Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

When Jiang Ye was found by Fengshen and brought back to Shenshan, he was wearing shackles.

He knew that if he destroyed the game of the gods, he would definitely anger the god king.But he has seen the flames of war, the widespread hunger and poverty, but he has no regrets about his choice to forcibly end this war.

On the Pantheon, the boy's figure is straight and handsome, even if he is tied with heavy iron chains, his spine cannot be bent.

The God King couldn't see him being so rebellious, so he asked him lightly, "Are you guilty?"

He raised his head: "I am not guilty."

All the gods in the temple were indifferent, even looking at this young god who acted recklessly and didn't know the rules with an air of watching the show.

So the god king sighed and said: "This knife is still too sharp." It was so sharp that it was uncontrollable.

But Fashen said bluntly: "Everything he does is at my instigation."

The young man was stunned, and his muscles and bones as smooth as a snow leopard suddenly tensed up. He turned his head and looked at the mage with an unpredictable expression. His lips and teeth trembled suddenly, and he said, "I did it all, and it has nothing to do with His Royal Highness."

But his performance, in the eyes of the gods, is that he is truly loyal to the main god, and excuses his behavior of destroying the game.

So the god of death played with the wine cup, playing with the taste: "It's an obedient little thing."

Xiu raised his eyes and said with a light smile, "You are indeed obedient." Then he hooked his lips seemingly coldly, and smiled, "Thanks to you, this is the first time I have won the game of the gods."

The God of War looked unhappy, and said: "His Royal Highness Fashen is not moral enough this time, men should meet on the battlefield with real swords and guns, what is going on if we assassinate all our chess pieces."

Xiu propped his chin, and said lightly: "What? It's not allowed in the rules?"

God of War: "Not really."

Xiu: "His Highness God of War has already participated in the battle by himself, so what's wrong with me assigning subordinate gods to participate in the war?" Then he raised his eyes, looked at the crowd and said, "Why don't you agree, just say it."

No one said a word.

The expression of the king of gods is also a little subtle.In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, the knife he raised was raised by the side of a neutral mage, but it was raised by the other party to be loyal. This is a strange thing.

He originally thought that a wolf cub like Jiang Ye couldn't be raised well.

The mage has always been neutral, but his position in Shenshan is detached, so the king of God pronounced the sentence: "In this case, the death penalty will be avoided, and I will be imprisoned in water for 100 years."

For God, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, and his sentence is not serious because it is concerned about the mage's face.

Xiu wanted to say something, but gave up in the congratulations of the gods.

Jiang Ye was dragged by chains and taken away from the Pantheon.

The sorcerer sitting in the high position still had a calm expression on his face. As soon as the eyes of the two met, Jiang Ye saw the undulating waves in the golden sea.

They pass by.

Jiang Ye was imprisoned in the water prison of the God Realm, where it was dark and lightless, a place where gods who committed crimes would go.

For 100 years, the touch of the upper and lower lips of the king of gods crucified his fate.

He was held in water to his knees, with silver chains wrapped around his limbs and fastened to the wall.Deep and dark, with no one to accompany him, he is not yet free, but there is another layer of restraint on his immature wings, as if to press him in hell, making him powerless to turn over.

"How long is 100 years?" He was thinking in his mind, but his bone marrow was cold. "I have only stayed in the abyss for more than four hundred years. When I go out, will that person still remember me?"

"He is willing to intercede for me, take responsibility for me, and make my charges lighter. I should be content."

But Jiang Ye inexplicably remembered the words of Dionysus: "Do you think that no one will take a fancy to him?"

Like falling into a snow cave, the whole body is icy cold.

His strength is not strong enough, he thinks he has a bit of power to kill, and he thinks he can choose the fate of others.

The current him is not worthy of standing by his side.

Deep and dark under the dungeon.

I don't know how long it has passed, even the body is soaked in the cold water, and the thin prison clothes cling to the smooth body.He hangs his head, seems to be in a deep sleep, and seems to be escaping from something.

Jiang Ye was rebellious in Shenshan, and no one dared to provoke him. It was too good to be protected.Xiu helped him hide the truth and clean up the mess for him. Now he broke the sky and disgraced the gods, but he fell from a tall building and ended up like this.

This cold water washed away his frivolity and arrogance, and made his heart harder and colder.

He is thinking of his own way out.

After 100 years, I'm afraid there will be other subordinates on the side of self-cultivation. After all, he is not the only one. With that person's compassionate mind, everyone will protect him and treat his subordinates equally.

How many people in Shenshan still remember that there was such an assassin who dared to kill the king's chess piece in front of the gods?

If he wants to climb up, what he needs is a battle, a battle full of blood and pain.

……

He didn't know how many times he fell asleep, and he didn't know how many times he woke up.

He didn't know what year it was until he heard the muffled sound of the lock of the water prison, and he didn't know what year it was, his scarred muscles and bones had been turned white by the cold water.

He hadn't heard the sound for a long time, and when he looked into the darkness, he saw the warmest light in the world.

The blond-haired Dharma God, dressed in a black robe, came wading through the water.

He walked up to him and lit a cluster of magical lights.But he saw that the eyes of the prisoner half-immersed in the water were clouded.He hadn't seen the light for a long time, but at first glance, he seemed night-blind and could only see hazy outlines.

The mage gently held his drooping head and said nothing.He just took out the medicine from his sleeve and dripped it into his pale lips bit by bit.

