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The man in black was stunned for a while.
He looked around and finally scratched his head, "Well … do you know where I can hide?"
Qin Song shook his head, "You're injured.
They have hounds with them.
Even if you bandage your wound tightly, you can't hide it from their noses. It's useless to hide anywhere. "Not to mention the hounds, even his nose couldn't hide it.
He pondered for a moment and said, "There's a lotus pond a hundred feet north from here.
If you can swim there, you can get rid of the hounds temporarily. Go up from the north bank of the lotus pond. That's the Hundred Beast Garden. You can injure a few of the fast ones and let them run around with the smell of blood. It can cause some chaos. Don't go far. Hide under the eaves above the moon cave door.
When there's a chance, sneak into the place they've searched.
It should be safe there for the time being … You can think of a way for the rest! "
"I think …" The man in black swallowed his saliva and said, "It's safer for me to take you with me."
He came up with a seemingly reliable idea in the blink of an eye. It would be more reliable to take him with him.
He climbed onto the bed and took out a dagger.
He slashed at the iron chain in his hand.
Qin Song frowned. He didn't like people who acted on their own. He said lightly, "You can't leave with me. I can't cross that lake." Even if he could leave, he wouldn't.
He was different from this assassin.
He was a monk with a temple.
The man in black buried his head in his work.
He said, "Then think of another way."
Qin Song shut his mouth and didn't say anything. For some people, saying something useless once was useless even if it was said a hundred times.
The dagger was grinding on the iron chain. The rough incision rubbed back and forth on his wrist. Soon, it brought out a piece of blurred flesh. Qin Song frowned slightly and didn't have much reaction.
A moment later, a "clang" sound was heard and Qin Song's right hand regained freedom. The man in black laughed, "It's actually made of fine iron. The King of Qin is really generous … But it's still a piece of cake for my Qing Feng!"
Just as he was about to switch to his left hand, Qin Song's expression suddenly changed. He said, "You should leave. Someone is coming."
"Don't make a fuss." The man in black didn't care and said, "It's not like I didn't make any arrangements. They won't be able to catch up to us in a short time. Besides, I didn't even hear any sound. How could you … oh no, someone really came! Do you have a back door? "
Qin Song was speechless.
There was a knock on the door from outside the courtyard. "Little Peach, open the door!"
Little Peach, who had been knocked unconscious and hidden, naturally couldn't open the door. The person didn't wait long and directly knocked the door open. Hurried footsteps rushed in and stopped outside Qin Song's room. A person said loudly, "Qin Song Gongzi, an assassin has come to the palace. Her Majesty is worried about Young Master's safety and ordered us to come and protect you."
After a pause, there was no response. The voice said again, "Qin Song Gongzi, I'm coming in."
Qin Song didn't pay attention. Those people never spoke to get his answer. No matter what he said, they would still come in.
He lowered his head and rubbed his stiff shoulder. A sharp dagger was pressed against his throat. "It sounds like Qin Yue cares about you a lot?"
… …
When Qin Yue hurried over, the chains on the bed had already been cut. A cold dagger was pressed against the youth's throat. The youth's shoulders were strangled and he stood barefoot on the ground. He was only wearing undergarments.
Qin Yue's gaze moved from his blood-stained wrist to the youth's face. He said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song stood quietly with almost no expression on his face. Qin Yue always felt that the youth's calm gaze contained a bit of impatience and ridicule. He forced someone to stay in the palace to "recuperate", but ended up being held hostage by an assassin. No matter how he looked at it, Qin Yue was incompetent.
"Ha! Ha ha! "The man in black was very proud of his wit." He really came! My luck is really not bad. "
Qin Yue didn't seem to hear him. He still looked at Qin Song gloomily and said in a low and cold voice, "Let him go, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
The man in black laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes were in high spirits. "If I'm going to die, what does it matter if you turn my bones into ashes? How about this, one living person and two dead people, you choose yourself! If you choose a living person, I'll leave and he'll live. If you choose two dead people, I'll kill him first and then I'll die … Although I don't really want to die, it's a pleasant surprise to be able to kill your beloved King Qin and make you sad for once! "
The person he loved …
Qin Yue finally turned to look at the man in black, and then looked at Qin Song. However, he saw him glance at the man in black rather speechlessly.
The bodyguard commander Chen Ce stepped forward and said coldly, "He's the same as you. He's an assassin. Do you think you can save your life by holding him hostage?"
