Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

"They should have already left." I don't know how long it has passed, but it was so long that Zhiniao even chose a comfortable position and took a nap with Song Hang on his pillow. When he opened his eyes, he heard Song Hang say something, "You Wait for me here, I'll go out and have a look first."

Song Hang stood up, but his left hand was grabbed.

He lowered his head and saw Zhitiao clutching the scattered clothes, staring at him pleadingly: "It's okay, I'll be back soon." Then little by little, he pulled away the hand that was held by him.

Little by little, the soft touch from another person's palm was discarded by him, Song Hang left only a back view, and with the closing of the trap door, in the confined space, only Zhitiao was left.

What a commendable farewell, the light from the other side comforting people's hearts, accompanied by Song Hangfa's departure, disappeared in Zhiniao's eyes.

He is alone again... It is convenient to do many things~

[Host you. ] There are a lot of dramas.

[I'm not too boring. ] Running away in a dry manner is meaningless at all, not to mention that this is a gift he specially prepared for Song Hang, whether it is this one or the previous one, [I am so eager to destroy it with my own hands, but I can never be satisfied, it is not too pitiful Well. ]

That's why Zhiniao specially prepared this play for him. The beauty of glass, delicate and fragile, is his beloved appearance.

He estimated the time for a while, every second in the darkness was so long, and Zhiniao couldn't tell when it was, so he asked the system to help remember, and he didn't go out until half an hour later.

Losing the shelter of all dependents, lonely and afraid, walking alone in the long underground passage.

The sound he made quickly attracted people who were watching in the underground passage. Those people shouted, wearing black masks, like crows bringing death, blocking his way forward and retreat.

Pain is not a single form, and mental torment is also counted in addition to the body.It is for this reason that they will helplessly watch the sacrifice being taken away by another person. This underground passage is not a masterpiece of others. Such a large amount of work cannot be done without a large number of participants.

Song Hang wore a black mask and hid in the crowd, watching Zhitiao push himself into a stranger's way little by little.

Wrapped by their own sins, they could no longer bear to live with ghosts and monsters. Slowly, the crazy people set up Zhitiao, just like taking away the woman in red, and took him to the dedication ceremony.

What followed was the moment of carnival, each in their own way, carving lines of pain on his body.

until the last step.

Song Hang was holding the only white mask, and couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment. He was so happy that he couldn't help but want to show it off to someone.

But who can he show off to?

The people around them are not the same, they can't understand themselves, and even when they hurt others, they have to chant words asking for forgiveness, as if they can calm down the resentment of being hurt.After thinking about it, I am afraid that the only thing that can be shared is the beautiful sacrifice afterwards.

Anyway, no matter how much he did, he was assisting the completion of the ceremony, wasn't he?

Standing beside Jitori, staring at the scars on his body.

With appreciation.

"Next, I will put on a mask for you." He uttered a voice, seeing the scarred person looking at him in disbelief, it was the pain of trust being betrayed, Song Hang felt that he could even hear the sound of a broken heart Voice, "Don't do this, it's your destiny."

"Look, they will all thank you. As long as you are suffering enough, you can become a bridge for their reincarnation. What will happen to you then?" He paused as he spoke, as if he was trying to think about what to do. way of expression.

No one came to stop him. From other people's point of view, letting the sacrifice know his function is also an important part.

Leave no room for choice of sacrifices, but reserve the right whether the sacrifices resent them or not.In the long period of failure, the only thing these people have learned is to face the failure calmly and repeat it.

"Your body will definitely not be able to bear it. Think about it, there are so many people, each with their own joys, sorrows and sorrows, but they all want to enter your body." He has to die and bring those people together to complete the sacrifice Mission, "Are you crying?"

Along with the performance, tears fell from the corners of Zhiniao's eyes.

Song Hang thought for a moment, if the god suffered, would there be the same tear hanging from the corner of his eye?It appeared so coincidentally that it perfectly satisfied all the artistic conception that Song Hang expected, like a plantain that was knocked down by the wind and rain, with dewdrops hanging from the tips of the leaves.

He couldn't help reaching out to wipe it: "Don't cry, they are very grateful to you," leaned over, and leaned into his ear, "I have, it is difficult to make me feel satisfied, but you did it, and I am also grateful You. I think I may not forget you for a long time."

Song Hang laughed, and wanted to kiss him, just like he imagined, tasting the lips that had lost their warmth due to fear and betrayal, but when he really got close, he heard a very light smile.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

"Are you having fun? Song Hang." Steadily, with a little sarcasm, "It does hurt, but soon, it will all be worth it."

"What?" Song Hang couldn't figure out the situation.

He straightened up suddenly, but that beautiful face was not lamenting, but a look of compassion like a god.Thanks to the spell that Jidori learned from the Son of Udemian, he recited the mantra, and the wound slowly overflowed with soft light.