The priceless potion was poured into his throat, and the excess flowed from his jaw to his chest, and then melted into the icy cold water.

Only then did Jiang Ye have the strength to speak, he moved his restrained wrist, his voice was low and hoarse: "Am I dreaming?"

It was not the first time he had dreamed of Xiu, thinking it was still a dream, he tried hard to open his gray eyes, trying to see his outline clearly through the hazy white light.

The noble god ran his hands through his damp silver hair and cupped his face.

Jiang Ye felt the temperature on his cheek and shivered all over.

Then the god took a sip of the potion, leaned down, and covered his chapped lips with his lips.

A steady stream of power came slowly along with the potion, healing the long-standing scars on his body, those rolled flesh, and the healed and split wounds were gradually closing.

It was a light kiss.

The giver does not have a trace of lust | desire, holy and noble.

And the sip of potion he fed into Jiang Ye's mouth was the rain of his life, enough to comfort his long years.

Then, like to comfort a baby bird, Xiu whispered, "You are free."

You are free, Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye spent ten months in prison.

For him, it was as long as a lifetime.And he didn't know what kind of exchange his omnipotent Lord God had reached with the God King in private.

Xiu took his hand and led him out of the long corridor that could bury the life of a god.

A black ribbon was wrapped around his eyes to prevent his eyes from being stabbed by the sudden sunlight.

After all, Jiang Ye lost a bit of his publicity, and became cold, forbearing and silent, as if nothing could touch his heart.

The mage's white and slender hands have become his only connection with the outside world. For the first time in his life, he is so obedient and silent, leaving everything to one person, and following him step by step, as if this is a lifetime.

But this road has an end.

The mage stopped on the long steps of the sacred mountain. In front of him was the glorious Pantheon, and below was the busy world.

He turned around and said to him, "I can only walk here with you."

What's the meaning?Jiang Ye thought dully in his heart.

He started belatedly feeling nervous.

The mage sighed softly, and said: "I am no longer your main god." Then he glanced at the human world under the clouds, returned his weapon and assassin's robe, and said, "You go."

Jiang Ye trembled for a moment, he tore off the black ribbon covering his eyes, and fell to the ground fiercely, he asked sharply, "You don't want me anymore?" Everyone could hear that there was a tremor in his voice.

The mage didn't answer, but walked up the long steps slowly with his hands behind his back.

The black robe meanders on the ground, like a sinuous black shadow.And his long blond hair is even brighter.

The young man under the steps was crying because of the dazzling sunlight, but he still asked stubbornly, "Xiu, don't you want me?"

Weeping blood.

The mage's back is against the light, but he has a condescending compassion, but is extremely ruthless.

He didn't look back, but said: "You have been exiled by the God King, let's go."

If you go far, don't go back to Shenshan.

This is the grave where everything is buried.

Here the rituals collapse, the music breaks down, freedom, will, humanity, kindness... everything is not allowed to exist.If you insist on persisting, there is only one dead end.

Jiang Ye: "What about you?" His voice was like snow, cold and sharp, "You also agree with him and want to 'exile' me?"

build:"……"

Jiang Ye even felt a lingering warmth on his lips, he thought it was tenderness and pampering, but unexpectedly, it was the other party's last mercy.

There was a flash of hostility in his silver eyes, almost crazy, that turbulent and violent emotion almost drowned his whole body, wishing to tear that gentle and cruel person off the cloud, hold him in his arms, and rub his blood into his bones.

Knowing the age of Mu Shaoai, he was like a young eagle with broken wings, forced to fall into the abyss.

From then on, those rebellious and reckless acts, those bright, soft and buried loves, all cooled and frozen, buried deep in my heart, and never mentioned again.

When the mage's back completely disappeared, he finally woke up from this big dream.

The prosperous but bloody holy mountain is not his world after all.

He donned the assassin's robes again for himself, with the dagger, the light armor, and finally the hood.

The handsome face hidden under the hood gradually faded from the last shake, and was covered with a layer of frost that had been frozen for thousands of years. The frost formed from the silver eyelashes, spread to the bottom of the eyes, the high nose, and then It was the lips pursed into a line.

Jiang Ye walked towards the foot of the sacred mountain. Every step he took, he felt pain from his shoulders to his back.

The young man's body was elongating indistinctly, but he didn't notice it.

No one stood behind him to clean up the aftermath for him.

No one will forge knives or sew his battle robes any more.

No one will shield him in the pantheon and take all the charges for him.

……

He can't be a teenager all his life.

The moment he stepped down the sacred mountain, his slender body had grown taller, with the broad back of an adult god, a strong and powerful body, and vigorous, unrestrained strength.

The last lesson Xiu gave him was called growth, also called parting.

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Jiangye is going to grow up, I am glad.

He has to be responsible for what he does, because he can't rely on Xiu for the rest of his life, so he made a big mess.In the end, Xiu helped him clean up the aftermath and made an exchange with the God King.But he won't say what it is.

What Jiang Ye couldn't bear the most was the little black room, and it was because he knew him that Xiu made such a choice.

He knew that Jiang Ye was not born to belong to Shenshan, he was a free eagle.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 2 Frost Line;

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: 5 Yezizhuixue; 2 Lanlanlanlan; 1 Ye Shuci, Jiujiu, and Wuyan;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

20 bottles of cream; 6 bottles of Jiangxuan; 1 bottle of Jieshan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!