The two of them spent a full hundred years together.
When Xie Ziyou once again had a premonition that he was about to leave, he no longer had any regrets.
Over the past hundred years, he and Guan Heng had walked through every corner of the continent, crossed rivers and lakes, looked at the sun, the moon, and the stars, tasted every kind of delicacy that could be named or not named, enjoyed the bright sun and spring flowers, and the flying snow in the middle of winter. Guan Heng had also become a famous director, but he had no intention of using them. Every disciple he accepted sincerely respected and loved the two of them.
The time to leave came so suddenly that Xie Ziyou didn't even have time to say goodbye to Guan Heng in person. But then again, he couldn't stand parting in person, so he hurriedly left a letter for Guan Heng.
After returning to the courtyard, Guan Heng couldn't find his lover. The candlelight was faint, and the breeze was gentle, but the figure engraved in his soul was gone.
He found a thin piece of paper on the table and wrote simply but affectionately: I love you, I'm sorry.
There was no signature, only two or three teardrops soaked in the folds of the paper.
"Fool." Guan Heng lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly. He muttered, "How could I blame you?"
The young man's face was still handsome, and his smile was still gentle.
But when he gently put down the letter, his eyes blurred.
Just then, a golden light flashed in his palm, and he heard a low buzzing sound like thunder in the cold wind. Amidst the noise, Guan Heng heard a long sigh, as if it had traveled through time and space.
"Do you want to know where he went?" the voice asked. "Do you want to follow his footsteps?"
Guan Heng's heart trembled slightly, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I won't do anything to harm you." Although the voice deliberately suppressed its tone, there was a faint trace of excitement. "You only need to tell me, are you willing to give up everything you have, even the memories of our love, and go to an unknown time and space to find the possibility of hugging again?"
It was simply a freebie question.
Guan Heng's eyes flickered with sparks. He slightly raised his head and looked at the distant horizon. The sky was slightly dark, and the Milky Way was in a single line. The lights of tens of thousands of homes filled the mountain city one after another. It was the warmest dream of every ordinary person.
The wind lifted Guan Heng's hair. He said word by word, "I'm willing."
…
Xie Ziyou entered the System Space and saw the light of System 011, which she hadn't seen for a long time. Her first reaction was to burst into tears.
The System quietly accompanied him. After a long time, Xie Ziyou finally raised his head from his sobs. He wiped his tears and said softly, "You?"
Xie Ziyou nodded and said hoarsely, "I understand."
The system's heart ached.
With Xie Ziyou's current condition, it was obviously not suitable for him to immediately enter the next phase of the mission. However, recuperating in the System Space also required points. Although it was not expensive, Xie Ziyou was currently poor and could not afford any delays.
A white light flashed, and a new mission appeared in front of Xie Ziyou.
In the Xuan Ling Continent, the strong were respected.
The protagonist, Xie Ziyou, was born with a colored glaze sword bone. He had not entered the Mysterious Realm, but he was enlightened. All the swordsmanship in the world fell into his eyes. He could easily grasp it in a flash and improve it by targeting the flaws in the swordsmanship. In other words, he was a proud son of God born for the sword.
He was born in a distinguished family, a family of swordsmanship. This family was famous for a ninth-level swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation. However, the swordsmanship was too abstruse. In recent years, the descendants of the family had at most cultivated to the seventh level. They were completely powerless against the eighth, ninth, and even the ninth level.
Xie Hengji had shown his talent when he was young. He displayed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship and was in the limelight for a while. Everyone admitted that he would be the one in the Xie family who was closest to the ancestor's cultivation in a thousand years. He was also the one who was most likely to cultivate the complete version of the Lux Shen Slash.
However, the head of the Xie family, Xie Yushen, was not happy.
This was because Xie Hengji was actually not his son.
Many years ago, when he was out adventuring, he had saved a beautiful woman by a stream in the wilderness. That woman was nine months pregnant, but she was still Xiuya and her skin was whiter than snow.
The woman opened her eyes in a daze and asked, "Who am I? Where am I?" When Xie Yushen saw that she had lost her memory, he became lustful and lied that he was her husband. He saved her and brought her home.
He had fantasized about sharing a bed with the beauty and kissing her. However, he did not expect that he would not even be able to touch her body. Only a few days later, the woman gave birth prematurely, leaving behind a crying baby boy. Then she fell ill and died not long after.
Xie Yushen, who had told his family that "this is my wife," was speechless.
He had no choice but to suffer in silence. He could only reluctantly accept this boy.
If Xie Hengji was naughty and had a despicable personality, it would be fine. Xie Yushen felt that the Xie family was wealthy and could afford to raise an idle person.
However, as Xie Hengyi grew up day by day and became a handsome young man, he revealed a talent and temperament that was completely different from Xie Yushen's. He was like a small luminous object. Every time Xie Yushen looked at him, he felt that his eyes were about to be blinded.
