Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 489: The Heroic Spirit Returns to the Mortal World in Exchange for Life, Where Does the Swor

Zuo Qing'er cleared her throat and imitated Ye Fan'er's tone.

With a hint of playfulness and domineering, he said: "Ping'er, this matter of exchanging lives was decided by me, Ye Fan'er, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Don't blame yourself like you owe me millions. I'm happy to do this, sis. Do you understand?"

"You should let yourself go now and do whatever you want. Don't let my 'sacrifice' go to waste. Go have fun. The whole world is yours!"

After hearing this, Zhou Ping'er felt as if struck by lightning. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had been hit by an electric current, and she froze in place.

His eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it impossible for him to make any sound.

This familiar tone, this uninhibited manner, is undoubtedly Ye Faner!

He knew that some unknown secret must have happened.

He originally thought that Ye Fan'er chose to sacrifice herself for the sake of justice and the people, in exchange for his life of peace.

But now, Zuo Qing'er's words made him instantly confused.

He always thought that he was the one who owed the debt, but he didn't expect that in the end, Ye Faner would take on everything.

This friendship was so heavy that it suffocated him.

After Zuo Qing'er finished speaking, she stopped talking, picked up her chopsticks and started eating in silence.

She ate slowly and quietly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

After a while, she finished the food in the bowl and put down her chopsticks.

He took out a few silver coins from his pocket, put them on the table, then stood up and walked out of the store without looking back.

Zhou Ping'er looked at the empty plates and bowls on the table with a blank look in her eyes, and she looked a little lost.

Shock, discomfort, guilt, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, churning in his chest, almost suffocating him.

He felt like his soul was about to fly out of his body and drift towards the unknown distance.

Suddenly, a strong aroma of food wafted into his nose, pulling him back from his trance.

He looked up blankly and saw his third uncle coming over with a plate of steaming food.

"Third... Third uncle..." His tone was a little confused, as if he was still in a dream.

The third uncle calmly placed the dishes on the table and sat down steadily.

She picked up the teacup and blew gently, causing ripples in the turbid tea, just like Zhou Ping'er's confused heart at the moment.

He handed the chopsticks to Zhou Ping'er, his tone as calm as an old popsicle in the dog days of summer, chilling him to the bone: "Ping'er, eat something and don't think too much. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

Zhou Ping'er took the chopsticks and looked at the dish in front of her.

The steaming hot braised pork is shiny, fat but not greasy, and exudes an enticing aroma; the juicy green vegetables are crisp and refreshing, as if they can wash away the dust in the soul.

These are the most familiar flavors in his memory, the flavors of eating at his third uncle's house when he was a child.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to his carefree childhood, and all his worries and stress disappeared without a trace.

He nodded and started eating, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions into the food.

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch the food from you." The third uncle looked at him kindly, his eyes full of love.

Zhou Ping'er's mouth was full of food, and she responded vaguely: "Hmm..."

He ate in big mouthfuls, as if he wanted to swallow all the grievances and unwillingness into his stomach.

My third uncle took a sip of tea and asked slowly, "Are you tired...out there?"

"Tired." Zhou Ping'er put down her chopsticks, sighed deeply, her eyes full of fatigue.

He felt like a machine that was constantly running, fighting and running around, exhausted both physically and mentally.

He once thought that by becoming a sword master, he could protect everything and have everything he wanted.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow, making him realize that some things cannot be obtained even if one tries one's best.

"Then take a good rest. This will always be your home." The third uncle patted his shoulder, his tone full of comfort.

Zhou Ping'er nodded, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in her mouth, and savored the familiar taste.

Suddenly, his third uncle's words made him pause in picking up the food...

"Ping'er, are you...still planning to go back?"

Zhou Ping'er paused as he was picking up the dish. The grease from the braised pork stained his fingertips, making them shiny, but it did not arouse his appetite at all.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head like a rattle, "I... I don't know."

The voice was low, like gravel stuck in the throat, rough and dry.

My third uncle sighed, put down his teacup, and his eyes showed understanding and heartache.

"Child, you have been so tired these years." He stretched out his calloused hand and gently patted Zhou Ping'er's shoulder, as if soothing his tired soul.

"This world of God-Slaying is filled with intrigue, deception, fighting, and killing. When will it end?"

He paused, his eyes gleaming with longing.

"Let me tell you, I've been thinking about selling this little restaurant lately. I think I can get a good price for it."

"When the time comes, we'll buy two small houses, one for the two of us to live in, and one... for you to get married!"

The third uncle became more and more excited as he spoke, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, as if he had already seen a happy scene in the future.

"By then, you won't have to fight anymore. You can marry a virtuous wife, have a big fat boy, and live a life with your wife and children in a warm bed. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

As Zhou Ping'er listened to her third uncle's description, her originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He imagined the scene: warm sunshine shone in the courtyard, children played and played in the yard, his wife was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food filled the whole house...

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and deep in his heart, a warm current slowly flowed.

He picked up a piece of vegetable, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and felt the crisp and refreshing taste.

Yes, such a life is so wonderful...

He couldn't help but start to yearn for it.

"When the time comes, you must be filial to me and give me a big fat grandson for me to hug..." The third uncle was still talking endlessly about the beautiful blueprint for the future, but Zhou Ping'er suddenly put down her chopsticks.

"Third uncle," he raised his head and said seriously, "I think..."

"I think……"

Zhou Ping'er had just begun when she was interrupted by her third uncle.

"Kid, I know you're still confused. It's human nature! When I was young, I was just like you. I didn't know what I wanted, and I was always running around like a headless chicken."

My third uncle picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"What I said to you was just something I thought about and to satisfy my curiosity. You've grown up now, and you have to walk your own path."

Zhou Ping'er listened silently, subconsciously picking up the food with her hands but forgetting to put it into her mouth.

The words of his third uncle were like a stream of clear water, slowly flowing into his dry heart and nourishing his confused soul.

He ate the food in the bowl in big mouthfuls, as if he wanted to swallow all the stress and confusion into his stomach.

After finishing the last bite of rice, Zhou Ping'er put down her chopsticks, her eyes slightly moist.

He looked up at the sky outside the door. There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. They looked so real and soft that people couldn't help but want to reach out and grab them.

A complex look flashed in his eyes, showing confusion, reluctance, and determination.

Past scenes flashed through his mind like movie clips: the excitement of holding a sword for the first time, the fear of slaying a demon for the first time, the boiling blood of fighting alongside his comrades, Ye Faner's resolute back...

Scene after scene, incident after incident, intertwined together, like a huge whirlpool, surrounding him tightly.

His eyes gradually brightened, with a determined light flashing in them.

He realized that everything he had was for the purpose of killing gods!

He cannot escape or retreat, he must take responsibility and keep going!

"Third uncle," he took a deep breath, his eyes firm, "I..."