The man in black scolded, "Am I stupid or are you stupid? Is it the assassin who will be locked in the harem? Is it the assassin Qin Yue who will come in person? Besides, I don't care who he is. Anyway, I only have him in my hands … If you don't care, then go ahead. I'll have two companions along the way with him! "
He wasn't good at negotiating, so he didn't waste any more words. He tightened his grip on the dagger and looked at Qin Yue. "Qin Yue, to live or to die, you choose yourself!" His tone was relaxed and carefree, but his expression was very dignified. His whole body was tense like a cheetah ready to pounce.
Qin Yue looked at the two with a gloomy face and didn't say a word.
The man in black suddenly said, "Then he's going to die."
He sighed and leaned close to the young man's ear. "I'm sorry to drag you into this!" The dagger in his hand was pulled back, and a line of blood bloomed on the young man's white skin …
"Stop!" Qin Yue shouted in a low voice. He stared at the man in black's dagger again and stopped at the young man's neck. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "Let them go!"
The man in black smiled. "That's right! I've always said that my luck has been good. "
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce said anxiously, "This traitor's martial arts are very strong, and he has tried to assassinate Your Majesty time and time again. If we miss this opportunity, next time … Your Majesty, just for one …"
Qin Yue coldly interrupted, "There are more than ten million people in the world who want to kill me. It doesn't make much of a difference whether he's there or not. Do you think that I'm afraid of an assassin? "
Qin Yue looked at Qin Song, only to see that Qin Song had a leisurely look on his face. It was as though the one who had almost been decapitated was someone else, as though they were talking about the life and death of someone else at this moment. As for himself, he was an outsider who had nothing to do with himself, watching the excitement of others. Qin Yue couldn't help but feel anger rising from his heart as he said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song looked at him.
Qin Yue said coldly, "If I don't see you in an hour, no one will be left in the hostage residence."
"Your Majesty really thinks highly of me." Qin Song finally spoke for the first time. His tone was indifferent. "Your Majesty, why don't you just say that you want to kill Chu?"
Qin Yue said indifferently, "That's not a problem."
Qin Song was exasperated. Who did he offend? He snorted coldly and said, "Do you want me to tie him up and send him to Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue said coldly, "Qin Song, don't test my patience!"
The man in black looked at the two of them blankly and said, "That, you're really not his …? What are you … "
"Shut up!" Qin Song finally couldn't stand him and said angrily, "What does this have to do with you?"
"Oh!" The man in black looked at the dagger he was holding against Qin Song's neck. What does this have to do with him?
"Are you leaving or not?" Qin Song said impatiently, "If you don't leave, then go up and fight!"
The man in black said sullenly, "I can't win …"
Since he couldn't win, he could only leave.
Qin Yue looked coldly at the two of them slowly retreating into the darkness and said in a low voice, "Chen Ce, follow them … and bring him back."
Chen Ce nodded and left quickly with his men.
When his figure disappeared, Qin Yue said again, "Rho Minoris."
A low voice came from the darkness, "Here."
"You go too. If … you bring him back!" Qin Yue's face was cold and his voice was bone-chilling. "… Regardless of life or death."
Qin Song, I told you not to test my patience.
Qin Song, you better not be playing tricks.
…
The night was like a layer of thick fog that filled the palace. It was as if there were countless fierce beasts crouching in the dark corners, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.
Three-quarters of an hour had passed, but the people who went had not returned.
Qin Yue was dressed in a black robe. His gaze was cold and gloomy. His anger was like the damp and cold night. His right fist slowly clenched.
Finally, he couldn't wait to fly out? He didn't even care about his master, his Chu.
A series of heavy footsteps came from the corner. Chen Ce hurried over and reported in a low voice, "Found him!"
Found him? Qin Yue was stunned, and his heart sank again. Found him, but not brought him back.
Qin Yue looked at Chen Ce, who seemed to want to shrink his head into his shoulders. He didn't dare to ask and only said coldly, "… Lead the way."
Then, he saw Qin Song.
Under the hazy moonlight, a young man in white sat quietly under a peach blossom tree. His body was dotted with falling petals, and his black hair was scattered … Such a quiet and beautiful scene, but because of the sword hilt exposed in the young man's chest, it made people feel cold all over.
The young man covered his chest with his hand. Blood flowed from between his fingers.
Qin Yue swayed and stared at the young man. His whole body was like a bow that had been pulled to its limit. For a moment, he couldn't move.
"Your Majesty," Chen Ce said in a low voice, "That traitor said that he couldn't come here in vain … Before he left, he stabbed him in the chest."
