Black Dog was exasperated by him. That Black Eagle was truly bizarre; the other party wasn’t a snake, wolf, tiger, or leopard, so could they even eat you?
Just look at your attitude, avoiding others as if you can’t get away fast enough, and acting like a pitiful victim, afraid of being dragged out and given a thorough beating?
My brother, with the skills you’ve honed these past few months, let alone ordinary people outside, even in the black market, in the Assassin Alliance, your skills would be considered top-notch!
Shen Qiuyang looked puzzledly at Black Dog, "The same?"
That tall man, he’s so tight-lipped, she expressed that she found it somewhat difficult to understand him.
This ’the same’, does it mean that he wants the mask to be made a bit smaller just like Black Dog requested, or does he want a brand-new mask forged exactly like the previous one?
Black Dog was somewhat at a loss for words, "Ahem, please wait a moment!"
Afterward, Black Dog rushed toward the old locust tree and pulled the cat-like Black Eagle out from behind.
"Can’t we just talk normally?" Really, just a few more words, just that, and it truly won’t kill anyone!
Black Eagle gave him a gloomy glance and then awkwardly shook him off. "Hands off!"
Well, it seems he’s angry, not fond of Black Dog’s casual manhandling.
Escorting Black Eagle toward Shen Qiuyang, he was so angry he felt a twinge in his liver.
"After this mask is forged, it’ll be worn on your face. As long as it’s not damaged, you’ll be wearing it forever, so please, Black Eagle brother, hurry up, be quick about it, and stop playing mute, okay?"
Black Eagle looked at him quizzically, as if to ask whether he wasn’t mute and wasn’t pretending to be one; hadn’t he just spoken?
However, when he looked at Shen Qiuyang, he became somewhat absent-minded again.
Previously, the distance was too great, and he hadn’t paid much attention. But now, being pushed by Black Dog to face Shen Qiuyang, he smelled a faint scent of herbal medicine.
He was not knowledgeable about medicine and didn’t know what herb it was, but the green, slightly bitter scent reminded him of those long nights when a young woman would sweetly and softly sort drying herbs in a dustpan in the courtyard at home...
His eyes suddenly reddened, and then he embarrassingly lowered his head.
He really missed her!
He missed her so much, so very much!
Where on earth was she?
Suddenly turning around, he pushed away Black Dog and staggered off into the distance, as if struck by a heart-wrenching pain.
Black Dog stood there, dazed, wondering what was wrong with him.
He had to admit, understanding Black Eagle’s personality was really not easy.
His emotions were a guesswork—he was too good at hiding them, too capable of concealing his feelings. And this didn’t mean he was shrewd or calculating; it was simply that his innate nature was a form of natural camouflage.
Black Dog was a bit worried about Black Eagle. He thought that Black Eagle, for all his height and size, was really just a simpleton. So he had Shen Qiuyang take a ruler to measure his face and then he recounted the dimensions of the mask Black Eagle had worn before from memory, before hurrying off to find him.
Black Dog found Black Eagle by the river, a man who was punching a tree trunk, his hands injured, blood flowing ceaselessly.
He was repressed, he was enduring, but if it weren’t for his nature, perhaps he would have already roared out loud.
The frustration inside him was too intense, truly unbearable!
Why did she have to leave, why did she depart without saying goodbye? Why did she... not want him!?
Even though there were six of them at home, brothers from the same branch, the feeling was still distinctly different!