"Such a good-looking man, it's actually a boy..."Driss took a deep breath, although he was quite handsome, but the years of wandering and running made him look unkempt, almost like a beggar. In terms of temperament, it is far less elegant and calm than Hanzo.

"You guess you're tired, let's get some sleep first." Hanzo made the bed for Dris, who bandaged Dris's wounds with a clean linen tape and placed his burlap robe stained with blood and mud beside him. A pair of hands holding knives, and housework is not inferior to women.

Driss lay on the bed, and the softness beneath him gave him a long sigh of relief. Maybe he was too tired, he had been running for his life, he was too tired and tired. As soon as his head touched the pillow, Dris's even, thin snoring flew into Hanzo's ears. Hanzo shook his head helplessly, he still had to wash the clothes that Driss had changed, prepare some meals for him, and by the way... Find out something.

Hanzo walked out of the room, and he put his slender fingers in his mouth and let out a long whistle. There was a loud whistling in the distance, and the pure white Gen Wing Bird flew extremely lightly in the sunlight, from far to near, and gently landed on Hanzo's thin forearm.

"Help me look up this person, within twelve hours, the more detailed the better. Go ahead! ”

Hanzo whispered to Genji in a gentle tone. He raised his arms and released the Bird into the crystal blue sky. He watched the snow-white bird disappear into the sky, and only after a while did he turn around and sigh softly.

"Astrology... Is it going to come true after all? ”

Soaking his dirty linen coat in the clear water, Hanzo lowered his head and looked at his own mirror image in the stream, his eyes becoming more and more blurry. What he saw was a little boy with a draped hair, with a beautiful face, innocent but lonely. The little boy turned into a teenager, with tights and a mask covering his face, and there were blood stains left after the killing. Then, the mask became a prosperous beauty, and the green hair also became Hao's hair.

As if sensing his wandering, Hanzo shook his head, and he stepped into the crystal clear stream, letting the clear stream wash away his melancholy and sorrow. He closed his eyes, letting his white hair drift in the water like a white mist.

In the water, Hanzo's breathing grew longer. The soft and bright morning sun fell in large areas, warm and comfortable.

I really want to go to sleep like this...

But Hanzo didn't dare to sleep. If he sleeps, the sweetness and despair will come to mind, and he will wake up crying silently. He is a powerful Hanzo, a swordsman, a glorious, and indifferent. He must not show weakness to anyone, his self-esteem does not allow it.

"Sister, mother, Lois, I miss you..."Hanzo muttered, opening his emerald green eyes with tears hidden in them. He sat up and continued his work of washing his clothes.

Dris's dirty and unsightly clothes, on his slender and delicate hands, which seemed to be only suitable for stroking the piano and painting, were little by little. Blood, oil, and dirt all faded away from his busyness, revealing the brown of the cloth itself.

After washing Dris's clothes, Hanzo pulled out a fishing rod from his side. He expertly tied the line, hung the bait, and let the hook sink to the bottom.

Suddenly, a question burrowed into Hanzo's mind and made him stunned. The float sank, and Hanzo didn't notice. He pondered the question with all his might.

To himself, Driss is nothing more than a stranger.

For the sake of a stranger whom he had never known before, he killed the killers of the huge power, made his bed, washed his wounds, and washed his clothes.

Why?

Myself... There should be no reason to be so good to him, and it can even be said that he is meticulous.

But why, he always felt that this stranger had a strange sense of intimacy? It's like the subtle bond between blood relatives, the desire to protect, the desire to take care of.

Hanzo was a little confused. He caught the fish in a trance, thinking quietly.

Recalling Dris's appearance, Hanzo suddenly felt that there was something about him that looked a little like himself. But those characteristics are vague and not crucial, and it would be wishful thinking to speculate on anything based on these alone.

"Driss, who the hell are you..."

After returning from washing, Hanzo gently cuts the fish he has caught, slices it into simple slices and prepares it to be made. He hurried to dry the half-dried clothes, and he also needed to cut some firewood himself.

Before heading out, Hanzo glanced at Dris. In his sleep, he didn't look cheerful and optimistic at all, but frowned, and his teeth were clenched, as if he was going to fight with someone.

Tucked the quilt for him, Hanzo picked up the firewood knife, carried the bamboo basket, and walked towards the dense woods on the mountainside. Hopefully, the answer to the question can be found sooner rather than later, or... It's okay not to know at all. Hanzo thought so, and his pace quickened a little.

"Where is this? Where am I..."

Driss wandered in the darkness. He couldn't see anything around him, he was alone in this black silent wasteland, answering his questions in deathly silence.

What the hell is wrong... Am I not sleeping? How did you get here?! This is where it is! Driss cried out in his heart. He tried to move forward, but was surprised to find that he couldn't move.

It's like every muscle in the body is bound, every cell is fixed in place, and it is suffocating. It was as if something was always watching him in the darkness, making him feel almost mad fear.

I'm going out... I don't want to stay here... I don't want it!!

Driss roared like crazy, but he didn't make any sound at all. The vocal cords are as heavy as soaking in mud and lose the ability to vibrate.

"Boom..."

The blinding flames nearly blinded Driss. The scorching heat surged, touching Dris's skin, making a "sizzle" burning sound that sounded terrifying. Although Driss is a fire-friendly source force master and has a natural ability to control flames, such a terrifying Burning Sky Flame is naturally not something that his current fragile body can resist.

However, this place is familiar. Driss resisted the stinging pain in his eyes as the sweat trickled down his eyes, and surveyed his surroundings.

The stone walls were charred black, and the charred corpses lay on the ground one by one, hanging on the walls. The dried blood leaves a dark red mark, and the undried blood pools into puddles, giving off a fishy, sweet, thick smell of blood. A tattered gilded banner with a golden lion floated down from the city wall and was incinerated to ashes before it hit the ground.

Dris's face instantly turned to ashes. He knew what this place was.