The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Is there really destiny in this world?

Zhang Yi didn't believe it at first.

But, if there is no destiny, why does the same thing happen again and again?

The pain from the depths of his memory surged forward like a tide. At that time, he watched the man falling from a high altitude, like a white bird with its wings pierced by a bullet.

When he fell to the ground, covered in blood, he still managed a defiant smile, as if this would allow him to pretend that nothing had happened.

Zhang Yi still remembers asking him why he did this and whether it was really worth it.

"Don't be so self-indulgent... I'm helping you for the Deng family... Please take good care of him for me."

He knew clearly that he was about to die, but he held on with all his might and tried to comfort others.

Zhang Yi said you are not allowed to die. You know I am a villain. If you die, I will not take responsibility.

He didn't like owing favors to others. This debt was forced upon him by Deng Shentong, and he didn't want it.

Deng Shentong smiled and said, "Don't cry after I die. There is no emotion in the transaction."

If I cry, it will be charged to me, and I don’t want to owe you anything.

But how could Zhang Yi not cry? After all, he was too greedy. After two lives, he still ended up with such an ending.

The heir of the Deng family, the captain of the God Squad, the future commander of Blizzard City, and the only Ipsilon.

Deng Shentong is standing too high.

Zhang Yi personally brought him to this position, but he also wanted to drag him into the quagmire to take a look at the joys and sorrows of the world.

But they forgot that on the high platform was a gorgeous but cold porcelain statue.

There is only one outcome of falling down, and that is to be smashed to pieces.

He can die for the Deng family, for Blizzard City, and for Zhang Yi.

But she couldn't live for Deng Shentong.

Deals, deals, and deals.

He said, my surname is Deng, and this is my destiny.

Tears blurred Zhang Yi's vision, and the expression on his face became distorted. It was hard to tell whether it was anger or grief, he was almost insane.

Entering into the game with your own body is a gamble in itself.

Deng Shentong, you win again this time.

But he couldn't afford to lose. The cruel reality was too painful and it broke his heart.

Zhang Yi held the already cold body in his arms absentmindedly, his eyes empty like a statue. He tried in vain to get Deng Shentong close to his burning heartbeat, as if that would warm up the body.

He heard the shouts and hurried footsteps of countless people, and he seemed to hear the cries of Bai Chunyu and others, but he did not react at all. He just mechanically repeated the action of wiping the blood from the face of the person in his arms.

He only knew that Deng Shentong loved cleanliness the most and couldn't be in such a mess.

But there was too much blood, and Zhang Yi's sleeves had long been soaked with blood. No matter how hard he wiped it, it couldn't be wiped clean, and instead made the face look even more miserable.

With a plop, drops of water fell on the pale cheek, mixed with blood, like a ball of red ink staining on white paper.

"Captain!!! What's wrong with you, Captain? Don't scare us!" This hoarse cry was like a sharp sword, piercing the solidified atmosphere.

The members of the God Team pushed their way through the crowd and rushed over. Since Deng Shentong disappeared, they were ordered not to reveal any information to the outside world.

Unexpectedly, when I saw Deng Shentong again, it was only a flash in the pan and we were separated forever.

Liao Honglei, a man of steel, could no longer bear the grief in his heart and fell to his knees with a thud.

Although Bai Chunyu was also filled with pain, he still tried his best to remain calm and said anxiously: "The medical staff will be here soon, maybe there is still hope..."

However, his voice became smaller and smaller, as if being gradually swallowed up by an invisible force.

Perhaps, even he himself knew that if he resisted the attack of the God of Death of Love alone, even if he was as powerful as Ipsilon, he would find it difficult to escape the fate of death.

No, not even one Ipsilon could guarantee that.

As time went by, more and more people gathered around.

They silently made way for the members of the Celestial Squad. The initial noise gradually died down, replaced by a dead silence.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the field, staring quietly at the heartbreaking scene, as if using silence to mourn the deceased Ipsilon.

The snowflakes fell heavily, as if in mourning.

The extremely cold weather made the outside environment extremely harsh, but no one present retreated or left because of the cold.

In this silence, no one dared to break the solemnity, for fear of disturbing Deng Shentong's rest.

However, at this moment, the originally crowded crowd suddenly separated from the middle, leaving a wide passage. An old man with gray hair and a haggard face walked out slowly with the help of the housekeeper.

Everyone present looked at him with pity. If there was anyone who was most qualified to cry loudly after Deng Shentong's death, it would be him.

Deng Yuanbo had no children, and his nephew Deng Shentong was the only heir to the Deng family. It was inevitable that he would be heartbroken to see his young son die.

The wrinkles on his old face seemed to have deepened, but he did not cry bitterly, perhaps because tears were the most useless thing at this moment.

