Chapter 1874: The Candidate for Heart 6?

"Do you guys think..."

"Where did the King go again?"

In the dim tavern, Lan Yu lay sideways on the bar counter, shaking the glass in his hand, and asked with a heavy heart. The spherical ice cubes collided against the glass walls, making a clinking sound.

"I don't know... I feel like ever since we were on the train, the King has been acting strange." Chi Tong rested his chin on one hand, seemingly still recalling the King's silent and profound expression on the train.

Mo Lian stood behind the bar, his eyelids lowered, carefully wiping the glass in his hand:

"I also feel that the King is a bit restless."

Qing Huo thought for a moment:

"Did the King's hemorrhoids flare up?"

Smack—!!!

Lan Yu slapped the back of Qing Huo's head, almost knocking him off his chair onto the floor, and a scream immediately rang out in the empty tavern.

No one paid any attention to Qing Huo wailing on the ground, nor to the two messy plastic slippers that had fallen to the floor.

Mo Lian calmly set down the wiped glass, walked slowly out from behind the bar, placed his hands on the old wooden window, and pushed gently...

Creak—

The wooden window opened with a teeth-grinding sound, and a little bit of light finally shone into the dim tavern, which had previously only had a few lamps.

A cool breeze entered the tavern, blowing away most of their drunkenness. They looked at the rainy sky outside the window, and a flash of worry crossed their eyes.

Mo Lian stood quietly by the window, watching the fine rain streak across the street, and muttered to himself:

"Whatever the King is doing..."

"I hope everything goes smoothly."

……

"The junior nephew is back?"

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind. Mo Jiao, who was tidying up clothes in the courtyard, saw Li Laide's figure from afar and was slightly startled.

Li Laide passed in front of Mo Jiao's door, ripples appearing in his deep blue eyes:

"Yeah... where is Master?"

"He seems to have gone deep into the Ancient Repository. Do you need something from him?"

"Nothing much. Do you know when he'll be out?"

"I'm not sure about that."

Mo Jiao spread his hands helplessly. "However, it shouldn't be too long... If you have something for him, I can tell him when he gets back and have him come find you."

Li Laide was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need... I'll be staying in the Repository for the next few days. When he wants to find me, he'll come naturally."

After saying this, he walked straight toward his own room.

Mo Jiao looked at Li Laide's departing back, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Li Laide returned to the room with his name on it, closed the door gently, took off his black top hat and British-style coat, and sat down slowly at his desk, wearing a white silk shirt.

Outside the window, the snow-capped mountains stood majestically, and a gentle breeze swept across the grassland, causing waves of grass to ripple one after another.

Li Laide raised his hand and grabbed into the void, stealing a diary he had hidden there out of thin air... It was the diary he had used since he was a child. After bringing it back from his mother, he still occasionally wrote things in it over the years.

But now that he had ascended to the rank of demigod, no one in the world could touch his diary anymore.

Li Laide spread the diary open, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote gently:

"So in the previous world, I was called the 'King of Silver,' the leader of the Fire-Tamperers... and Master's mortal enemy."

"No wonder he didn't like me, and even spent all these years deliberately keeping his distance."

"But... why did he take me as his disciple then?"

"Did he want to use my ability to help him deal with the Red Star? Did he want to turn me into a disciple so that there would be one less enemy in the world and one more helper?"

"From the very beginning... was my existence just a product of his cost-benefit analysis?"

"Does he have..."

"even a shred of genuine master-disciple affection for me?"

After Li Laide finished the last line, the tip of his pen remained on the final stroke of the question mark, not moving away... The ink bled silently on the page. He took a deep breath and, unwilling to let it go, added a sentence below:

"Will I..."

"be the 【Heart 6】 he chooses?"

The pen moved away from the page.

Almost simultaneously,

a familiar aura flashed over the sky of the Ancient Theater Repository.

That aura appeared for only an instant, as if it had stepped directly out from the depths of the Repository... and then, it left the Ancient Theater Repository in a straight line.

That was Chen Ling's aura.

Feeling Chen Ling's aura flash past overhead without the slightest pause, Li Laide's hands clenched slightly.

……

Aurora Domain.

Frost Avenue.

The night was deep, and the residences on both sides of the street were basically dark, with only one small house still keeping an orange light in the rainy night.

"A-Yan, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

"Brother, I'm practicing... The school is having a party this weekend, and I want to try for it. Maybe I can get on stage and sing!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah, but I have to pass the teacher's test first. I thought I'd practice more tonight; maybe I'll have a chance."

"If you perform at the party, can I go see it?"

"Of course, leave it to me."

"Haha, is our A-Yan finally going to get on stage and sing?"

"You go to sleep first, Brother. I'll go to sleep after I finish practicing. Don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"Alright, then get some rest early."

"Mm."

The sound of a door closing rang out.

A moment later, a soft and melodious theatrical tune continued to echo in the rainy night.

The boy's voice was clear and limpid, chewing over the most difficult sentences again and again until the entire script was memorized by heart. By this time, the night was deep, and the entire Frost Avenue was silent.

Snap.

The last light on the street was turned off by the boy.

Chen Yan walked back to the bedroom, rubbed his frozen red hands, held his palms against the radiator for a good while, then gently took off his theatrical robe and climbed into the quilt.

Tick—tock...

Rainwater hit the window, and soon frost bloomed in the low temperature.

Perhaps too exhausted from practicing, the boy turned over and drifted into dreamland listening to the sound of the rain...

No one noticed that above the dark rain clouds, a cinnabar-like Divine-Dao star lit up silently, and the favor from the Theater God-Dao turned into a ribbon-like halo, slowly drifting toward Frost Avenue.

The sleeping boy did not notice that the cinnabar ribbon outside the window had already dyed the entire room red.

Just as the ribbon was about to pierce through the window and land on the boy, a theatrical robe sleeve reached out from the rainy night like a phantom...

"Cut."

In an instant, that Divine-Dao ribbon was erased by some force and vanished directly into the void.

"These brothers have already used their lives to protect humanity, walking through three worlds... The burden on them is too heavy. At least in this lifetime, let them live a happy and stable life like ordinary people."

Under the cinnabar-like Divine-Dao star, a figure in a theatrical robe spoke calmly.

The aura of world-ending calamity burned like a torch.

"Do not come to disturb them again..."

"Otherwise, I will smash your Dao foundation."

The cinnabar-like Divine-Dao star gradually disappeared into the sky.

Chen Ling lowered his head, took a deep look at the brothers sleeping in the rainy night, and in the next second, his figure vanished without a trace.