kingnovel Chapter 658: It's hard to let go of your feelings
Chapter 658: It's hard to let go of your feelings
The taxi was speeding, Wu Hen clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were burning with anger.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure appear in front of him...
Wu Hen quickly patted the driver's shoulder: "Master, pull over!"
"Hey, young man, what's wrong? Are you carsick?" The driver looked concerned.
Wu Hen's mouth twitched: "No, I saw someone I know."
The taxi slowly stopped by the roadside, and Wu Hen opened the door and got out.
On a rainy night, a slender figure was standing under the street light. It was none other than Lin Qiye!
"Lin Qiye? Why are you here?" Wu Hen looked surprised.
Lin Qiye turned around and saw Wu Hen, with a faint smile on his face: "I'm waiting for you."
"Wait for me? Wait for me for what? Do you also want to go to Feng Ji's house to be a hero and save the beauty?" Wu Hen raised his eyebrows, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Lin Qiye shook his head: "I'll leave the hero-saving-beauty thing to you. I just want to talk to you."
"Chat? What to talk about? Life, ideals, or girls?" Wu Hen had a wicked smile on his face.
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly: "Can you be more serious?"
"I've always been serious. It's you who's not serious. You don't sleep in the middle of the night and come here to blow the cold wind." Wu Hen curled his lips.
"I'm serious, Wu Hen. There are some things I can't figure out, and I want to hear your opinion." Lin Qiye's expression became serious.
"Oh, the sun is rising from the west? Is there something that Master Lin, you can't figure out?"
"Tell me about it and see if I can give you some advice." Wu Hen became interested and leaned against the taxi with his arms folded across his chest.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "What do you think is the purpose of life?"
"Oh my god, such a philosophical question? Are you trying to play Nietzsche with me?"
Wu Hen rolled his eyes.
"Master Lin, have you been troubled by something recently? Why are you suddenly thinking about such a profound question?"
"I'm just... a little confused." Lin Qiye's voice was a little low.
"Confused? That's normal. Who hasn't felt confused at some point?"
"When I first crossed over here, I was even more confused than you!"
Wu Hen patted Lin Qiye's shoulder.
"But honestly, there's no standard answer to this kind of question. Everyone has a different way of living. The key is how you choose."
"Choose...?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.
"Of course it's a choice! If you want to be a hero who saves the world, then work hard to become stronger."
"If you want to be a useless person who only eats and waits for death, then just lie down and do nothing. It's your own choice anyway, and no one can interfere." Wu Hen shrugged.
"What if... I don't want to choose anything?" Lin Qiye raised his head, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"You don't want to choose anything? Then... just leave it alone!" Wu Hen laughed.
"Master Lin, you're not planning on becoming a monk, are you? No, you're so handsome, it would be such a shame if you shaved your head!"
Lin Qiye's mouth twitched: "I don't want to be a monk."
"Then what exactly do you want to do? Stop playing tricks on me and just say what you want to say!" Wu Hen was a little impatient.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind: "I want to know, who are you?"
"Me? I'm just an ordinary God Slayer. Why are you interested in me?"
Wu Hen deliberately cast a coquettish glance at Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye's expression instantly became a little unnatural: "Stop joking, I... I'm serious."
"I'm serious too. I'm also quite interested in you..." Wu Hen moved closer to Lin Qiye, lowered his voice, and spoke in an ambiguous tone.
"You..." Lin Qiye's cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Wu Hen.
Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's reaction and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, Master Lin, are you shy?"
"I...I just think you're weird." Lin Qiye tried to remain calm.
"Strange? I've always been like this. If you're not used to it, then... just get used to it."
Wu Hen shrugged indifferently.
"Forget it, I won't ask anymore." Lin Qiye sighed and seemed to give up asking further questions.
"No, you haven't told me what you want to do yet!"
Wu Hen grabbed Lin Qiye's arm and asked, "Are you really going to become a monk?"
Lin Qiye shook off Wu Hen's hand, turned around and walked away: "I have something else to do, I'm leaving first."