They saw his glowing face, like a scapegoat, chanting: "I would like to replace their suffering with pain, and use myself to open a bridge for them to cross forever, in this world and in that world." It was not the first time. It's the first time to play the role of a magic stick, and Zhiniao promises that he will definitely pass the acting skills.

A pair of wings spread out behind him, not belonging to Zhitiao, but to Rongyan.

As if they had noticed something, outside the confined space, many birds vibrated their wings, and bumped into the closed gate one by one, causing their heads to bleed.

I finally got anxious, but it was too late.

Inside and outside the dungeon, the beads on the necklace have been connected together, there is no chance to resist.

She said: "I pity your compassion, but I don't want you to be deceived. This will open the real door of hell for you."

This is the operating rule of Luoyan, she is powerful, even stronger than the will of the world.However, as she said, the "Demon of Light" never takes the initiative to do things.Her hobby is fishing and law enforcement. If you want to ask her to do something, you must first make a fish that suits her heart.

Fortunately, among all the demons who can be moved, she is the only one who is positive, only executes the villain who behaves despicably, and she is a complete control of the light camp.

In the words of the system, it is not easy to make it into Gu Yang, and it will not send away a great god, and another one will turn the world's will upside down.

Among them, the Holy Son of Light is the most loved by her.

Zhiniao's fear, vulnerability, and nervousness not only deceived Song Hang, but also the master who controlled the game.Not everyone can accept the anti-human sacrificial arrangements without resentment. As long as a little negative emotion is born, the despicable game will have a chance to continue. It has made up its mind that there are no perfect sacrificers in this world.

How many saints can that do?

So when Zhitiao really had to make a choice, he finally panicked.

The players it has cultivated compete with each other one by one. How could there be such a virgin?

It's a pity it's too late.

The dungeon shattered, there was no reminder of "mission completed" or "dungeon clearance", it just collapsed, turned into flying sand, and returned to nothingness.

Among all the virtual images, only the slowly opening gate of hell is real.With the opening of a door, the doors in all other dungeons are also opened, like an irresistible virus, until a "door" is also opened in the center of the "main world" which is regarded as the foundation of the game.

All the lives that have passed away wake up like a dream. Seeing the self that has been beautified by the game over and over again reveals its true appearance, even Song Hang, who has just awakened from his own memory, can't help being surprised.

Be lied to.

Not only in the copy that used his own memories as a template, but he himself was actually deceived: saying that he was trying to capture his heart was a lie to coax him to divert his target.

This set of lies was born, and every sentence hit the softest place in my heart.Song Hang admits that he is different from most people who are soft-hearted. His natural love of destroying happiness has become a weakness that can be observed.

Perfectly built his expectations, and then destroyed them in a deceitful way.

This behavior...is exactly the same as him!

"You always have a way to surprise me." Song Hang turned his head, and greedily traced the outline of Zhitiao, "Who the hell are you? Yi Yan doesn't have this kind of scheming." He knew the original body who likes to dream of being a hero , Absolutely can't do things like "cheating" in weak sheep's clothing.

"However, I feel that I don't need to know who you are." He didn't want to let go anymore, with this person by his side, he would never feel bored.

Best of all, the current Jitori is completely defenseless.Song Hang took the other end of the silver chain that he hadn't used for a long time, and for some reason, tied himself like he tied Zhidiao back then.

Song Hang thought, after all, he still took a step back, gave up the status of "master" and tied himself to the position of "pet", which can be regarded as an acknowledgment of the equal status of the two, and respect for evenly matched opponents.

If there is really a moon in the world, it must be unexpected that there is such a marriage line that is morbidly connected: "Next life." Song Hang recited, "In this way, even if you are reincarnated, I can find you If you don’t want to let go, then don’t let go, there are always countless ways to achieve your wishes when you are in an advantage.

He wanted to reincarnate with this person, die together, live together, and then continue to taste the supreme delicacy he brought when they meet next time.

This pet who always pretends to be docile and then shows his paws, what kind of surprise will he bring him next time?

"But you don't have a next life." Immersed in his own joy, the person who thought he would never open his eyes suddenly said, "It hurts me, it hurts you."

The two existences linked by a silver chain, the traces of pain originally given to Zhitiao, were re-engraved on Song Hang's body one by one.

But they are not the same after all.

After all, Zhitiao no longer needed a human body when the system bound him. What is here now is just a body that was temporarily shaped by the system to imitate his appearance.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a next life, and now it looks like you don't have one either."

"Do you want to hold a funeral for you?" Zhiniao gently hugged Song Hang and asked gently, with a beautiful face, "I am giving you a chance to die like a hero." After finishing speaking, he said with his mouth The model gestured: They will all thank you.