Deng Yuanbo walked over to Zhang Yi and patted him on the shoulder gently. Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at him with empty eyes.

"Child, give him to me." Deng Yuanbo's voice was hoarse, revealing deep fatigue, "This is Shentong's choice."

That lifeless beautiful face gradually became similar to the stubborn boy from more than 20 years ago. He knew that Deng Shentong had chosen to resist again.

Only this time, he pointed the gun at himself.

Since I can't escape, I might as well not run away. It's better to die under the sky than to be trapped in a cage for the rest of my life.

But this way of death made it impossible to find any fault with him, and instead brought glory to the Deng family.

Only Deng Yuanbo knew that the child was taking revenge on him.

Deng Yuanbo looked at the tall, dark-haired young man again, not knowing whether he felt grief or resentment.

Magical power...how come you can't be ruthless after growing up?

He must risk his own life as well.

Zhang Yi seemed not to have heard what Deng Yuanbo said. He said nothing, his eyes still fixed on Deng Shentong's face, as if expecting a miracle to happen.

Deng Yuanbo knew his nephew very well. Although he looked gentle, his methods were crueler than anyone else, especially to himself.

If he wants to die, he must die the most thorough death.

With a crisp sound of "ding-dong", a golden brooch fell in front of Zhang Yi's eyes, and Deng Yuanbo's voice rang out: "This is a relic of the supernatural power. With it, you can better manage the Celestial God Squad."

Zhang Yi trembled all over, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a hoarse voice in disbelief: "...What do you mean by this?"

"I respect Shentong's final choice. The Tianshen Squad will be handed over to you in the future. My Deng family will also fully support you to become the strongest in the Jiangnan region."

Deng Yuanbo's voice was calm and emotionless, but it sounded like thunder in Zhang Yi's ears: "You should absorb his essence. With your talent, you should be able to break through Ipsilon directly."

One stone caused a thousand waves!

When the members of the God Team around heard this, there was an uproar and they stood up angrily. Liao Honglei clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Bai Chunyu.

Bai Chunyu closed his eyes helplessly, sighed, and said slowly: "Calm down, Lao Liao, the captain's body is still warm, do you want to argue with his elders at this time?"

"But..." Liao Honglei glanced at Deng Shentong's body with red eyes: "Captain, he is too pitiful."

The snow stopped at some point, and the sun shone through the clouds onto the earth, but Zhang Yi felt colder than ever.

His gaze passed over the brooch that symbolized endless power and stared into Deng Yuanbo's dark eyes, as if he wanted to see how sincere he was.

It was the same in the previous life. When Deng Shentong faked his death, Deng Yuanbo did not hesitate to win over Zhang Yi and handed over everything belonging to Deng Shentong to him, and he even had a normal smile on his face.

It was as if the person who died was not his own nephew, but it was simply a pity that the position of "heir to the Deng family" was vacant.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and he could hear his voice trembling slightly:

"Uncle Deng Yuan! He just died! ... In your eyes, is he the only one with the last name Deng?"

Deng Yuanbo's eyes were obscure and difficult to understand. After a moment, the corners of his mouth raised again in a seemingly gentle smile, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"You are wrong. To me, anyone can be 'Deng Shentong' as long as they can take the position of the heir of the Deng family."

His tone was eerily calm, as if he was stating a very simple fact.

"The Deng family has become a giant today. Do you think it is just based on passion?"

"There is no choice, Zhang Yi." Deng Yuanbo shook his head. "This is the end of the world."

"He has too many crystals of Blizzard City's technology on him. If you are unwilling to absorb his essence, then I will take it away and use it for experiments in developing superpowers."

Every word was like a sharp thorn, scratching Zhang Yi's heart to pieces.

"Get out of here! Get out!... As long as I'm here, no one can take him away!"

A violent energy wave emanated uncontrollably from Zhang Yi's body, and countless dark matter poured out from the huge space gate, accumulating a ball of extremely restless and dangerous energy.

Zhang Yi hugged the cold body tightly in his arms, like a child who was afraid that others would snatch away his precious things, and his eyes were as resentful as a wild beast.

At this time, Zhu Yunque also received the news. She pushed through the crowd and rushed in, her hair messy and her eyes red.

She didn't have many feelings for Deng Shentong, but when she saw this chaotic scene, she inexplicably wanted to cry.

The afterglow dyed half the sky red, and the snow appeared a soft golden color under the reflection of the setting sun.

The sun has set.

So this is what he meant when he said he would come back at sunset before he left.

The soul returns to its hometown.

The sky gradually darkened, the last ray of sunset disappeared into the horizon, and the whole world fell into darkness and silence.