Luo Chen's movements became sluggish and heavy. He slowly withdrew the Longsword in his hand, and the coldness lingering at the tip seemed to dissipate at that moment. On his face, an involuntary complex expression emerged, and in his deep eyes, a gleam of contemplation and struggle flickered. He stopped, not entirely because of the tear that slipped from the corner of Lei Sangou's eye, but more for the inexplicable unwillingness to harm this notorious Demon Lord of Chaos, who suddenly revealed such profound fatherly love.

In Luo Chen's ears, Lei Sangou's voice gradually subsided, and the plea of "don't" seemed to come from deep within his soul, exuding endless desolation and helplessness. The tear at the corner of his eye finally broke free from its restraints, quietly slipping over the face covered by a full beard, disappearing into the dense whiskers. This scene was unprecedentedly shocking to Luo Chen, a profound touch deep within his heart.

Luo Chen said nothing more, silently turning to walk towards the door. Each step seemed to become extraordinarily heavy. However, just as he was about to step through the dilapidated door, Lei Sangou's voice suddenly came from behind him, filled with an indescribable sorrow and melancholy: "If you don't kill me, you won't get out. Also, thank you for not killing me earlier."

Luo Chen's figure paused slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look again at Lei Sangou. At this moment, Lei Sangou was no longer the terrifying bully but seemed like an abandoned loner, lying on the floor, filled with loneliness and sorrow. The slightly red fire danced across his rugged face, casting mottled and deep shadows, emanating a strange aura of desolation.

"What's wrong with you?" Luo Chen lowered his voice unconsciously, seemingly trying to use this gentle approach to touch the most tender and painful part of Lei Sangou's heart.

Lei Sangou did not answer immediately. He just lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly ahead. After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and low: "Do you know? I once had a warm home and a lovely son. But it was all destroyed by those damned people. They pursued me at all costs for their so-called interests and didn't even spare my family. I fought desperately to protect them, but in the end, I still lost them."

At this point, Lei Sangou's eyes moistened once again. He closed his eyes tightly, seemingly trying hard to suppress the grief in his heart. Luo Chen stood silently by his side, not interrupting, just quietly listening to this tragic past.

"Since then, I vowed to make those people pay the price. I became the demon in their eyes, constantly plundering and killing, just to find the real culprits. But as time went on, I gradually lost myself, turning into what I am now." Lei Sangou's tone was full of self-mockery and regret.

Luo Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to Lei Sangou's side, squatting down to look him in the eye. A resolute light flickered in his eyes: "Although your past is full of pain and hatred, please believe there are still things worth cherishing and protecting in this world. Don't let hatred blind your eyes; don't let pain be the stumbling block in your path. Let go of the past and start again."

Lei Sangou stared blankly at Luo Chen, seemingly moved by his words. He was silent for a long time, then slowly nodded: "Perhaps you're right. It's time to let go of the past and start a new life." His tone carried an inexplicable firmness and relief. As if at this moment, he finally found the long-lost self and the courage to start anew.

"I always thought that dream would fade, but unexpectedly, it still clings to me like a shadow, leaving me no day to sleep peacefully..." Lei Sangou's voice was low and filled with sorrow; every word seemed to carry a heavy past.

Luo Chen, who had been standing in the far corner of the room, was involuntarily drawn by Lei Sangou's words and slowly walked over. He sat cross-legged in front of Lei Sangou, gazing into the other's eyes, trying to read the hidden emotions within this usually rugged and unyielding man.

Perhaps Luo Chen never thought that someone like Lei Sangou, who in others' eyes was cold-hearted, would reveal such a vulnerable side. Or maybe he was moved by the deep sorrow revealed in Lei Sangou's words, unable to help but want to understand more.

"Was something wrong with your son?" Luo Chen asked softly, his tone full of concern, "Can you tell me about it?"

Lei Sangou lifted his head, meeting Luo Chen's gaze. At this moment, there was a hint of cloudy weariness in his eyes, the marks left by time and experience. He smiled bitterly, curving his lips in a wry arc, "Isn't it ironic that I, Lei Sangou, who has killed countless people, would complain to a complete stranger today..."

He paused, his eyes gazing into the distance as if recalling those unbearable past events. After a while, he sighed lightly and shook his head, "Fine, since you want to listen, I'll tell you."

Lei Sangou's voice gradually fell, starting to narrate the story about his son. His account was full of emotions, with every detail seemingly etched in his heart, still vividly clear after so many years. Luo Chen listened quietly, his heart surging along with Lei Sangou's recounting.

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