Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

It was too quiet around, so quiet that I could hear the beating of my own heart.

The Pope's gaze stayed outside the window, as if there was something that attracted his attention, Ji Xingyun also stared in that direction for a moment, but there was nothing but the verdant tree tops and a blue sky.

Maybe this man can see things he can't.

Since that loud cannon fire, there has been no other sound, even the chirping of birds, beasts and insects in nature has completely disappeared.

It was as if this space had been isolated from the world, leaving only the two of them.

It's too quiet, so quiet that it's a bit scary, and people can't help but start to think about it.

Ji Xingyun lowered his eyelashes and squeezed his fingers anxiously.

Her pink nails were stretched white.

He remembered the system's description of the sleeping prince.

The prince held a silver sword and killed countless enemies. The silver sword accompanied him to enjoy countless glory, but fell silent for a long time...

Ji Xingyun frowned, lost in thought.

The enemy of the Christians is the leader of the country.

Does that mean that the one standing on the opposite side is likely to be the prince.

The system once said that the silver sword has the terrifying power to turn back time.

If you relax your thinking a bit, will there be such a possibility...

The power of the silver sword reversed time and took him back in time, and what he experienced was an event that had happened before.

A fierce battle broke out between gangsters and the royal family here.

Wang Ziqi almost failed, and was trapped in a transparent coffin by gangsters, which was sealed for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Or... the prince defeated the gangsters, but fell into a deep sleep in the palace for unknown reasons.

No matter what the result is, it means that what he wants is not here, but in the prince.

But this is only speculation and cannot prove its authenticity.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that he stayed here with nothing to do, just sitting and waiting to die.

I can't find the way out of the silver sword, and I can't go back to reality.

If you stay by the man's side with peace of mind, maybe you won't encounter any danger, and you can guarantee your own safety.

But Ji Xingyun understands the truth of seeking wealth and risk.

Ji Xingyun, who had made up his mind to pay attention, breathed a sigh of relief, and while the Pope's attention was still attracted by the outside, he sneaked out with light steps.

His heart was beating fast, and his nervousness was only slightly relieved when he breathed in the fresh air.

He couldn't believe that he ran out so easily, but the bright sunshine outside told him that it was true.

The Pope has always behaved like a normal person in front of him, and they occasionally talk about little things that don't matter.

He would be angry because of the untasteful coffee, and also because the place where he stood blocked the sunlight, and because he kept avoiding it by pretending to be stupid, asking him over and over again what he thought about the evil god story.

He would also choke him in a strange way, making him speechless.

But no matter what the man does, Ji Xingyun will still have a latent sense of fear towards him, because this man is so much like the villain Boss.

All this stemmed from his fueling, but he never really intervened, and in the end he put himself in the position of a bystander.

Whether it is the assembly of the crowd, the unilateral view of the royal family as the devil, or today's plan, it is all determined by the spontaneous planning of those believers.

He did nothing.

Only occasionally appear in front of everyone, and say a few perfunctory words, may God bless you all.

Those guys were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They really thought they were guided by God and did a series of things that Ji Xingyun couldn't understand.

Whether it's people who don't believe in him or their devout believers, men treat them equally, that is...

——Don't look down on anyone.

Pure malice cannot accurately describe him. Such a person... or a god, did not put himself on the same level as human beings at all.

Who can empathize with ants on the side of the road?

As long as the stage is set up, the ants can put on a good show for him for free.

Maybe when he is in a happy mood, he will drop some bread crumbs casually, and the ants will be grateful to him and become more loyal to his beliefs.

They consciously fight for the gods to drive out the devils who have no faith and offend the gods.

Little did they know that the god they believed in was watching them fight with great interest.

Under the bright sun, Ji Xingyun felt a little cold in his palms.

He took a step forward, touching a thin line.

It's like a completely transparent film, if you don't get close, you can't find it at all.

The film sank with the poking of his fingers, and then slowly bounced up again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pierce this seemingly soft barrier at all.

The familiar hotness emanated from the palm, and the barrier where it was in contact with the palm was slowly disappearing.

***

The young man struggled to prop up his body with the sword, his body was covered with red blood, and there were people lying all around him.

The teenager suffered serious injuries that affected his mobility somewhat.

But he didn't care, he just bit off a piece of cloth and tied it firmly to the wound to stop the bleeding.

It was he who underestimated the gangsters.

I thought it was just a group of mobs, but I didn't expect them to have some strength.

He came here not to smash their conspiracy, but to have other plans.

He has only one purpose from beginning to end, to kill their leader.

If we don't get rid of the mastermind behind the scenes, even if we kill this batch of lunatics, there will be another batch.