Qin Yue didn't seem to hear. He slowly walked forward and squatted in front of the young man. He squeezed his shoulder tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Qin Song?"
Qin Song opened his eyes. His gaze was clear. He said, "Sorry, I want to try."
"Qin Song … Qin Song!"
A cold light flashed. His surprised voice suddenly turned into an incredulous rage. Qin Yue covered his chest and took a few steps back. There was a sharp dagger in his chest.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce was scared out of his wits. He rushed forward, only to see the young man stomp on the tree trunk. His body spun rapidly in the air. He gathered his strength and kicked the handle of the dagger that Qin Yue was about to pull out.
"Puff!" The dagger disappeared from the handle.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He roared, "Take him down!"
Qin Song flipped over and landed on the ground. Before he could take a step, he felt someone grab his wrist. The rough and strong hand was like an iron hoop. It almost broke his bones.
Qin Song turned around and was met with Qin Yue's gloomy eyes. They were cold and brutal, as if a violent storm was brewing …
Qin Song didn't think. He pulled out a dagger from his chest. Half of the blade was gone. He slashed it at Qin Yue's throat.
Qin Yue didn't dodge. He stared at him with his gloomy eyes. The hand that was holding Qin Song's wrist pulled hard!
Qin Song staggered. Before he could steady himself, his whole body shook. He was sent flying two steps by the huge force. He hit the tree trunk heavily. It was only then that he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.
Qin Song opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out to grab the black iron arrow that was as thick as a thumb. He wanted to pull himself out of the tree. However, with the little strength he had left, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He tried several times, but to no avail.
"What a terrifying arrow." Qin Song gave up trying. In fact, if it wasn't for Qin Yue's pull, he would have become a corpse. However, his current situation wasn't any better.
"Qin Song."
The corner of a loose black robe appeared in his sight. Qin Song didn't have time to think. He was held by the chin and lifted up.
"I didn't die." Qin Yue looked at him coldly. "Are you disappointed?"
Qin Song coughed out a mouthful of blood and smiled. His voice was weak and his gaze was unfocused. "Yes!"
As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes." He had calculated everything, even his escape route. However, he didn't expect that the moment he attacked, he would suddenly feel a sharp pain in his head. It was as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer. That was why he missed the target by a little. Otherwise, even if Qin Yue was wearing an inner armor, he would have already died.
"Good, good …" Qin Yue spat out a mouthful of blood. He smiled coldly and nodded. "Very good … Qin Song …"
The young man in thin underwear was half covered in blood. His right hand was hanging limply. His left hand was holding the pitch-black shaft of the arrow. His slender white fingers were covered in blood. The blood flowed down his wrist.
Qin Yue gasped for breath. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed the iron arrow on the young man's shoulder. He pushed it down.
"Ah!" Qin Song groaned in pain. He arched his back in pain.
Qin Yue was satisfied to see that the hateful smile on the young man's face had finally disappeared. He watched as the young man bit his lip and cold sweat dripped down the tip of his nose …
In his mind, the image of the young man leaning lazily on the couch and drinking wine with his head raised. The image of the young man hovering in the air and ruthlessly kicking the dagger in his chest alternated. Qin Song, good, Qin Song, you're good!
He pulled with all his might.
Blood splattered. Qin Song groaned. His fingers clasped the trunk of the tree. He forced himself to lean against the trunk and not fall down. He took deep breaths. "So f * cking painful!"
The black and blood-stained iron arrow was thrown in front of him. Qin Yue turned and walked away. His cold voice was filled with coldness. "Don't let him die."
Whether it was love or hate, he did not want to waste it on irrelevant people.
Since he owed it a favor this time, and it came to him to ask for it, he had to return the favor. He asked, "What do you want me to do?"
The System suddenly smiled. "Although I can't use the Seal of Samsara to extract living souls, there are some people who have a strong obsession when they die and can't be reincarnated. I can use this gap to bring them over and throw them into the world that is about to be born … However, I can only throw one person into a world, and it can't be a character who is too important. As for who to choose and what mission to assign — you know, I'm not good at this … "It had tried a hundred thousand times and succeeded only once because the System ignored it.
"You're so humble." With your level, how could the words "not good" be enough to describe it? Linno asked, "You even assign missions … What rewards do you have to give to people?"
"Uh …" The System scratched its head. "Let them be human in their next life?"
