Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

The assassin has a handsome face that is admired by the world, and his eyebrows are piercing, like snow on the top of a mountain.

Under the light-colored eyelashes, there is a smear of silvery gray like a streamer, usually like a sharp and bright blade, but now when he hangs down to stare at him, it seems to carry a suffocating gentleness, like a swaying wave.

Xiu couldn't refuse his request, as if it was a heinous crime to stain his face with a hint of disappointment.

Xiu's eyelashes trembled, looking at his thin lips, which were so close to him. The curve was beautiful, but the color was light, as cold and sharp as himself.But when it covered his lips, there was an astonishing heat, which almost scalded his soul.

At first it was a light kiss on the lips.

It's like mountain flowers falling from the branches, light and gentle.

"If you don't want to, I can stop at any time." He rubbed his lips against his lips and whispered softly.

When speaking, the slight movement of his lips was burning with burning breath. Xiu was holding onto his sleeves, but now he was confused by his gentleness. He closed his gilt eyes, as if giving up, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

reject?How could he refuse?

Just being kissed lightly like this, he clutched his sleeves and trembled, as if his soul had been sucked out, and his rationality was completely burned out.

An ice-like aura rushed towards his face, extremely alluring.

The mere sight of two lips touching made him fascinated.

Seemingly satisfied with his softness, the Master Assassin chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to support the back of the mage's head, inserted his fingers into the golden hair, and caressed it slowly.

"Xiu, do you know... How long have I wanted to do this?" His voice was beautiful, with some erotic hoarseness.

The poor mage was panting helplessly, thinking that this was the end, but he didn't expect that the other party's next step was to pry open his teeth and drive straight in.

Xiu uses forbidden techniques to forcefully retain his own soul, without flesh and blood, but the materialized soul can know cold and heat, has five senses, and is no different from a real person.At this time, he was being lightly held on his lips and savored carefully, but it was as if his soul was being held and played with, making him seem to melt.

He was so ecstatic that he lost all reason.

The two hid in the shade of the stairs and kissed for a long time.

Jiang Ye put his arms around the mage's slender waist, trapped his soul in his arms, like a cloud, savoring his taste slowly.

Xiu's whole body was limp in Jiang Ye's arms, his wet lips had already been kissed to a soft red and ripe vermilion, and even his face was full of blood.

His soul was bullied by the snow-like kiss, and the assassin rubbed his back and neck viciously, like rubbing the petals of a flower.

"You didn't push me away, so I'll take it as your acquiescence?" Leaning Ye closer, touching his cheek with the tip of his nose, he only heard the sound of soul shaking.

"Acquiescence to what?" The poor archmage suppressed the throbbing of his soul, barely regaining his sanity.

"with me."

"..."

The blood on Xiu's face faded away for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, there was a faint look of despair.

After a long night's meal, I had a bad premonition in my heart.

He frowned: "What?"

"I can't, Master Assassin." He smiled wryly, bowed slightly to him, and lowered his eyes.

"It was just now... that I was distracted and infatuated, which gave you an illusion. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

The archmage's winding black robe floated like broken light.

And he took a step back, standing in the shadows.

Jiang Ye's gentle expression suddenly disappeared and became as cold as ice and snow.

He tilted his head: "You don't like me?" Then he took a step forward, cornered him again, and said every word: "You dare to swear to the truth you have pursued all your life, don't you love me?"

Xiu had no words to refute, he couldn't deceive his heart, and said dishonest words to him, so he had to keep silent.

"Since you like me, why did you reject me?" Seeing him silent, Jiang Ye asked, "Why, you don't want a result after waiting for 300 years?"

"I naturally admire your demeanor." Xiu paused, looked at Jiang Ye's clenched fists, suppressed the turmoil in his eyes, and deliberately used respectful but unfamiliar honorifics.

"It's just wishful thinking, and I don't expect you to reciprocate. To be friends with you is already an unexpected joy for me. If I can be lucky enough to become close friends with you..." He paused, and said cautiously: "Yes The wish of my life is that even if I am already in the grave, I will feel very happy."

He was brilliant and proud all his life, and he had never been so cautious, for fear of being rejected by the other party.

Jiang Ye's heart stopped suddenly, he finally understood the feeling of being regarded as a 'best friend'.

Now that the roles were reversed, he felt a chill in his heart, and only then did he realize that this was the feeling of Xiu Sheng life after life.

However, Xiu touched the lips that had been kissed by him. The fascinating feeling seemed to be still there, as if it could pull him down slowly.

But when Jiang Ye said that he wanted to be with him, he suddenly woke up as if he had been drenched in cold snow.

If it was 300 years ago, he would never let go of this opportunity, like a moth to a flame, he would rather be burned by the flames than try it.

But after so many years, the other party's appearance has not changed, just like back then.

He is the soul left in the world because of his obsession.

Archmage Xiu has been dead for many years.

But Jiang Ye didn't retreat in spite of the difficulties.

The master assassin smiled shortly, and said: "Do you think that I have only known you for a short time, and this act is nothing more than pity?"

Fix it.

