Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The golden ginkgo leaves fell from high above in the center of the chessboard, following the wind.

The young man with a long sword on his waist sat upright on the futon, thinking carefully about the meaning of the situation on the chessboard and the position of the next move.

It was not until the third ginkgo leaf fell that the young man raised his head and looked at the man across the chessboard.

There was a little laziness between the man's eyebrows, and he leaned leisurely against the tree trunk. The thunder hidden in his slightly narrowed eyes could be seen faintly.

"General?"

Yan Qing looked at Jing Yuan, who was lost in thought, suspiciously, thinking that maybe the general finally didn't find the opportunity to steal the chess piece this time, and was thinking about how to find a good reason to run away.

"It's okay," Jing Yuan picked up a chess piece with his fingers, and blew away the three ginkgo leaves the moment he dropped the piece. "It's just that I haven't heard the sound of 'Wu Ye' coming out of its sheath for a long time."

"Wu Ye?"

Yan Qing pondered for a moment and murmured, "General, are you talking about the sword without an owner?"

"Wu Ye..." Jing Yuan's eyes flashed with a brief recollection, "That's a good story."

"General."

Jing Yuan ended the game of chess after saying this, and did not forget to throw the chess piece in his palm back to the chessboard when he turned around and left.

"General, you stole the chess piece again!"

"I've said it so many times, this is called a surprise attack."

Jing Yuan left with a smile, his eyes under his bangs always looking at the sky, as if he had crossed the obstacles of the universe and saw the scene of the black sword coming out of its sheath again.

Not far away, as expected, a petite pink-haired figure appeared, which was also expected.

"Mr. Fu seems to have been waiting for a long time."

"General, you should also know why I am here."

"Well... you can naturally feel Wu Ye coming out of the sheath," Jing Yuan nodded slightly, "If Mr. Fu still has doubts, why don't you trust Bu Suan's observation?"

Fu Xuan clenched his right fist tightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I don't want to believe it."

No longer believe it.

...

...

The sword is called Wu Ye.

It is said that it is an unfinished sword forged by Bai Ye Ying Xing. The sword body is completely black. Even if it is placed in a pile of firewood, it is no different from a firewood stick.

The hilt is engraved with dragon patterns but has never been filled with color. Only by killing the enemy can it add a deep blood color.

Dan Heng knew that this sword and Ji Yun were both made by Ying Xing. They were the weapons he took away when he left Luofu. This experience is quite mysterious.

Wuye once had an owner, leaving a moment of glory in Luofu's history, but it was gone in a flash.

This ownerless sword appeared outside Danheng's door.

"I will help you leave Luofu, but you have to do something for me."

Danheng never saw the owner of the voice, only the sword box containing Wuye was placed outside the door. The voice said lightly: "When you see someone who is qualified to hold this sword, give it to him."

"Then I will know."

The voice quickly disappeared, and Danheng also hesitated for a moment before carrying the sword box on his back and leaving Luofu with Jiyun.

From the first time he saw Anming, Danheng felt a sense of disharmony. At first, he didn't know why, until Xing held the bat in his hand, while Anming had nothing in his hands.

It turned out that he was missing a weapon.

Danheng found an excuse to temporarily leave the team, returned to the train and took out the sword box that had been sealed for a long time from the think tank's room.

From the first moment I saw An Ming, there was no reason, I just felt that he should have such a sword in his hand.

Just like Clipper's hammer will never stop, and the journey of pioneering has no end, everything is so natural, Dan Heng took Wu Ye away from the train.

An Ming held Wu Ye thrown by Dan Heng, it was so natural, it should have been so from the beginning.

The sword body was so black that it couldn't even reflect light, as if it was the darkest night before dawn, without a trace of light.

At the moment of opening the blood burst, An Ming could feel the blood boiling deep in his body. Unlike the burning life of driving the Molten Knight, the blood burst was igniting all the blood in the body and erupting with power beyond the limit of the human body.

Holding the hilt of the sword was like holding the hand of an old friend. Although there was no memory, the body moved very smoothly.

Wu Ye was unsheathed.

The sword blade as gorgeous as moonlight penetrated the clouds, unsheathed, and then slashed horizontally.

"Kill!"

The desire to cut off the enemy in front of him burned with it, and the will of the world attached to the tip of the sword, pouring out a blade like clear moonlight, accompanied by a violent roar, and the huge Doomsday Beast fell to the edge of the platform.

The shrill sword marks were still flowing with lingering moonlight, like the only moonlight in the darkest night.

"?"

Ms. March Seven turned her head stiffly, and after confirming that it was An Ming standing there, she rubbed her eyes again,Somewhat tired, she put away her bow and arrow.

"Oh... I told you not to stay up late, you're already hallucinating."

He was killed as soon as he showed his head. It was a dream. He was diagnosed as having hallucinations due to staying up late.

Xing silently lowered her head and glanced at the bat in her hand. She felt that she was behind by half. When she was still thinking that rules are meant to be broken, others had already killed them with a sword.

"So... you are the emperor of heaven."

She sighed and felt that she might as well make a decision in the next life. This life was a bit unlucky.

Ji Zi looked at the two people in a daze and sighed helplessly. She silently summoned the orbital cannon to finish off the enemy. The Doomsday Beast just fell asleep, not really dead.

The rays of destruction fell from above the universe, giving the Doomsday Beast a full body spa and ending the farce. The threat to the space station was also initially lifted.

An Ming stood there after he slashed the sword. Something was vaguely emerging in his mind, but he just couldn't remember it. He could only see a blurry picture.

He saw a pink-haired girl with a face blurred by a cloud of mist kneeling on the ground, holding his hand tightly, crying with tears in her eyes, but no sound could be heard.

"System, where are you?"

An Ming cursed at the air, saying it was unreliable. This guy didn't care about after-sales service at all. He ran away after simulating once? Scumbag system, right!

How can there be such an irresponsible system? Believe it or not, he will go to the Universiade Crossing Center to complain about you!

"I understand."

Just as An Ming was denouncing the scumbag system for being irresponsible, San Yueqi took out a pair of round-frame glasses from somewhere and put them on his face, staring at An Ming with a wise look that saw through all the truth.

"I understand you completely, An Ming. You are so scheming."

"No, what do you understand?"

An Ming looked at the nervous San Yue Qi with a confused face. It couldn't be that the sword just now had damaged some nerve of Ms. San Yue.

"Your name is An Ming. You usually pretend to be an author who is good at writing succubus novels, but your real purpose is to show your skills at the critical moment, to gain our trust by being a hero and saving the beauty, and sneak into the train group!"

The more San Yue Qi talked, the more he felt it made sense. Xing nodded vigorously beside him, and asked seriously:

"When will you write "Succubus Star"?"