The soldiers he had brought were fighting the madmen.

And he broke through the siege with all his strength, and came to the depths of the palace.

The boy was accidentally attacked by an alchemist when he was breaking out of the siege. The alchemist had a very strange magic weapon, which was a small piece of white silk thread.

The silk thread looks ordinary, but it is sharper than any knife.

If he hadn't dodged fast enough, his right arm would probably have been completely cut off by a thin thread.

The young man had no intention of entangled with them too much, and swiped the dagger casually, directly killing the alchemist.

This group of magicians and alchemists have a fatal flaw. They have no force, and their bodies are much more fragile than ordinary people.

As long as they can be killed with one blow before they cast their spells, these people are nothing to be afraid of.

The wound was still bleeding out in strands and strands, as if to drain all the blood in the body.

He spilled a handful of hemostats, but nothing worked.

His eyes were blood red, and even his vision was blurred due to excessive blood loss.

The breath is full of thick bloody smell.

Fishy, ​​pungent, very bad smell.

But the boy smelled something else.

He raised his head blankly, choking for breath slightly.

He remembered the description of the Pope by the spies hiding here.

Thrilling, unable to look directly at.

At the beginning, the young man couldn't associate these two words together. Since he couldn't look directly, how could he come to a shocking conclusion?

He thought that the spy was in a daze, so he sent back such an ambiguous message in a daze.

He casually discarded the information and sneered.

How could there be a god in this world?

In this world...how could there be...God.

The young man looked forward blankly, he couldn't even blink his eyes.

The sun was so dazzling that he couldn't help but shed tears.

Tears dilute the blood in his eyes, allowing him to see more clearly.

Dazzling golden light bloomed behind the man, and his slender fingers gently supported the emerald green branches, and slowly poked his head out.

His downcast eyes were calm.

***

Ji Xingyun finally walked through the grove, and was about to walk far away to see if there were any clues.

As soon as he came out, he happened to see a person covered in blood walking towards him.

He looked young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although his face was smeared with blood, it was not difficult to see that he had a good appearance.

But contrary to his appearance, his eyes were full of ferocity that was not seen by his peers, his whole body was full of terrifying murderous aura, and the long sword supporting his body was still bleeding.

Like...like a wolf cornered.

Anyone who leans over will be bitten mercilessly.

Before Ji Xingyun had time to react, the man gave him a complicated look, and then fell down with a plop.

Ji Xingyun: "..."

He wanted to pretend he didn't see it, and turned around to leave.

But before walking a few meters away, he couldn't help but stop.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Xingyun walked over resignedly.

He still couldn't help but watch a living person fall in front of him.

The wound on the boy's arm was as deep as the bone, and the crimson blood completely soaked through the thin cloth, and in just a short while, a small puddle was accumulated on the ground.

His face was pale due to excessive blood loss, his body trembled unconsciously, and he took a shallow breath for a long time.

The breath of death hangs over the boy's head, and the god of death is waiting to harvest this young life.

Ji Xingyun had never felt that death was so close to him, he hurriedly pressed on the wound, hoping to stop the continuous bleeding.

Scarlet blood dripped from between his fingers, and his pressure didn't work at all.

Just when he was at a loss and was thinking whether to ask someone for help, a thread-like white light ran out from the boy's wound. The white light seemed to have encountered some natural enemy, and twisted in a very humane way to escape.

A black mist gushed out of Ji Xingyun's hand, and the black mist quickly ran towards the white light who was trying to escape, swallowing it arrogantly.

Then it seemed to be full, and it gave a small black full belch.

The full-fledged black mist approached Ji Xingyun cautiously, it transformed into a short finger, and lightly poked Ji Xing's face.

After doing this action, the black mist suddenly stopped moving, floating in mid-air and turned over by the wind.

It wobbled and regained its footing, carefully hiding the place where it touched the boy in the middle, and then slowly and reluctantly returned to Ji Xingyun's palm.

Ji Xingyun stared at the palm of his hand in a daze, the little black mole became darker, as if it was pressing on the red mole.

For some reason, he actually saw emotions on the two dots.

One was arrogant, and the other was wronged.

Can moles actually become solid?

It has no relationship with its owner, right?

It seemed that the feeling of being touched still remained on his face, and Ji Xingyun couldn't help rubbing his fingers.

The painful murmur disturbed Ji Xingyun's thoughts and brought him back to his senses.

The bleeding from the young man's wound stopped, and the horrible wound was showing a tendency to heal.

He frowned tightly, his long eyelashes trembling, as if he was about to wake up.