Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

God is hard to get drunk.

When Jiang Ye woke up, he found himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a black robe.In the quiet and dark palace, only the candlelight shone slightly, revealing a warm orange light.

He raised his hand to block the ray of light shining into his pupils, but saw a person sitting beside him, with long golden hair hanging over his shoulders, the curvature of his shoulder blades was slender and graceful, and he was reading quietly with a book in his hands.

"Are you awake?" He folded a corner and closed the pages with a low and gentle voice.

"Here is..." Jiang Ye only felt a splitting headache, and the hangover made him ask subconsciously, but he remained silent when he realized the identity of the person in front of him.

"You don't want to remember the place you've lived in for so many years?" Xiu sighed softly, and said, "It seems that it's all right now. When you wake up..." Go back.

It's good to keep the distance like this, what he did doesn't need to involve Jiang Ye.

He was a wonderful accident to me, Xiu thought, and then lowered his fine eyelashes, as if he was about to get up and leave.

But at this moment, someone grabbed his wrist, and his whole body fell into an embrace.

Different from his usual icy coldness, Jiang Ye's chest was hard and hot.

He seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the wine, so dull that he didn't realize what he was doing.Only the upper body is naked, the silver hair hangs on the sideburns and ears, and the scorching breath starts a prairie fire on the back of the neck, and through the thin robe, it burns to the depths of the bone marrow.

He just instinctively and randomly embraced the person he yearned for, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones.

"Don't go." He said in a hoarse voice, and gently rubbed against his temple, intimate and soft, "Xiu."

The assassin's voice was still full of drunkenness.

His voice is not as clear as it was back then, but slightly hoarse, very nice, with the unique sex appeal of a man.

Xiu's breathing almost stopped.

The boy who once knew his shoulders had the outline and strength of an adult god unconsciously.He was no longer the kid who sat beside him and listened to his stories.

He didn't speak, but Jiang Ye closed his eyes and embraced him with a gust of ice and snow.The falcon has retracted its feathers, but it can't erase its toughness and possessiveness.

He is no longer harmless, predatory and conquering.

Jiang Ye's strong body was like a statue, and there were shallow scars on his fair skin, which was already pale, but it became his medal for fighting.

Such a body, just stuck on it tightly like this...

The tight arc of the arms, the outline of the chest, everything is like the creation of the gods.That handsome and awe-inspiring face was so powerful and moving in front of him.

Even if he is a god, he can't help but be taken away by this extreme beauty.

The mage closed his eyes, but his mind was confused for a moment, but when he opened them again, he was very clear-headed again.

"Jian Ye." The mage's voice also became slightly hoarse.

Xu Shi heard the reproach in his words, lowered his eyes at night, but rolled his throat.

He instinctively wanted to kiss the side of his neck, but pulled his gaze away from him inch by inch, then gritted his teeth, not speaking, with bloodshot eyes appearing in his silver-gray eyes.

It seemed that he heard the man's heavy panting, and Xiu's breathing was also a little messy.

But he didn't puncture it, just put his robe on his shoulders, like combing feathers, and brushed his silver hair behind his neck.

Jiang Ye covered his face with his hands, and said slowly and in a deep voice, "I'm drunk."

Xiu looked at him quietly and said, "I know."

This hug should be defined as a distraction driven by alcohol.

The silver-haired young assassin finally lowered his proud head in front of his former main god, he said: "I was wrong."

Talk about freedom before you have power.

He didn't know the heights of the world when doing things, which implicated him.

Black and white, too extreme.

He did what he thought was right, but he slapped the God King in the face in the most violent way, so he was tortured severely.And his [-]-year sentence has only been fulfilled for ten months, how many things Xiu has done before he can be released.

His so-called freedom back then was nothing more than building that towering tree to shelter him from wind and rain.

"You just don't know the importance of order. Absolute freedom does not exist." The mage smiled tolerantly, and comforted him: "It's all over."

Jiang Ye looked at his gentle eyes that were as bright as light, which seemed real and unreal, like a dream.

And the wise mage patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "I thought it was the best choice to let you go free, but I was wrong." Then he stared at him.Said, "Jiang Ye, I'm still here, you don't have to wander anymore from now on."

After the incident, the two settled their suspicions and became close friends.

In the eyes of everyone in Shenshan, the assassin followed the mage silently, like a tail that could not be shaken off.But he is no longer the boy who needs to be pampered, but a mature, calm and powerful adult god.

He is becoming more and more prudent in his work, and his temper is becoming more and more powerful. He is unnatural and possesses unique skills.

Once the rebellion comes out, the gods and Buddhas can be punished.

Someone speculated about their relationship, and Jiang Yeyi replied "close friend".

It is said that the teacher seems too awed, that it is a friend but alienated, and it is said that it is a lover, but no one has crossed that line, maybe they are not aware of it, or maybe they are tacit.

If he was still the young man held in the palm of the Lord God, he might have the courage to break the boat and give it a try.

