punishment he could use to make him feel better.
Replace the pain in your heart with physical pain?
But Chi Changyuan was unwilling.
"Don't be like that." He said, "Just treat me like those who oppose you, okay? It will make you feel better."
The crisp sound of the slap still hung in the air. Chi Changyuan tilted his head, his eyes red beneath his messy hair. His Adam's apple rolled, but he raised his hand to grab Han Zhi's wrist, which was hanging by his side, and his fingertips were so hard that they turned white.
Han Zhi's hand bones ached from his grip, but he didn't break free. He lowered his eyes to look at the person in front of him. The other person's back was straight, like a string about to break, but the force he was holding on to was so fierce that it seemed as if he wanted to entwine their fates.
"I've seen a lot these days...some people would chat with me happily one day, and the next day even their bodies would be gone."
“Bang!”
A slap landed, and Han Zhi seemed to be experiencing this feeling for the first time. He looked at Chi Changyuan's head and turned away, and whispered: "I could obviously save them, but I couldn't."
"It's not your fault."
"This is my fault," Han Zhi said. "I am their monarch now, their de facto crown. Protecting them should be my responsibility. But I sent people to force them to go to the battlefield. Did you know? The gods of the Nine Lands, including the people, all call me a tyrant."
They missed the former earth god very much, and some even wanted to overthrow him.
"They think that Mu Sheng went to war against Jiutu because of me."
"They said, 'The enemy's monarch personally led the army, while I stayed behind. What a cruel and incompetent monarch I am.'"
After all, he did not have a deep foundation in the Nine Lands and could not have the final say like Leng Baibai and Fenjin. After a long period of peace, neither gods nor humans wanted to see war.
His head drooped, with no way to vent his pain.
"Tyrant? Incompetent?" Chi Changyuan's voice was hoarse, and his fingertips unconsciously brushed the red corners of Han Zhi's eyes. "When everything is over, they will understand your painstaking efforts."
Chi Changyuan tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter, as if to pass on his warmth to him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
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