Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

The dark night is not embellished with starlight, only the crescent moon exuding faint light hangs high above it, and the black clouds are layered on top of each other without any sign of receding. In the dark world, there are only a few lights flickering. The yellow light hit the ground, without that kind of warm feeling, but added a bit of weirdness.

In the dark night, a figure walked slowly. His clothes were a little torn, his body was stained with blood, and the original color of the clothes could not be discerned, but his long light blue hair was not stained at all, but was clean and fresh Holy, as if a beam of fire was lit in the blue eyes, fluttering but never extinguished.

The man who was still wandering outside in the middle of the night was Jiang Xuezuo.

Ever since he was controlled by the god judge to kill him, he was directly sucked into the vortex irresistibly and descended into this world.

Jiang Xue couldn't tell what kind of world he came to, but there was also a time-space converter who fell here at the same time as him. The undamaged time-space converter was his long-cherished hope, the hope that supported him all the way. Fire, even if this space-time converter cannot be activated at all.

Jiang Xuezuo's words did not raise any worries that he would not be able to return to Honmaru, but was very determined in the future that he could go back.

Maybe it's too familiar?At the moment when the inquisitor found himself and used his body to achieve the goal of suicide, he suddenly felt the surge from the soul——the relationship between master and servant enveloped him in an instant, but quickly faded away .

At that moment, Jiang Xue understood some things, but was puzzled by more things.

What kind of experiments were carried out by the god judge in the previous life, why the self in this life is still called a successful experiment, and...why only he can kill her.

He understood all of these, and he knew all the answers the moment he realized that the relationship between them was actually a master-servant relationship.

The main body that was taken away in the previous life, in fact, I would feel great pain from time to time during the time when I was locked up. The pain not only came from my own body/body, but also from my soul. His body was broken, but repaired, weakening his self-protection ability again and again, and at the moment when he was weakest, he directly branded the trace of "master and servant" in his soul.

That is a trace that will last forever, and even if I am reincarnated, I can't stop this trace from remaining, because... the soul is the same.

But such a brand disappeared at the moment of the god judge's death.

The Fusang Goddess is born from the resentment of countless creatures, and will die because of her own destruction. She is her "servant". In a sense, as Fusangshen, she is also her sword. She uses her own The "weapon" destroys itself and meets the conditions for self-destruction, and naturally dies truly.

And as a "weapon", it will not disappear because of the passing of the master, but will only lose the mark of the master because of this, and still remain in this world.

The previous celestial gods who were defeated by the human rebellion through cruel experiments used such branding to control the existence they had experimented on, but they were very lucky.

The god judge seemed to want to get something from himself, instead of directly controlling the soul after imprinting it like other experimental products, so he still retained such a clear consciousness and survived in the end.

Jiang Xue Zuowen looked down at her palm, sighed softly, raised her sleeve, and unsheathed the silver blade. The movement seemed to be very light, but the blood splattered beside her clearly showed what was happening at this moment. Things: "I don't really like fighting... But, that doesn't mean I'm willing to fight...!"

When he raised his eyes, the stream of light overflowed, he gently put the time-space converter into the fabric on his chest, and gripped the handle of the knife tightly, Jiang Xue was still as hopeless as before, but his eyes were already sharp, Face the large group of people in front of you.

There was greed and desire in those red eyes, Jiang Xuezuo remained silent, he didn't know what kind of place he had come to, but this place... can't survive without fighting.

He clearly knows that the space-time converter on his chest will automatically turn on at a fixed time, and if he wants to survive until that time, he must live until that time!

I have to go back to Honmaru, back to my younger brothers!So, don't die here!

It is rare that there is not much sadness and pain for the battle. Jiang Xuezuo's heart is already filled with such anxiety that does not know where it came from. There seems to be a voice in his head that keeps calling "Go back! Go back!".

He pursed his lips slightly, raised his hand to casually wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward without fear, "As long as there is a fight, there must be one party immersed in sorrow, so I... hate fighting, but..."