But Jiang Ye has been polished by this world, and he knows that once some things are clarified, they can never go back.

If he respects him and loves him, he should restrain his wildness and desire, hide all the filth and filth, until he is deceived, until he is forgotten, until he believes that the relationship of "best friend" is the most stable of.

If you hide this thought, you will miss ten thousand years.

Xiu asked him: "Where will you go if the holy mountain is destroyed?"

At that time, Jiang Ye had just ended a war in the lower realms, representing the free Assassin organization and its embryonic form, he delivered the fire of freedom to them, and then returned to the Temple of Law with a dusty body.

He took off the shoulder armor, then thought for a while and replied, "Go where you are."

But with determination and enthusiasm.

The mage smiled and said, "What if the place I go is dark and dangerous? Or, I didn't even see that day, so I returned to dust..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Ye's handsome face turned cold for a long time, and he rushed to him like the wind, grabbed his slender wrist, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The mage frowned.

Jiang Ye suddenly realized that he was hurt by scratching him, but he couldn't calm down. He looked straight into his eyes and paused every word: "Put away all your messy thoughts."

Seeing his intense reaction, the mage let out a muffled laugh and said, "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously, it will be night."

Jiang Ye didn't let go of his hand, lowered his eyes and leaned closer, and said seriously: "But I'm not joking."

I will go wherever you go.

1000 years, 1 years, heaven and hell, hell, ghosts, unswerving until death.

This is his silent confession.

Jiang Ye also protected him in the lower realm, watching him teach the priests of the Dharma Temple spells.

at a dense frequency.

He hid in the dark, made knots with grass stalks, and looked at his back aimlessly.

Slender, thin, but extremely good-looking.His body has a kind of holiness and gentleness that is almost sacrificial, like a spring breeze blowing, moistening things silently.

Waiting for the night is boring, and he will write and draw on the walls of his palace, most of which are rebellious words, which are completely opposite to Xiu's thinking.But never reprimanded.

Xiu knew their differences, so he never tried to persuade him or correct him.

But it faintly became his candle to move forward.

When he descended, he began to consciously search for orphans.

Jiang Ye knew that his best friend liked to read books, and was especially interested in human wisdom.So after finishing his work, he would search for some words written on parchment and bamboo slips, or dig new murals and bring them back to the temple.

He didn't want to disturb the mage who was studying, so he piled the books in the corner outside the door. Maybe ten days, maybe half a month, the mage would see this small pile when he went out.

There is also a wild flower at the top that is still stained with dew.

The God King tried him once.

He asked: "Jiang Ye, if I asked you to get rid of someone now, would you still obey me?"

Jiang Ye said: "Yes." Then he raised his eyebrows, but he was extremely rebellious, "After all, I used to be your knife."

The God King smiled, propped his chin and said, "If one day I ask you to get rid of Xiu Sapphire, what will you do?"

Under his golden throne, the assassin's expression suddenly changed. The ferocity of a wolf and the cruelty of an eagle instantly appeared on the face of the young god. It was only a moment, but the god king understood everything.

The assassin threw forward the dagger bestowed by the god king, and it stuck right at his feet, sank three inches into the ground, and the end was still trembling.

Then Jiang Ye said in a deep voice: "Then I will return all the glory and status to you, and then—"

He didn't say it, but the King of God knew what his remaining two words were.

Killing God.

Can't move his reverse scale.

Otherwise, the unrestrained God of Assassins could even kill God.

So the god king sighed: "This is a knife that can no longer be used."

Because what he is loyal to is not the king of gods, but his heart.

The king of gods looked at the radiant peak of the holy mountain, but thought in his heart: "It's time to break the knife that can't be used by me."

I don't know how many years have passed.

Jiang Ye thought that he had forgotten those unknown thoughts in his early years, and the gaze he looked at Xiu became more and more pure, free from desire and blasphemy.

He was very happy, thinking that after walking out, he could finally be by his side as a close friend.

Unexpectedly, when he stepped into the palace again, he saw Xiu holding the world tree corolla in his hand, as if thinking about something.

It was a relic of his former close friend, the Goddess of Life. ,

After Jiang Ye, he did not step into the Temple of Fa for ten days.

Xiu noticed the abnormality and went to look for him, but he couldn't find the elusive assassin everywhere. He just stayed where he was, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. In the end, he got some weapons for him, and finally managed to coax him back.

However, looking at the dusty corolla of the World Tree in the future, Jiangye thought to himself: Can the living really not compete with the dead?

He was strangely unwilling.

But the world tree has changed.

It was the 3000th year when the Goddess of Life passed away.

At the same time, the god of fate gave a prophecy.

It's called "Ragnarok".

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Start to speed up, the following is the last memory plot?

The knife is coming_(:з」∠)_

After the knife is finished, we will cut off the current timeline, Tiantian, come on!

It was another day of failure to drive the car. After 8 minutes, he died.

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