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Chapter 23: March of the end

The soldier at home made the best official bag. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

His bright floor shone under light.

He flashed gray-white hair, shook on the ancient oil, went to the round corridor, and reached the cellar’s castle.

He examined the year of production and looked for the sweetest smell in the dusty wine.

When he got out, he had another silver.

He spread his back straight and showed himself elegantly to the castle he knew well. Very ambiguous, the song rhythm echoed from the other side of the castle.

Melody slowly penetrates in each corner of the castle like fluvial water.

As he progressed, the song became more clear. The goddess stopped at the door of sandalwood. He retired three times and then opened the door entering the room.

In Ghana, there was a small blue sky in the French window.

When trees are decorated, the storm falls behind the window. It rained from the roof so that the rain can be watched under the light of the lamp.

While sitting on an antique sofa show, Xiu Eram silently listened to the lost rhythm in her soul and turned attention to the housewife.

“Everything is ready, Master.” The gentleman went well.

“Well, I have it.”

“Captain, do we wake him up?”

“I do not have to do that, I’m waiting for him here, you have to relax”.

“Teacher …”

“I had already thought, I let him go, this is the only way that I can compensate the mistake and repay him.

The agreement danced with sadness and long-term feelings.

The mistress could not feel a beating. What if this man leave our precious master?

He gradually returned to the door. He asked in a low tone before closing it

“Captain, do you regret it?”

Excuse me … …? Xiu Er was thundering over the sky at night and omitted the shade on the wall.

It was not pale if it was a blow to him or if the person approaching him would eventually become a shadow.

“What can I still wait for …”

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Gu Ting Yu felt he had slept for a long time.

It was the first time I slept very calmly when he left Bai Zhi Ao.

Since Bai Zhi Ao, Gu Ting Yu believed that even what happened in the future would end.

For some time, his loud, gray eyes appeared in his heart.

Gu Ting Yu felt that his body was hard.

He had feelings about this guy … it was complicated. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Perhaps his dictatorship was that his fate was like a wolf. Perhaps this was due to his difficult past, it was probably the demand of old people who finally woke up. Gu Ting Yu felt he could not hate this man.

Yet he was a stranger.

The world behind the window was sometimes black darkness like thunder and thunder. Gu Ting Yu was soon hungry, he slept and decided to look for food in the palace.

Gu Ting Yu did not know that the castle was so great that he had lost his way.

Then he started the stairs and could hear what goes out of the wall.

Gu Ting Yu in the dark corridor explored the original sound from there. And it has become clear that it is a work full of melancholy and sadness.

Then Gu Ting Yu was in front of the room. I heard the sound out of the room.

When he hesitated, he suddenly opened, either to knock the door or not.

Xiu Er stood at the entrance and put on sapphire blue clothes. He watched Gu Ting Yu quietly and ran emotions in his heart. And finally he went: “Entrance” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.[/hide]

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Chapter 23: Doomsday March

The housekeeper changed into his best formal tuxedo.

The glossy floor underneath him shined under the dim lights.

He combed his ashen white hair, lit up an antique oil lamp then headed down the winding corridors as he reached the castle’s wine cellar.

He checked the year of production as he searched for the sweetest fragrance within the dusty wine cellar.

As he walked out, he had another set of silver cutlery in his hands.

He straightened his back as he marched gracefully through the castle he knew too well. Very vaguely, a soft rhythm of tunes echoed from the other end of the castle.

The tunes slowly seeped into every corner of the castle like river water.

As he walked forward, the tunes became clearer. The housekeeper stopped in front of a sandalwood door. He gently knocked three times then pulled open the door, entering the room.

Inside the room, the giant French window displayed the faint blue night sky.

The storm raged beyond the window as the trees swayed around. The rain flowed down from the rooftop as its shadow became animated under the lamp’s light.

Xiu Er had his back facing the housekeeper as he sat on the gorgeous antique couch, listening quietly to the rhythm, lost in his thoughts.

“Everything is ready, Master.” The housekeeper went up to Xiu Er.

“Hm, got it.”

“Master, should we wake him up?”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll wait for him here, you should go rest.”

“Master…”

“I have already made up my mind; I’m letting him go. That’s the only way I can atone for my mistakes and repay him.”

The harmony danced with grief and lingering emotions.

The housekeeper couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. If that person leaves, what about our dear master?

He gradually stepped back to the door. Before he closed it, he asked softly,

“Master, won’t you regret it?”

Regrets…? Xiu Er saw the lightning strikes across the night sky, projecting his shadows onto the wall.

It didn’t matter if it was the werewolf him, or the human him, whoever got near him would eventually just be shadows.

“What can I still dare to expect….”

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Gu Ting Yu felt like he had been sleeping for a long time.

Ever since he had left Bai Zhi Ao, this was the first time he ever slept so peacefully.

Because of Bai Zhi Ao, Gu Ting Yu believed that no matter what happened in the future, he would make it through.

For a moment, a pair of sorrowful, light grey eyes appeared in his mind.

Gu Ting Yu felt his body stiffen.

The feelings he had towards that man… were complicated.

Perhaps his tyrannical behavior was due to his fate as a werewolf. Perhaps it was due to his burdened past, and maybe it was the pleas of the elderly housekeeper that eventually woke him up. Gu Ting Yu felt that he could not hate that man.

But still, he was a stranger.

The world beyond the window was pitch-black darkness along with the occasional thunder and lightning. Gu Ting Yu soon felt hungry, so he got off the bed and decided to look for some food within the castle.

Gu Ting Yu did not realize that the castle was so big that he’d lose his way.

He then descended down the staircase as he vaguely heard something echoing off the walls.

Down the dark corridors, Gu Ting Yu followed the sound to where it came from. Then it became clearer that it was a piece filled with melancholy and grief.

Moments later, Gu Ting Yu found himself in front of a room; the sound was from the inside of the room.

As he hesitated over whether to knock on the door or not, it suddenly opened by itself.

Xiu Er stood at the entrance, clad in a sapphire blue outfit. He suppressed the rush of emotion deep in his heart as he quietly observed Gu Ting Yu. Then finally, he moved aside, “Come on in.”

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