It turned out that the System had nothing to offer and was prepared to get something for nothing. Because of his understanding of a certain System, Linno was not surprised by this answer at all.
Linno said, "You should first find people who have the intention of transmigrating or reincarnating!" Jiang Taigong was fishing, and those who were willing to take the bait would take. In this world, there were still many people who did not want any rewards and just wanted to be reborn.
A bamboo scroll appeared in the System's hand out of thin air. It handed it over and said, "This thing can see through all ages. You can use it to look up information or contact me."
"Your terminal?"
"Yes, you can say so." The System's figure gradually disappeared. "I'll go and bring in the souls."
*****
After a period of time, the System sat in front of Linno weakly. "Thirty-two transmigrators and eighteen reincarnators. Only two of them succeeded. The rest died."
"That's normal." Linno was reading a novel in the Book of Ten Thousand Ages. As he drank by himself, he said casually, "Whether it's reincarnation or transmigration, it can't improve their abilities at all. Looking at this kind of novel, to succeed, most of them have a cheat or meet a benefactor. What's the use of just relying on a script? Moreover, the original male and female protagonists have the blessing of luck. Unless the reincarnators originally had a great advantage, they lost all their advantages because of their own stupidity in their previous life, or they had accumulated enough wisdom before they were reborn, they can only succeed. As for transmigrating, it completely depends on the ability of the transmigrator. Just pick those who were born in a difficult environment and have a strong personality and outstanding ability. Most importantly, you just need to give them a general mission. Don't add to the mess. "
The biggest advantage of reading a novel in the Book of Ten Thousand Ages was that the pages could be turned with just a thought. It was very convenient.
"But the success rate is still too low!"
Linno said lightly. "Anyway, this is all I can do. I'm not a real emotional expert. You can search according to this standard first, and then find a real expert to help you later. "
The System's eyes widened. "You're going to wash your hands of this?"
Linno lowered his head and continued reading the novel. He did not even look at the System. He said lightly, "How much of a friendship do you think we have?"
"You …" The System was very angry. It raised its hand and wanted to take back the Book of Ten Thousand Ages in Linno's hand. However, it was afraid of angering him even more, so it did not dare to do so. It suppressed its anger and said, "How is it for me? You also felt the power of creation from the two people who completed the mission, right? If you wash your hands of this, this will be gone! "
"Oh."
Linno flipped the pages in boredom. He had experienced too much in the past few years. The love and hatred in the novel could not enter his heart.
He did feel the so-called power of creation. However, he also felt that even if he did nothing, his world was constantly improving itself. He really did not care about that weak power that was almost non-existent.
"You only helped to come up with ideas and choose people. The less you do, the less you get," the System said. "If it were you …"
Linno finally looked up and said with a half-smile, "Are you trying to trick me into helping you with the mission?"
The System choked and said, "How is that a trick? I'm telling the truth …"
Linno lowered his head. "I'm not interested."
Seeing that he was so stubborn, the System had no choice. It walked around in circles and said, "You don't care about that little power of creation, but you don't care about the Huoer either?"
"Huoer?" Linno was stunned. "What's wrong with it?"
"Don't tell me you still don't know? You brought it here! "
"Hmm?"
Linno closed his eyes and began to search. Huoer was the Flame of Nirvana. If it did not actively release its power, no one in this world would be able to sense its existence. However, Linno had raised it for hundreds of years. In addition, this was his world. He quickly realized something was wrong. A formless, quiet flame appeared in his hand.
Linno frowned. Huoer was not transmitting any information.
"What's wrong with Huoer?"
"It's fine now," the System said. "The laws of time in your world are incomplete. Here, other than you and me, everything is in a stagnant state. Huoer is the same. However, it's hard to say in the future. "
"What do you mean?"
The System said, "If you pay more attention, you should realize that the energy in your world is becoming thinner and thinner. Space is also shrinking. That's because the world is evolving its laws and consuming energy. Huoer is a part of your world. Its energy is also being absorbed. After a certain amount, it will slowly dissipate. If you want to protect it, you either have to bring it into another world or provide it with enough energy. "
Linno could tell that the System was telling the truth. He put Huoer back between his eyebrows. He realized that he could not stop its energy from dissipating. After a moment of silence, he said, "I remember you said that because I don't have the Mark of Reincarnation on me, I can't reincarnate in your master's world."
In this world, he could be ruthless to anyone. However, Huoer was an exception. During his lowest years, Huoer was always by his side. It was also because of him that Huoer gained sentience. In his heart, Huoer was like his own child.
