Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

The next day, Xu Yan's condition recovered. Nan Ze was completely relieved upon seeing this, but he still kept an eye on him all the time, fearing that he would have a headache again.

The program team has arranged relatively few activities today, only one, which is making a snowman.

It snowed heavily last night and it hasn't stopped yet, so the outdoor activities we had planned had to be put on hold. Now the six of us can only gather in the living room to play board games to kill time, waiting for the snow to stop so we can go out and make snowmen.

Nan Ze wished that the snow would keep falling. He hated snow and didn't want to make a snowman at all. This made Nan Ze look unhappy and listless. The comments were all concerned about whether he had caught a cold and fever from Xu Yan.

Of course Xu Yan knew why he was like this. After all, Nan Ze hated snow just like he hated the smell of blood.

It was windy and snowy outside, but it was warm and comfortable inside the house. Xie Zixuan, who didn't like playing board games, leaned on Xie Zixuan's shoulder and fell asleep. Xie Zixuan raised his hand and gently put his sister's head, which was about to fall, back on his shoulder, his eyes soft and gentle.

[Oh my god, Xie Ersha can actually be so manly. Is it because Mr. Xie is online? ]

[I envy you. I don’t know who I envy, but I envy you anyway. ]

[Don't they say that boy-girl twins don't look very similar? Why do I feel like Sister Xuan and Ersha are twins?]

[Who cares? I want both! ]

......

It was also the first time that Nan Ze saw Xie Zixuan like this, and he looked at him a few more times with curiosity.

As a result, Xie Zixuan, who felt Nan Ze's gaze, looked over immediately, raised his chin slightly like a peacock spreading its tail, with an expression that said, "I'm considerate, come on and praise me."

Nan Ze twitched his lips, withdrew his gaze with disgust, and instead stared at the profile of the person next to him, trying to wash his eyes.

Xu Yan, who was looking at the function card in his hand and thinking about how to play the next one, felt the gaze beside him and turned to look over in confusion, which made Nan Ze unable to help but lean over and peck the corner of his lips.

The barrage of comments suddenly became boiling with screams.

Ji Beidou, who was sitting on the other side of Xu Yan, had fingerprints on the cards in his hand.

"What are we going to eat for lunch?" Lan Yumiao, who is always lively and doesn't like dull conversation, started the topic, but considering that Xie Zixuan was asleep, her voice was very soft.

"Nan Ze and Zixuan cooked last night, so why don't you let me and Brother Xu cook for lunch today?" Ji Beidou immediately responded with a smile and looked at Xu Yan, asking for his opinion.

Nan Ze was about to get angry and refuse, but Xu Yan rubbed his head and agreed, "Okay."

"But I said it at the beginning of the show, I am the only one who can eat the food cooked by the gentleman!" Nan Ze grabbed Xu Yan's hand somewhat aggrievedly.

Xu Yan was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "Then I'll help out and not cook, is that okay?"

Nan Ze immediately nodded with satisfaction.

Ji Beidou’s teeth were about to break.

[Hahahahahahahahahaha! Ji Beidou is playing me! I’m so jealous! ]

[Why do I feel like Beidou seems to like our Ah Yan? Am I a lesbian? ]

[Sister, you are not alone. ]

[Really, I can eat a lot just by watching the live broadcast every day. 】

[Of course not. My dog ​​said it was good after seeing it.]

......

There was still some time before lunch time, but since they had to prepare six servings, Xu Yan and Ji Beidou got up early and prepared to go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients they had exchanged yesterday.

Nan Ze originally wanted to come along to help, but was stopped by Xu Yan. He could only endure Xie Zixuan's harassment that was so irritating to the eyes and ears, but his eyes were fixed on Xu Yan's figure in the kitchen.

"Brother Xu, what do you want to eat?" After finally being able to be alone with Xu Yan, Ji Beidou looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked.

Xu Yan just glanced at him calmly and mouthed, "Mission."

Ji Beidou's eyes immediately narrowed.

After Xu Yan's reminder, he also sensed the information fluctuations coming from the deep world, and the entire kitchen was shrouded in an illusion barrier. Two people with similar figures, hairstyles and clothes also appeared here. Under the cover of the illusion, in everyone's eyes, these two people were Xu Yan and Ji Beidou, and even if someone walked in and talked to them closely, they would not be able to find anything unusual.

The two cameras here were also taken over by the authorities. The officials in charge were filming with ease while directing the actions of the stand-ins, striving to avoid any mistakes under the eyes of tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room.