"Hey, where are you going? It's very dangerous over at Feng Ji's house. Do you want me to protect you?" Wu Hen shouted at Lin Qiye's back.
Lin Qiye didn't look back, just waved his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared in the rainy night.
Wu Hen looked at the direction where Lin Qiye disappeared, with a playful smile on his face.
"Interesting, really interesting..."
"System! Issue a mission! Investigate Lin Qiye's true intentions! Mission reward: a mysterious treasure chest!"
[Ding! Mission successfully released! Good luck to the host!]
Wu Hen rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement: "Alright! This time I must take off Lin Qiye's underwear!"
After saying that, Wu Hen turned around and got into a taxi: "Master, let's go to Feng Ji's house!"
The taxi started again and sped through the rainy night.
Wu Hen looked out the window, his eyes flickering.
Lin Qiye, what are you planning?
Just then, Wu Hen's cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned slightly.
"Hello, Wu Xiangning, what's going on?" Wu Hen answered the phone in a calm tone.
On the other end of the phone, Wu Xiangning's voice sounded a little anxious: "Wu Hen, something happened! Lin Qiye..."
Wu Hen's heart sank suddenly: "What happened to him?"
Wu Xiangning paused, as if he was having difficulty speaking: "He... he lent all five Huojin swords to Yuhui Qing Palace!"
"What? What did he do?!" Wu Hen almost screamed into the phone, his voice echoing in the narrow space of the taxi.
The poor driver got so startled that he nearly crashed into a lamppost.
"Giving five swords capable of bringing disaster to that... that living weapons exhibition? Is he completely crazy?!"
He could almost "hear" the sound of Wu Xiangning rubbing his hands over the phone.
"I know! It's crazy! Everyone's freaking out! They say he's totally out of control!"
"Some even think he's possessed by a runaway hairdryer... you know, the kind that makes your hair stand up."
Wu Hen snorted.
"Possessed by a hair dryer? That's a pretty new idea."
"However, given Nanaya's style, I'm not surprised at all that he would attract some strange household appliances." He paused, tapping the car window with his fingers.
"This thing stinks worse than a week-old durian. There's definitely something fishy going on here."
"It felt like he just wanted the world to end in a flash of ridiculously large swords."
"What should we do?" Wu Xiangning's voice was filled with genuine panic.
"Those swords in her hands... it's like giving a kid a chainsaw and a bunch of candy."
"'Disaster' isn't even enough to describe it!"
Wu Hen grinned, a sly glint in his eyes.
"What should we do? My dear Xiangning, we have to do what we do best."
"We're going to disrupt things, become the center of attention, and hopefully prevent the end of the world."
"It's going to be exciting, chaotic, and probably involve a lot of running. Just treat it like a normal Tuesday."
Without waiting for Wu Xiangning to protest, he hung up the phone, a surge of madness in his heart.
"Driver, change of plan! Step on the gas! We're going to... uh, wherever that woman who looks like a mobile arsenal is making trouble, we're going there!" He rubbed his hands excitedly.
"It's going to be fun for sure."
*System, new tasks!
Seize five elusive swords from the overzealous swordsman.
There are additional rewards if you can complete the mission without causing an international incident.
Reward: A lifetime supply of instant noodles...preferably the spicy kind.
*[Ding! Mission accepted! May luck always favor you, a slightly crazy guy! ]*
Wu Hen laughed out loud, and his laughter echoed in the taxi.
The driver, God bless him, just gripped the steering wheel tighter and said a silent prayer to his god.
Wu Hen couldn't blame him.
Now things are about to get... interesting.
As the taxi sped along the slippery streets in the rain, Wu Hen's mind raced, conceiving a crazy but potentially effective plan.
The plan involves disguises, rubber chickens, and maybe a mariachi band.
He hadn't thought out all the details yet, but that was okay; improvisation was his forte.
After all, who needs sensible strategy when you have the sheer, unadulterated force of chaos on your side?
He looked at the darkening sky and an evil smile appeared on his face.
"Qiye, you amazing and mysterious weirdo... you really played it big this time."
"But don't worry, your chaos avatar is here to take care of it. And I brought snacks."