"Of course I have a way!" Seeing that Linno was finally moved, the System proudly said, "Although there's no way to reincarnate like a normal person, as long as you two come to an agreement, you can take over his life."
Linno said, "You already planned this?"
The System chuckled and said, "Open the world numbered Jinjiang * * * * * *."
The Book of Ten Thousand Ages was not an ordinary object. Linno thought about it and a story appeared in his mind. It was a bit like the male version of The Legend of Xi Shi.
It was a very melodramatic story.
It was said that it was an era of warlords fighting for hegemony. Western Qin rose to power and destroyed Han, Zhao, and Wei. Only Southern Chu and Northern Qi were left. Although Southern Chu was big, it was famous for its literary style. It was not outstanding in martial arts. The people of Southern Chu were fond of poetry, wine, and romance. Even men liked to be weak. As for the remaining two countries, Western Qin was sitting on the mighty pass and had destroyed three countries. It was an unstoppable period. Northern Qi's cavalry was valiant and did not fear any strong enemy.
With a fierce tiger by their side, Southern Chu was scared witless. In order to avoid being destroyed by Western Qin one day, they sent over their princess and a large number of "betrothal gifts" with trepidation, hoping to ease the crisis through marriage.
Western Qin's monarch accepted the princess graciously. However, he specifically asked Southern Chu to send the second prince, Yi 'an, as a hostage. He also asked Qin Song and Qiu Yun to serve as his subordinates. It should be known that Western Qin's monarch, Qin Yue, was the most masculine, and the second prince, Yi 'an, was the most handsome man in Southern Chu. Qin Song and Qiu Yun were famous scholars in Southern Chu and were known as the Twin Jade Annulus of Southern Chu. Not only did they have outstanding looks, but one of them was good at music and the other was good at poetry. Qin Song and Qiu Yun were not their real names. They were elegant nicknames given to them by the people of Southern Chu. Now that Qin Yue had specifically asked for these three, his motive was self-evident.
Although the people of Southern Chu felt unbearably ashamed, they also breathed a sigh of relief. They hastily packed up the three and sent them to Western Qin.
Qin Yue was truly a lecherous devil. That day, he had spent the night with Prince Yi An, and after that, they were extremely intimate. It was as if he was even tired of the state affairs.
Qin Yue was lecherous. Although Prince Yi An was exceptionally good-looking, he could not fully devote himself to him. He also wanted to enjoy Young Sir Qiu Yun and Qin Song Gongzi. Yet who knew that Qin Song liked Yi An, so he refused and tactfully refused. However, was Qin Yue the type to have tender feelings for the fairer sex? He directly used force. Qin Song swore to die and stabbed Qin Yue as he struggled. Qin Yue was furious. First, he tortured him. Then, he had the lowliest criminal slave humiliate him to death.
Qin Song's tragic death awakened Yi An and Qiu Yun, who were immersed in Qin Yue's affectionate facade. They quietly began to accumulate power, weaved information networks, gathered connections, and raised men of sacrifice. Then, on a dark and windy night, Yi An escaped by faking his death under the cover of Qiu Yun.
Yi An was gone, so Qiu Yun was naturally unlucky. Qin Yue was furious. He also had a whole new level of respect for Qiu Yun, who had always been gentle and weak in front of him. She had actually done so many things behind his back! Thus, Qin Yue humiliated Qiu Yun in every possible way. However, he found that she was tenacious and unyielding. She was talented and intelligent. She was as warm and moving as the winter sun. Thus, he gradually fell in love with her.
Later, Yi An went to the three countries, which were occupied by Qin Yue. He gathered a lot of power. When Qin Yue was out on patrol, he surrounded his side palace. Naturally, he wanted to kill Qin Yue and save Qiu Yun. However, at this time, Qiu Yun suddenly found that she had fallen deeply in love with Qin Yue after experiencing many things with him.
Thus, Yi An, who loved Qiu Yun deeply, left under Qiu Yun's pleading and threats. The ending was — HE.
This was the main text.
Then, it talked about the happy lives of Qin Yue, Qiu Yun, and Yi An more than ten years later.
Seeing that Linno had finished reading the message, the System sighed and said, "Western Qin was tyrannical. Five years after the end of the main text, it was destroyed." Thus, the creation of the world failed.
Linno nodded. It was not uncommon to start a war because of love, but to maintain peace because of love was too difficult.
"If the creation of the world succeeds, can I put Huoer into that world?" He did not mind ruining this kind of plot.
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