I'm afraid it's not a fake hero

Sanriyue stood in the middle of the bleak courtyard, and the night wind blew his loose sleeves rustling.

With his back facing Jieluo, his thin body was tottering in the wind, as if he would be crushed by the cumbersome hunting clothes in the next second.

And this clothes, every time before going out, she had to arrange them carefully for him.

—and this will be the last time.

Under the feet of the two is an ancient and complicated formation, the scarlet lines are stained with blood, like a monster with teeth and claws, it seems that it will smash everything in front of it in the next second.

Jie Luo hugged him from behind, with her cheek against his spine, as if she wanted to lean all her weight on him.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid."

But she just rubbed his back fiercely with her cheeks, and the warm tears soaked his back through the fabric: "Why do you have to do this?"

"I'm already very good, really. In the Battle of Kamakura, 145 people with broken swords from the retrograde army, 158 people from Hakata Bay, and 94 people from the night battle at Ikedaya were seized. There are countless dead souls of the enemy's sword under my sword!"

"I also learned Yin Yang from Grandpa Xia..."

"I……"

San Riyue gently covered her with her hands, and those hands tightly wrapped around his waist were trembling uncontrollably.

"I know, Your Highness, I know everything."

"You have worked hard."

"However, this is not enough. What you will face next will be the general of the entire retrograde army."

"Using our body as a sword to protect the long river of history from being tampered with is our mission to pay the gods, as long as it can help you win, even if it means paying our lives.

Didn't you also hold such a belief that you chose to become a god judge? "

"So... even if the price is... a living sacrifice of our full authority..."

The evening wind blew gently, blowing his voice into fragments.

In the end, Jie Luo only remembered that the dark night sky was shrouded in mist, and the unfulfilled moon poured through the mist, coating the figure of the person in front of her with a layer of soft silver light.

Sanri Yuezong is near, the most beautiful blade known as one of the five swords in the world, even if it is just a back view, it looks like a dream.

**

What a merciful creature God is.

Live to protect, die to protect.

——Even if it’s just the last one, Fusangshin.

Jieluo suddenly remembered that there was one summer.The noisy cicadas blew late into the night, and she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep due to the noise.

So she bypassed the guard's valet, sneaked into his room, woke up the sleeping Sanriyue, and begged him to take her out to play.

He dressed slowly, with sleepy eyes, and sneaked into the world with her in the middle of the night.

He was always so good-tempered, and he would follow her in everything, but at the last moment, he finally got tough.

——It's just that the price will be paid with life.

***

"Your Highness, don't cry." He sighed softly.

Even if he is about to die in the next second, he is always so slow and unhurried.

The moonlight was like water, falling on his dark blue hair, softly like an unreal dream.

"Your Highness, don't cry for me, a living sacrifice actually doesn't hurt at all."

"Visible things will eventually dissipate, and it is an honor for us to die for His Highness."

Jie Luo looked at his back, tears running down her face.His throat seemed to be blocked by his own bitter heart, he swallowed even more, trembling, unable to speak a word.

***

She suddenly remembered that it was also such an unfulfilled moon that night. Sanriyue took her hand and walked through the lush woods in the back mountain, covered with silver light.

At that time, it coincided with the Fengshen Festival, and the night sky was as dark as ink, and gorgeous fireworks bloomed one after another, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.

She sat on the rock, snuggled up beside him.

As long as you turn your head, you can see him looking at her with a smile in his eyes, those beautiful eyes with a crescent moon, full of tenderness.

That night, accompanied by the evening wind and the singing of cicadas, he told her a story about the origin of the Fengshen Festival.

The wind god who guards a side of water and soil saves the villagers besieged by the flood at the cost of one eye.When the disaster passed, people gradually forgot the god, and they all left here slowly.

It seems difficult for the gods who have lost their faith to survive in the world for a long time. In order to continue to bring blessings to people...

——God finally chose to become a monster

"This is probably the so-called God loves the world." Jie Luo leaned on his shoulder and said casually.

At that time, when she stayed up until midnight, she could hardly keep her eyes open.

Sanriyue looked down at her sleepy face, her clear pupils were shining brightly, like a lake full of stars, clear and bright.

"Yes, God loves the world."

***

But at this moment, the same first-quarter moon, but now things have changed.

"Declaration!" The man pulled away her hand clasped around his waist, and as his words fell, the formation under his feet slowly shone with golden light.

--don't want!

Jie Luo screamed silently, but her body was stiff and unable to move.She watched helplessly, warm tears rolling down to the ground one after another.

"I am the end of eight million gods, the god of swords and swords, Mikazuki Zongjin!"

--don't want!stop now!

"My lord, Jieluo, is ordered by the heavens to judge the gods."

--don't want!crescent moon!

"May I use this body as a sacrifice, and ask my Lord to fulfill his wish!"

"Sacrifice!"

With the fall of his voice, everything has been settled.

Sanriyue's figure had already become transparent and faintly visible, and streamers flew up into the night sky from his dissipated body.

He finally turned around, his clear pupils were as bright and soft as ever.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, I lied to you."

"Three Riyue did all this today, not for the common people in the world, but only for His Highness."

"I wish your Highness prosperous luck in martial arts, and the flag will be triumphant." He stretched out his hand, took off the golden tassel hairpin on his head, and pinned it gently on Jieluo's head.

"God loves the world, but I only love you."

My... Your Highness.