He turned around and knocked down the opponent who wanted to sneak attack, "My brothers are still waiting for me, so I can't fall down here, I have to go back."

His voice was a little hoarse, but full of determination, the flames in his eyes never went out, and even burned hotter.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger in this square inch. Jiang Xuedao couldn't tell how many enemies he had defeated, nor how many wounds he had on his body. Even the prayer beads in his hand were scattered all over the place, and he couldn't find his trace.

The faint light fell down, not warm, but more cold.

It's heartbreakingly sad. Jiang Xue doesn't know why there is such a situation here, and he doesn't know why such a large number of people choose to fight. All the reasons are not known to him as an outsider. It is probably like this. Go down, fight all the way, just like how he got here before, continue to walk like this waving the body.

He suddenly felt that he probably needed to be grateful to the god judge who pushed him into this world, at least he didn't give him nothing when he was thrown here, but gave himself a space-time converter, at least In my arms... there is still hope of return.

Passing shoulder to shoulder with the god of death again and again, and standing up again and again, all rely on the hope of being able to go back.

He has been numb for a long time, but he has not changed his mind. Jiang Xue Zuowen's face has not moved at all, and the movements of his hands have not shown any mercy. This situation is either you die or I live. He can't tell what the situation is, but It is indeed a situation that cannot be changed.

The pain coming from the abdomen, the sharp long claw pierced his lower abdomen, a blood hole was exposed in the waist, the blood was flowing, but Jiang Xue didn't feel much, pain - why should he care about something he was used to.

He tilted his body, leaned on his body and half knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

The death of the god judge in Honmaru is not good for the sword. Without the spiritual power support from the god judge, Jiang Xue's remaining spiritual power is not much now, let alone such a serious injury. His body had been hit hard just now, even though he still had great faith in his heart, he couldn't lift up any strength now.

Jiang Xue couldn't help laughing wryly, is there still no way?In the end, do you want to stay here forever like this?Do you want Zongsan and Xiaoye to feel the feeling of being apart from you again?

He sighed softly, put all his strength into his hands, stood up straight, looked directly at the group of people around him, chuckled lightly, took a step, but wobbled, It looks like they are going to fall down.

My vision is blurry, I can't see things clearly.

His strength was exhausted, and he could no longer control himself when he moved, and he had to exhaust his mind even to take a step forward.

Jiang Xue Zuowen's body was unstable, one of his feet landed incorrectly, and his body tilted, and he fell straight to the ground.

When he was about to fall to the ground, a huge and clean spiritual power suddenly came from the distant connection from Honmaru, filling his body for a moment, Jiang Xuezuo's eyes widened in shock, and found that his The spiritual power in the body that was about to be exhausted was filled with the help of that spiritual power.

And this kind of feeling, it's a god judge... A new god judge appeared in Honmaru, and this god judge took over Honmaru and Dao Ten!

He didn't quite understand why a new god judge could appear in Honmaru so quickly. According to the procedures, it should take a long time for the time government to successfully select a god judge to take over, but now Only three days have passed since I arrived in this world!

Only three days!When did the Government of Time act so quickly?

Jiang Xuezuo was still a little dazed, and the time-space converter on his chest emitted a golden light, which directly enveloped him. In a moment, the light and the figure disappeared completely.

Landing again, everything in front of me is so familiar, the Japanese-style building, the clean courtyard, the flying cherry petals, and the huge rattle on the veranda, this is Honmaru!

Jiang Xue Zuowen's eyes lit up, and he ignored the time-space converter on his chest that had lost its light again, and he didn't even care when it fell on the ground beside him.

Lifting his foot lightly, he took a step in the direction of the veranda, but he lost his strength. He probably finally returned to the Honmaru, which made him relax instantly. At this moment, he collapsed to the ground so directly, his body was dyed red. ground.

Indistinctly, Jiang Xuezuo heard an exclamation in a trance before he fell into a coma. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the beige-haired boy hugging a white cat on the veranda. He opened his mouth slightly, unable to say anything. After muttering loudly, he slowly closed his eyes and passed out.