Jiang Ye couldn't see his expression clearly, thinking that he had spoken his worries, and said lightly: "I am only loyal to my own will in my life, and it belongs only to myself, and I will never be swayed by anything."

"Especially emotional."

"So, do you think I'm frivolous now?" Jiang Ye said slowly, with a slight sadness in his eyes.

Of course Xiu didn't think so.

Although his understanding of Jiang Ye comes from legends, manuscripts and other people's narrations, he has a vague image in his heart, as if he knows what kind of person he is.

Loneliness, cold, but bitter, like ice and snow, bloody hands, bright will but never stained with dust.

That's why I was fascinated by the glance under the bell tower, and I will never forget it in my life.

So the archmage said hoarsely: "No."

He wanted to explain, but only felt that the words were very pale.Jiang Ye stood under half a fan of sunlight, but he was in the shadows, and there was a clear dividing line between the two.

This is also the gap between life and death.

Jiang Ye touched the realm of the gods, and even after hundreds of years, he still looks ageless, as if time has stagnated.

But Xiu is a wandering lonely soul, trapped in this land because of his obsession, lonely and wandering.

For the first time, the archmage felt his own powerlessness and hated his own greed.

After having tasted the sweet taste of love, it was difficult for him to restrain his love for many lifetimes, wishing that it would turn into a wisp of wind, a grain of sand, and gently brush over his body and hide it in the hem of his clothes.

But he is a reserved and rational mage. He has had a dazzling time, has explored the profound meaning of truth, and understands the hardship and bitterness of a long time.

This relationship was just his private obsession, and it shouldn't have started in the first place.

His time has stood still, his life has ended.

But Jiangye has a time that is so long that he can't imagine.

He whispered a melodious and ancient chant, as if it were some complicated spell.

Jiang Ye looked at him suddenly, his eyes were fierce.

Xiu said softly: "The gods are witnesses, and the light blesses you. I wish you a smooth journey ahead, everything goes smoothly, and there will be no more suffering. May you get what you want, not suffer from love words, and go forward bravely..."

"Your noble life is like a shining star, where the blade points, is the will."

There seemed to be some power in his complicated language, and the streamer passed from his soul to Jiang Ye's body, covering him for a long time.

Jiang Ye's expression suddenly changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "Blessing of light? Forbidden technique of the Temple of Light, you actually use this—"

Xiu smiled and said, "I am not talented. Before betraying the Temple of Light, I was a priest." And he was still at the level of the Bishop of the Temple.

But after he rebelled, this period of history sank into the vast ocean, and history books kept it secret.His sensitive identity was also ignored following the reconciliation between the two forces.

"What price did you pay?" Jiang Ye stared at him, with an angry tone, and said coldly.

Xiu smiled and said, "It's not an important price."

Jiang Ye's silver-gray eyes were still as bright as stars, he stared at Xiu, and said word by word: "You want me to get what I want, do you know what I want?"

Xiu just bowed to him in the shadows and saluted him.

Then, starting from the hem of the clothes, it turned into a streamer, and he wanted to turn the entity into a phantom, because he could no longer face Jiang Ye, so he could only choose to leave in this way.

He only left a paragraph, which was empty and far away, with a faint and sad sense of sobriety: "Mages are the most sensible kind of people. We pursue the truth, so we know the limitations of human beings, and we know that there are things that cannot be done in the world, and that destiny is invincible." Because of the existence of wisdom, we will follow the truth, adapt to the times, and make the most correct choice.”

"And I went against that creed and made the craziest decisions."

Therefore, there is this lifelong hopeless love, and this 300 years of loneliness in the darkness.

And he, too, intends to bear the consequences himself.

Jiang Ye only encountered a ray of light passing through his fingers, which was gentle and bright.

He watched him go, then lowered his hands and squeezed them tightly.

"Ha, it's still like this." Jiang Ye said to himself: "It's very similar to you tens of thousands of years ago. This is probably the nature of a mage."

But he didn't flinch at all, dark and persistent fireworks ignited in his eyes.

It's like igniting ice and snow.

Looking at the empty front, Jiang Ye said softly: "You wish me my wish, do you know what my wish is?"

The assassin's life longing is him, the eternal light is him, the deep-rooted obsession is him, and the love of his life is also him.

Even if the sea is pouring backwards, time is flowing against the current, the night is endless, and the prehistoric is still.

He didn't change his mind either.

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Confession failed at night x1

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Confused and infatuated, but when he confessed, Xiu was completely woken up.

He realized that if Jiang Ye's face remained unchanged, he had touched the realm of the gods, and his life would end sooner or later, and he would leave sooner or later.

He is a dead person, his hundred years have already ended, how can he fall in love with Jiang Ye, if he leaves by himself, wouldn't it harm Jiang Ye's life?

So he held back his love and took a step back.

After chasing Ye for so many years, he didn't think it was because of this layer of reason. He thought it was because he spoke too fast, and the other party thought he was out of pity or frivolity. My love, I have loved you for tens of thousands of years.

Xiu wished him to fulfill his lifelong wish and no longer be troubled by love words.

As everyone knows, he is Jiang Ye's lifelong wish.

By the way, kissing his soul is directly kissing his soul, he will feel very stimulated and very sensitive (ω