Xie Hengji's existence constantly reminded him that the beauty he could not forget and was obsessed with should have belonged to a man like this.
Not only was Xie Yushen unable to be the hero who took over her, but he also had to help raise someone else's son.
In addition, the wife of the Continuation Of The String, Wang Yun, persuaded Xie Yushen every day. He was finally persuaded. On the day Xie Hengji came of age, he drugged him and made him unconscious. He heartlessly took out the glazed sword bone and threw the protagonist, who was already a cripple, off the cliff.
As for Xie Ziyou, he had to play the role of Xie Yushen's son.
He had to obtain the protagonist's glazed sword bone and his cultivation level soared. However, he was still no match for the protagonist. Many years later, the protagonist came knocking on his door and skinned him alive.
Looking at the System screen in front of him, Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.
He did not like this kind of villainous plot that went against morality.
As mentioned before, there were many types of villains. Not all of them were evil people. As long as they were in a different position from the protagonist, they could be called villains.
When Xie Ziyou completed the villainous mission for the first time, he was unlucky and encountered an evil demon who committed all kinds of crimes. That mission disgusted him so much that he had to rest in the System space for three months before he could recover.
Therefore, after earning his first bucket of gold in the first world, Xie Ziyou embarked on the path of no return by spending points to complete new missions. Completing new missions only required 20 points. In the past, he could even spend 400 points to complete a mission that suited him.
But now …
The poor Xie Ziyou sniffled and reluctantly clicked [Confirm].
A whirlwind suddenly rose, and a colorless vortex rolled up air waves into the sky, drowning the human and the System.
…
The sky was dark, and the candlelight was faint.
Before he opened his eyes, Xie Ziyou choked on the pungent smell of blood. He covered his mouth and coughed softly. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried to calm down and open his glasses a little.
In front of him was a river of blood.
Scarlet blood dyed the marble steps red, and a blood vortex appeared when he stepped down. The blood was like a stream, meandering through the cracks of the stone bricks, leaving a string of twisting earthworm-like traces.
Not far away, there was a half-meter wide blood trail. It seemed that someone had been lying there with his stomach cut open, and then dragged out of the door by his ankle.
A sword that could cut iron like mud fell in front of the stone steps. The bright blade was stained with its owner's blood, and it was gloomy.
Xie Ziyou: Damn.
He had not seen such a bloody scene in many years. His brain was dizzy, and his chest was churning. He covered his mouth and retched.
"Youer!"
Not far behind him, a tender and joyful voice called out to him. Xie Ziyou's back stiffened, and he forced himself to swallow back the urge to vomit. He forced a smile and then turned around.
He was faced with a bloody white bone.
The woman in front of him was wearing pearls and jade. Her hair was shiny, and her eyes were charming. She was wearing a light pink waist-length dress, and the hem and cuffs of her dress were stained with dark red blood. They were dried by the wind and shone faintly.
Her fingertips were painted bright red, and her slender fingers were twirling the bone. The corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a greedy smile.
"Youer." The woman handed the bone to Xie Ziyou and chuckled faintly. "Mother has helped you fulfill your wish."
"That son of a bitch is dead. From today onwards, you are the most talented genius in the Xie family!"
Xie Ziyou: "…"
He really wanted to vomit.
Although the strong impact of the scene was very uncomfortable, it temporarily suppressed Xie Ziyou's longing and reluctance to part with Guan Heng. He adjusted his mentality, gritted his teeth, and reached out with trembling hands to take the bone from the woman.
"Thank … Thank you, Mother."
Xie Ziyou's voice trembled.
The woman thought that he was overjoyed, and her smile became even sweeter. She held the back of Xie Ziyou's head with her blood-stained hand and hugged the youth in her arms. She whispered, "Good Youer."
Xie Ziyou: "…"
What a pervert!
…
There was a river below the cliff. The water flowed through the valley and flowed towards the estuary in the distance.
The youth, who was covered in blood and bruises, bobbed up and down in the water. He barely managed to grab onto a piece of driftwood. Every time the river rose and fell, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his body.
No, I can't die here …
Xie Ziyou held his breath. The fine thorns on the driftwood pierced his palms, but he didn't feel it at all.
His wounds turned white from being soaked in the river water. The youth was dizzy and almost at his limit. Finally, he saw a flat riverbank.
There was a blurry figure by the riverbank. It seemed that she was washing clothes. When she saw Xie Ziyou from afar, the slender figure threw away the wooden basin in her hands and exclaimed, "Help! Someone fell into the water —"
Don't run …
Xie Ziyou thought dizzily, Won't I be finished by the time you find someone to help me?
Dear deities and Buddhas, please do a good deed and save someone —
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