"I still remember the first time I saw you in Danyang." Fatty Cui put a steak with one hand, took a bite hard, and said vaguely, "You stand in the mess all over the ground, and behind you is a burning room. The fire reflects the night golden. You are holding a bloody broken arm in your hand, and you are stuttering while hugging and vomiting, which makes me confused."

Ji Qianming felt embarrassed when he remembered the situation at that time.

Fatty Cui took a sip of red wine and felt a little drunk on his face. "At that time, I thought, is this young man a killer? Will he become a member of Shangxie in the future? Should I be eradicated?"

Ji Qianming didn't expect that Fatty Cui would have such psychological activities at that time, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Later, when you said the first thing, I put away this idea."

"What did I say?"

"You held the broken arm at that time and said you were afraid, and holding it would feel safe."

Ji Qianming's eyebrows slightly raised, "Do you believe it?"

"Believe it!" Fatty Cui grinned, "I won't believe it even if I hold a broken arm and feel safe, but I do see fear and confusion in your eyes. I have seen many young girls who suddenly have the ability. Some of them have ambitions and want to use this power to make profits for themselves, while others are frightened and think that they have had some strange disease. But the confusion in your eyes is more about the world and their future."

"You are like a pure handkerchief. If you put you in a black dye vat, you will be dyed black. If you put you in a white dye vat, you will become white. What kind of person will you become in the future and what kind of things you will do with this power is related to the environment around you, so I decided to bring you back to Gou Chen because I believe that Gou Chen's white dye vat will cultivate you into a good person and a responsible and responsible warrior."

Ji Qianming looked at Fatty Cui in a daze. He didn't expect that Fat Choi, who was careless on weekdays, would have such a side. At this moment, he seemed to understand why the principal chose him as the director of the teaching.

Fatty Cui couldn't stop talking when he opened the box and sipped the wine hard. He felt like he drank the elegant red wine.

"I have been a teacher for so many years and a director for so many years. I have led students after class and witnessed their growth with my own eyes. From the beginning, I came to Gou Chen with full enthusiasm, and studied hard to protect the world as my mission, and worked hard to become stronger, and then became a strong man who was the only one."

"I still remember them standing in front of me with a smile, telling me what kind of conspiracy this mission broke through the divine realm, and killed many practitioners who endangered society. I confidently told me that they did not let my teachings down... I watched them die one by one, turning into a cold monument and standing on the top of Gouchen Mountain. Do you know what this feels like!?"

Fatty Cui held the fork in his hand tightly, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and two lines of hot tears fell down his cheeks.

Ji Qianming remained silent, and a sad feeling permeated his heart. For Fatty Cui, who values ​​love and friendship, for students who are like their own children, watching their students continue to wither, it is the cruelest punishment in the world. How many students have Fat Choi brought over the years? How many are there still alive? Ji Qianming can't imagine what kind of pain Cui endured by himself and how he persisted until now.

Fatty Cui drank the red wine in the glass, as if he had used all his strength and said softly: "I am old and my heart is even more fragile. I can no longer bear the tragic death of my beloved student in front of me. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the last one I have brought. I might find a wife who loves me and give birth to a child, so that he can stay away from the war between Gou Chen and the God Realm, and reproduce the bloodline of my Cui family."

"Are you going to retire?" Ji Qianming said in surprise.

"This is not retirement. Since you have chosen this path, how can you retire? Death in the battlefield is our best destiny. You must not die in a cowardly bed. If you want to die, you must be buried with a few scum from the divine world! You must know that each leaf pattern will only return to the world tree after the host dies, waiting for the day when it comes to the world again. If you really retire, wouldn't my leaf pattern be wasted decades of time?"

"I just want to leave a bloodline. I may not be able to watch him grow up, but on the day I die in battle, at least I will not leave any regrets."

Ji Qianming was shocked all over, and a sense of sadness arose. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

He just silently picked up the wine glass, touched Fatty Cui for a moment, and drank the red wine in the glass. He didn't plan to drink tonight, but after listening to Fatty Cui for a while, he changed his mind.

"Teacher, don't be so pessimistic. Maybe our class can create miracles and completely solve the problem of invasion of the divine realm? Then you will be able to reunite with your family and enjoy your old age." Ji Qianming comforted.

Fatty Cui laughed, "All the little kids in this class are not simple, maybe they can really do it. I look forward to seeing you shine brightly and become the brightness of this cruel world."

The night was getting darker, and it was already midnight when Fatty Cui and Ji Qianming came out of the Western Restaurant. They drank for several hours without realizing it. Because they were worried about being injured and drunk, Fat Cui returned alone. Ji Qianming sent him all the way back to his room and then back to his ward.

Overall, I drank very happily tonight, but Ji Qianming just felt that there was something I hadn't done yet and couldn't remember it for a while.

The moment he opened the door, he knew what the problem was.

Duanmu Qingyu was lying on the bed, staring at Ji Qianming with green eyes, as if she wanted to swallow Ji Qianming alive.

"What time is it?"

“…half eleven.”

"Where is supper?"

"Dinner... supper..." Ji Qianming hesitated for a long time, and cold sweat broke out. Damn it! Why did he forget this!

Duanmu Qingyu didn't say anything, just stared at Ji Qianming silently. An invisible pressure enveloped Ji Qianming's head, making him breathless.

"Super said it will arrive soon, I'll pick him up at the door." Ji Qianming couldn't hold on, so he ran out of the room in a hurry and rushed towards the previous Western restaurant.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Western Restaurant, he found that they had closed. Ji Qianming's face suddenly became ugly. If he just went back like this, Duanmu Qingyu might strangle him to death in the middle of the night, or he might starve to death in the middle of the night... What should I do?
Chapter completed!