The heat of the coffee wafts from the cup, spreads in front of the eyes of the rest of his life, and finally disappears, leaving only the aroma that lingers for a long time.

The rest of his life lay on the bar, holding the cup in one hand, feeling the temperature slip away from the palm of his hand.

He had been doing nothing like this for a while, and two months had passed since the Fang Zhuge incident, and the wanderer had never received any information about outsiders, and everyone was like a novel that had suddenly stopped updating, stuck somewhere in his life, and there was no chance to take another step forward.

Without the "outsiders", the lives of the wanderers return to dullness, or what can be called tedium.

On the second weekend after everyone returned to the store, the long-disappeared store manager finally returned, he didn't explain anything, just found the blacksmith, and pulled him upstairs with a complicated expression, "I have something to discuss with you." ”

The store manager didn't know what to say to the blacksmith upstairs, and after going downstairs, he continued his usual style of shaking his hands and being in charge of the shopkeeper, leaving the store completely over to Yu Sheng and Ding Qing to take care of, leaving a sentence to go out and have something to do, and he never appeared in the café again for a period of time.

Ding Qing had long been accustomed to the casual behavior of the store manager, and she silently cleaned the café and greeted the guests, not caring if they were actually coming for coffee or just trying to talk to her.

Tang Tang and left and right have been in the store, especially left and right. In the past few months, the young man has hardly returned home, but has the cheekiness to ask for a room on the second floor, and every day in addition to sleeping, he is in a daze with a cup of coffee in the store.

One day, Yu Sheng finally asked him curiously, "What are you doing?"

It took a long time before he slowly replied, "I'm looking for feelings." ”

For the rest of his life, there was only a question mark left on his face, "You want to ...... Do you make art?"

He snorted left and right, rolled his eyes, and disdained to answer.

It wasn't until the next day that Yu Sheng got an answer from Tang Tang.

"That guy," Tang Tang smiled, his expression a little more serious in addition to the usual ridicule of the left and right, "He wants to be stronger." ”

Yu Sheng thought about it for a while, and suddenly sighed.

In the battle in the seventh district, the left and right were controlled after only two rounds, and until the battle was completely over, there was no longer the strength to fight again, and it was all protected by Tang Tang.

Becoming a drag on everyone is something that is absolutely not allowed on the strong left and right, and the blacksmith's ability to reach a higher level in the battle with Lu Zhong is even more deeply stimulating.

Left and right are looking for feelings, looking for the line that makes them go further.

To be sure, the left and right abilities are among the best of all the gods, not only because of his great abilities, but also because of the rare comprehensiveness of his abilities.

Compared with others, the ability of the left and right is both offensive and defensive, and there are almost no obvious shortcomings, which the left and right have always been proud of. But in the battle in the seventh district, almost the left and right sides were controlled, and if it weren't for Tang Tang's protection, the left and right would have either become corpses by now, or lie in the laboratory of the Near-God Army as the best guinea pig.

Even if the blacksmith later deduced that the man on the other side was a puppeteer who had been hiding in the depths of the Near-God Army, the battle would still be a shame for the left and right.

Of course, what he didn't know was that at this moment, the puppeteer had the same idea.

The two rivals, who think highly of themselves, are strikingly consistent on this point.

On the surface, he didn't show any attitude, but deep down he was very touched, and he didn't show it to anyone, just trying to find a way to make himself stronger.

Yu Sheng understands what he thinks left and right, and he can also understand his feelings. Unlike breathing and walking, the ability of the Divine One is more of a fusion of skill and feeling than an instinct. The use of power by a god is like a person riding a bicycle or painting a painting.

Once you learn to ride, you'll never forget it, but if you want to do all kinds of amazing moves like a professional rider, you can't just do it with a word.

It's easy to draw, and any child can sketch colorful lines at will, but to complete a masterpiece, it takes more than just skillful skills and precious inspiration.

That's why in the world of the gods, spiritual power is so important.

Yu Sheng looked up, his gaze across the floor, and landed on the blacksmith.

As the only person other than the blacksmith who really knew what was going on at that time, he was perhaps the only one who could best understand the blacksmith's mood at this time.

The battle in Sector 7 had ended two months ago, and neither the Wanderer nor the Near-God Army had won or been defeated, neither had gotten what they had envisioned, but neither had allowed the other to get it.

It is reassuring that the wanderers may have had moments of danger in the battle, and there may have been moments of despair, but they still returned to the coffee shop intact, occasionally complaining about the unpalatable takeout.

But for the blacksmith, the end result has become meaningless, and he cares not only about the result, but also about the process.

The despair of that moment still haunted him.

During the days of returning from the 7th arrondissement, the blacksmith often woke up from his dreams in the middle of the night to find himself curled up at the foot of his bed, drenched in sweat.

In the blacksmith's dream, it was he who died directly underground, sometimes he and Tang Tang were killed on the spot, and sometimes two people were captured alive in the laboratory deep in the desert of the seventh district of the Near God Army, and they would be disemboweled at any time.

There are also some pictures that the blacksmith does not dare to recall, the nightmare he has pressed in his heart for more than ten years, because of this near-death experience, he was turned out of his mind again, and the death of his wife and daughter appeared again and again in his dreams, making him almost to the point of not daring to sleep.

The blacksmith hadn't been out of his little detective office for days, and even for dinner, he had only people leave takeouts outside the door. The blacksmith smoked cigarette after cigarette, but refused to open the window, as if he would break the small safe world he had created with great difficulty.

The last time I felt this way was ten years ago, when the Child of Light first appeared.

On that day, the blacksmith saw with his own eyes that the wanderer, who was originally several times more powerful than he was now, and who numbered more than twenty gods, was killed by the man who was in absolute light almost instantly. Some of the remaining people are blind, some are crazy, and some are like him, completely frightened, and some are still hiding in the Three Chaos City and dare not show up.

Fortunately, the Son of Light only appeared in front of people once, and what he heard later was the news that he had been assigned by General Luo to protect the imperial capital.

The most powerful weapon of the Near-God Army was shelved by the Near-God Army itself.

In the subsequent discussion, the blacksmith and the store manager gradually understood General Luo's choice.

Losing the Wanderer, the enemy's near-god army, where would there still be a foothold in the empire, how could the new emperor allow General Luo to hold the military power in one hand and the power beyond the world in the other.

And General Luo's transfer of the Son of Light into the imperial capital is not only a show of goodwill to the new emperor, but also a show of strength, and it is also a deterrent to the wanderers who have assassinated the old emperor three times.

After so many years, the blacksmith slowly walked out of the light cast by the Son of Light, but was buried in darkness by Lu Chong.

The blacksmith escaped death twice, his strength became stronger and stronger, but he became less and less confident in himself, if it wasn't for the desperate situation created by Lu Chong that happened to stimulate his ability, he could sit downstairs today, maybe only the rest of his life would be left.

And the thought that he would definitely confront the Children of Light again in the future made the oppression in the blacksmith's heart even heavier, making him think the same as the left and right after fighting for many years.

Get stronger.