After a long time, the young man did not move, nor did he look away.
Why
There is no doubt that Falke is punishing himself, and this punishment is by no means a minor one, it is almost as cruel as suicide.
However, what kind of abilities and charm does he have that deserves Falke to use such harsh and cruel punishment on him
Is it love
Shine Angel did say that the horses had a complicated love for him, and he also regarded the magic horses as family and friends. But could love alone drive Falke to such an extreme
Or guilt
However, guilt was still untenable. After all, it was not Falke's subjective will that made him come down to fight Angra one-on-one. It was just Hell's choice, not the magic horse's fault. Even if it was wrong, it was just that the horses were a step late and failed to save his life in time.
This is like when a doctor rushes to the scene of a car accident, the injured person's condition is already beyond recovery. Can it be said that this is the doctor's sole responsibility
For a moment, Yu Mengzhou was flustered and didn't know what to do.
In the face of the heavy facts, any words are pale and futile embellishments, and can only appear thin. He couldn't think of what to say or what to do.
He pulled back in panic, but then he thought, if he couldn't even accept Falke's pain, how could he forgive him? So he calmed down and carefully checked to determine the situation of the man and the horse.
Xieshe raised his head, and suddenly reached out his hand quickly and silently, half closing the dark window.
Someone was coming, and he signaled to Yu Mengzhou that if the door was opened too wide, the other party would find out.
Sure enough, the next second after he reached out his hand, there was a slight knock from the bedroom door.
Falke's eyes opened indifferently, like two scarlet morning stars lit up in the dark night. He straightened his huge body, accompanied by the sound of overlapping sharp blades. After a short rest, he was the emperor of the Demon Realm again. Yu Mengzhou saw that his facial features were sharp, half of which jumped in the faint candlelight, and half of which was silent in the thick darkness.
Two horses came in, one in front and one behind.
The first horse walked gracefully, quietly and accurately. His noble white hair was like the new snow covering the mountains, almost like Yu Mengzhou's innocent soul, emitting a faint glow in the room. His fur was crimson, and his eyes were also an impressive crimson. Even describing him as stunningly beautiful would be too perfunctory.
Yu Mengzhou immediately understood who he was.
Pilgrimage, the gentle magic horse of the past, who would gaze at him with sad eyes.
Compared to the pilgrim, the other centaur was a little more reckless. His iron-black fur was as shiny as satin, and his eyes radiated a vibrant, wild light. When the centaur opened his mouth, his sharp white fangs were faintly visible between his lips.
Is it Junfeng? Yu Mengzhou thought to himself, his temperament is similar, his fur color is also similar...
"Chief, you called us? I'm getting bored staying here every day!" The second horse said impulsively, "When can we start the war?"
Well, Yu Mengzhou nodded, yes, it was Junfeng.
Pilgrim smiled, but his eyes were very cold: "Have you forgotten how you were dragged back by the Iron Scepter last time? The more you lose, the more you want to fight. You are really indomitable. Only your spirit deserves praise."