"I promise you," Zhou Ping said, gently patting the sword case behind him.
bite--
A crisp sword rang out.
"I can lend you my sword," Nyx offered, a deal that Zhou Ping couldn't refuse, nor did he want to.
Moreover, Nyx's ascent to Olympus was also a good thing for Great Xia.
The forbidden item, the Dragon Elephant Sword, appeared in his hand, and his eyes were filled with sword intent.
Ding—!!!
Sword intent, sword energy, and the laws of the sword surged wildly into the Dragon Elephant Sword at this moment.
Sword energy surged, and a fierce wind rose around him.
A soaring sword intent surrounded him, filling the entire room.
Only the direction where Shang Yan was located formed a vacuum zone, where the sharp sword energy had come within a fraction of a second.
A surging ocean of sword energy rushed into the Dragon Elephant Sword, boundless and endless.
The life essence he wore around his neck emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the world shrouded in darkness.
After a long while, when he stopped, the Dragon Elephant Sword had been infused with endless sword laws.
The green crystal on his chest had become somewhat dull.
Zhou Ping handed over the sword as a gift.
"Great Xia needs me now, and I cannot leave Great Xia for the time being." Surrounded by outer gods, who are eyeing him covetously, Zhou Ping, as the only person who broke through the ceiling of humanity to become a god, must protect Great Xia during the period of the Heavenly Court's reconstruction.
"This sword contains all my sword laws."
"This sword comes from a human... Slay through Olympus for me."
Nyx reached out and took the Dragon Elephant Sword.
She reached out and tore off a piece of her skirt, taking a slice of night. Divine power erupted in her eyes, and strands of the laws of night appeared in her hand. She fused them into a black ribbon and handed it out.
"When you search for your lost soul, the night will guide you."
The handover between the two was thus completed.
Zhou Ping wrapped the black ribbon around his arm.
Nix held the Dragon Elephant Sword and looked at Lin Qiye beside him.
As the surrounding darkness gradually faded, Nyx's figure also gradually disappeared into the fading night.
After Nyx left, Lin Qiye, who was standing in front of Zhou Ping, said goodbye to him.
Lin Qiye glanced at Shang Yan, who was still asleep on the hospital bed, sighed softly, and said to Zhou Ping, "Brother Zhou Ping, Mother has something to say to me, so I'll be leaving now."
His gaze swept over the lunchbox placed to the side, and he frowned with worry. "Brother Zhou Ping, you can only take care of Brother Shang Yan if you take good care of yourself."
"Shangyan is still waiting for you, you... don't forget to eat." After saying this, he saw Zhou Ping nod in agreement before turning and leaving the ward.
After Lin Qiye left, Zhou Ping hadn't even sat down when there was another knock on the door.
Guan came in carrying a food box. "I thought you probably hadn't eaten yet, so I brought some food with me when I went downstairs to buy some..."
After seeing the food box in Zhou Ping's hand, he remained silent for a moment.
Finally, he handed the food box to Zhou Ping, saying, "Remember to eat. There are two boxes; enough for two meals."
Zhou Ping looked at the two food boxes in his hands with a bit of helplessness. He nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
"Will you go into seclusion again after you come out this time?" He knew Guan Zai, but Guan Zai was often in seclusion, so the two didn't see each other very often.
Guan raised an eyebrow when he saw Guan take the initiative to speak to him, indicating that quite a lot had happened while he was away.
Zhou Ping has started to initiate conversations with people.
I'm very pleased.
"Probably not for now, given the tense situation," Guan replied, hoping Zhou Ping would say something else.
"Oh," Zhou Ping nodded slightly, then continued to focus his gaze on Shang Yan, who was lying on the hospital bed.
He was practically a statue waiting for his wife.
Guan glanced at him, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Remember to eat, I'm going to check on Master Chen next door."
“Okay, go ahead,” Zhou Ping replied.
After spending about ten days in the hospital, Zhou Ping bent down, picked up Shang Yan who was still fast asleep, and walked out of the hospital.
"Leaving now? Not staying a few more days?" In the next room, Mr. Chen was sunbathing on a hospital chair when he saw Zhou Ping was about to leave and asked.
"No, he's fine." Zhou Ping slowly shook his head, holding Shang Yan in one arm, with a black sword case on his back.
As Master Chen watched his figure recede into the distance, he took a small sip of the tea in his cup and tasted its bitterness.
"He can't live without me."
After leaving the hospital, standing at the hospital entrance, Zhou Ping lowered his head and touched his forehead to Shang Yan's in his arms.
Shang Yan, lying in his arms, slowly woke up, but his eyes remained empty and lifeless.
The moment his forehead touched Zhou Ping's, as if by reflex, a faint, very small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Yan Yan, do you like this?" Zhou Ping noticed the change in him, and even though he knew he wouldn't get any response, he still murmured to himself as he asked.
As expected, there was no response.
"Our schedule is going to be very tight. I have to complete some tasks that Ye Fan gave me and confront those Outer Gods," Zhou Ping said softly.
"You can't live without me, I'll take you to slay the god," he said calmly.
The Dragon Elephant Sword was lent to Nyx, and the sword he carried in the sword box behind him had been replaced by the bone sword formed from Shang Yan's trident.
"Don't worry, I will protect you." He paused for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "I will reach that realm as soon as possible and come find you."
Shang Yan, nestled in his arms, yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
He suffers from a mental disorder, and even when he wakes up, he will not react to the outside world.
"Are you sleepy?" Zhou Ping reached out and gently patted his back. "If you're sleepy, take a nap. It's okay."
Soothed gently, Shang Yan lay comfortably in a warm embrace, his eyes half-closed.
He was a little sleepy, his eyes half-closed, and he was unusually obedient.
“We’ll go home first… We can’t see our parents for a while, they’ll worry.”
A young man in a black shirt was carrying a sleeping chestnut-haired boy in one arm and a suitcase in the other, walking back to Nishijin City.
"I wonder how Uncle's local restaurant is doing lately. Oh, I can't go see Uncle either, he'll be worried..."
"I'll take you to see them from a distance first, then we'll go back to the bookstore. After we tidy up the bookstore, we'll go help Ye Fan deal with those tricky things."
Zhou Ping, who rarely speaks, kept muttering to himself in Shang Yan's ear.
Lying in his arms, Shang Yan felt a bit noisy and subconsciously reached out to cover the source of the noise.
With his mouth covered, Zhou Ping looked helplessly at Shang Yan in his arms.
Does that mean he's being noisy?
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