Han Shi is the sharpest knife of the resistance army. No one knows his whereabouts, and no one asks about his happy and angry past. Everyone only listens to the legendary stories of defeating the enemy with a single sword, and either respects or fears him.
He didn't care about this and was bent on revenge. He walked alone from the bloody ruins and destroyed the next stronghold alone.
Everyone said, "You lived that nightmare."
"What a terrifying monster that is, no one knows it better than you."
"Kill him!"
Of course, Han Shi thought indifferently.
——A lot of blood debt and being cut into pieces by a thousand swords are not enough to appease the anger.
Later, when he finally put the knife on the culprit's neck, his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, but he suddenly found that he couldn't do it.
The man's eyes were confused and confused in the dark mud, and he was as beautiful as a spotless and pure elf.
"You smell so good..."
The elf's expression was one of fascination and longing.
Without hesitation.
Hanshi threw the knife and leaned over, picked up the person and took him home.
As for... Revenge?
What is that, is there a cute little guy?
Han Shi, who is obsessed with sucking monsters, said this.
*It's very slow, the whole article is nonsense, it's a sweet article
Intention: Survival is a lonely struggle.