Demon King's Repayment - chapter 227

 Meng Zhang’s hurried footsteps stopped, she gasped and stopped.

 In front of her was a gray-haired man with his back to her.

The scrawny old man was holding a hoe, bent slightly, and focused on the small blank piece of land in front of him repeatedly.

There was clearly nothing on the land. Instead, he squatted down, the corners of his wrinkled eyes full of smiles as he rubbed the soil on the ground with his fingers.

“Why hasn’t it bloomed yet? I really hope that I can soon bloom purple flowers for Ah Zhang to see.”

In front of him, a pair of beautiful golden boots appeared.

The old man raised his head.

A young girl was standing in front of him gracefully.

The girl’s body was covered with a faint light, full of vigor and vitality, which was incompatible with such a lifeless place.

The old man’s blank eyes passed over her, and he stretched out his hand to pick up the soil in the field,

“Grow flowers, let’s plant some vegetables, both children like to eat them,” he did not recognize the person who was standing in front of him.

 Meng Zhang looked at the face that looked familiar but completely different.

That face was full of wrinkles, and he was old.

Ah Shi used to be a handsome man.

Her hard heart was stinged by the indifference of time.

Now Ah Shi was in a daze, separated from her. He could no longer hug her with a smile, and he couldn’t even recognize who she was.

The voice of the golden bell rang in the thick fog, and Shi Huaiting’s eyes began to gradually become clearer.

He seemed to have had a long and murky dream. When he woke up from the dream, the person who had lived in his heart all his life, appeared in front of him.

“Ah Shi, I’m here to see you,” the girl looked at him calmly and greeted him like she used to.

The soil in his hands fell to the ground. Shi Huaiting’s lips trembled, he suddenly turned his back to Meng Zhang.

“What’s wrong with you? Ah Shi, turn around and let me take a good look at you,” Meng Zhang asked in confusion.

“No… I’m already old,” came the husky voice of the old man with a hunched back, “I’m too old, Ah Zhang, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

What kind of men did Ah Zhang like? No one knew better than Shi Huaiting.

He was a relatively pure human in the family. Since he became an adult, the people in the family had been forcing him, hoping that he could become the pet of a certain demon, so as to bring a steady stream of wealth and rewards to the family.

That day, Shi Huaiting, who was depressed, slipped out of Chishi Town and got into the White Penny Forest with snow-white branches.

“I’d rather be poor than be a demon’s pet. I don’t want to die like those people in the town who gave up their dignity to please a demon for a living. Those people even brought back descendants mixed with the blood of the demon, which led to the death of our human race. Human blood is getting thinner and thinner,” the young Shi Huaiting thought silently as he walked through the woods.

At that moment, a beautiful face hung down from the branches of the bright white poles, “Ah, what a beautiful little man. I like you, do you want to come to my house with me?”

Later, they were together. In those days, Ah Zhang praised him for his beauty.

Ah Shi, you are so beautiful.

Ah Shi, you are so handsome.

Don’t block it, show it to me, I like you very much.

What Ah Zhang liked was his handsome face and youthful body, and Shi Huaiting knew that very well.

But what could he do? Even if he knew that the other party was just a heartless demon, he still had no choice but to fall in love with her.

Everything was of one’s own accord, wasn’t it?

He quietly curled up his wrinkled fingers, and an old and hoarse voice came out, “Ah Zhang, I’m really happy that you came to see me at the end.” After he said that, his voice became unsteady and he closed his eyes, “Please…don’t look at me now, at least let my best appearance stay in your memory. Leave, Ah Zhang.” 

There was silence around him, and Shi Huaiting opened his eyes. The face that he had dreamed about a thousand times in his dreams was standing right in front of him.

“I like the way you look now, too.” Meng Zhang looked at him carefully and smiled, “You know, I never bother to lie. Ah Shi, how can you be so good? You look so good even when you’re old.”

 “Wrinkles look good, and the gray hair doesn’t look bad. I like them all.”

“Don’t block your face, show me.”

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but unfortunately her hand went through. Passing through, it showed that there was life and death between the two.

Shi Huaiting lowered his head, Meng Zhang stood on tiptoe, and their lips touched each other.

There was no real contact, but both of them clearly felt a tingling sensation of electric shock on their lips, and the strong feeling spread all over their limbs. It was so hot that the apex of the heart was numb.

Two clear tears fell from the corners of Shi Huaiting’s eyes. Sixty years of hopeless waiting was all concentrated in this small drop. Those invisible tears penetrated Meng Zhang’s body and landed in the dust.

Meng Zhang’s fingers clenched tightly.

When Nan He said those few words to her, she couldn’t understand.