This time was different from the last time when Xu Yan's soul only entered the deep world. This time he went there as a whole person, because the energy of the deep world had rioted ahead of time, and as real people and also the "kings" of the deep world, they needed to take care of this matter.

Ji Beidou followed Xu Yan into the deep world. The deep world has its own rules, and as "kings", their appearance will also change because of it.

Although he was also wearing a black suit at this moment, it was very close-fitting, much like the tights worn for figure skating, but more flowing and gorgeous, especially the fire phoenix hovering and dancing above his clothes. In this world without light, where one can only see things with the faint red light from the scarlet cracks in the sky, it was gorgeous and eye-catching.

In comparison, Xu Yan was too low-key. A pure black new Chinese-style long windbreaker completely covered the soaring five-clawed dragon on his Chinese formal suit. Only when he walked could a hint of bright silver-blue be vaguely seen.

After entering the deep world, Ji Beidou did not approach Xu Yan as he did in the real world. His handsome face was full of solemnity and seriousness. He followed Xu Yan silently all the way, observing his surroundings with sharp and vigilant eyes at all times.

The two of them rushed through the dark and desolate wilderness for ten minutes, and suddenly a metropolis with tall buildings appeared in their sight.

There are people in the deep world too.

But judging from their appearance, they cannot be considered human.

For example, there is a team of guards with red epaulettes on their arms guarding the entrance to the city. Each of them has his own unique features, and in the eyes of humans they look strange and weird.

The existence of the 'king' is like a beacon in the deep world. The people in the escort team had already noticed their approach, and now they restrained their threatening tentacles, raised butcher knives, sharp claws and teeth, and stood on both sides of the road with their brows lowered, like well-behaved quails, with their heads bowed deeply, and only dared to peek at the fleeting silver-blue and fiery red in front of them with their peripheral vision.

After the two men entered the city and walked away, they raised their heads in cold sweat, their hearts beating wildly with fear.

"Da Zhang, why are you so cowardly? You even scared half of your tentacles off." A two-legged goat with a pair of goat eyes, rectangular pupils and covered with pitch-black wool laughed at the person next to him with a big mouth full of sharp teeth. The pronunciation of this language was very difficult and it was a language that did not exist in the real world.

His body was covered with sticky mucous membranes, his lower body was covered with wriggling tentacles, and his upper body was a mass of fleshy balls covered with vertical pupils. He was using his tentacles to pick up his own broken tentacles and stuffing them into his mouth. The broken tentacles were still wriggling and struggling frantically, making his mouth bulge.

He didn't open his mouth, but he made a sound, "Smooth down your frizzy hair first before you talk to me."

His language was of another kind, gurgling like bubbles constantly popping out.

The dark-skinned strong man who looked most like a human in the entire escort team, but had two heads, looked like a giant, glared at the two men. One of the heads shouted, "Stop mumbling, drag those who fainted in the middle of the road to the side, don't let them block the road."

The other leader continued, "By the way, check their sanity values ​​one by one. Those with sanity values ​​below 20 will not be allowed to enter the metropolis today!"

"Yes, captain, deputy captain." The ten members of the escort team answered immediately, but because they spoke different languages, their responses seemed very inconsistent.

The dark-skinned burly man's obsessive-compulsive disorder suddenly kicked in, but he knew that this was not a problem that could be corrected by hard work, so the two of them looked at each other helplessly, forcing themselves not to care.

"Why? In the past, didn't you have to have a minimum of 10 to get in? Why has it risen to 20 today?" A new arrival, whose limbs were lying on the ground backwards and whose body was like a maggot, screamed and shouted after being refused entry.

The sturdy man was already in a bad mood because of the past, and suddenly both heads roared at the same time, "There are five 'kings' holding a meeting in the metropolis right now. If you want to die, I will step on you to death now!"

The maggot, who was so crazy that he was about to fight with the guards in the last second, suddenly froze up. The remaining 11 san points suddenly increased by 2 points. He suddenly became much more sober, turned around and ran away.

The others whose san values ​​were below 20 who witnessed this also left in disgrace.

Just kidding, if the King sees me when I go crazy by accident, there won't be anything left.

Others whose sanity values ​​were higher than 20 but who were not confident in their mental stability also gave up the idea of ​​entering the metropolis. Suddenly, the crowd at the entrance of the bustling and crowded metropolis relaxed a lot.

"I want to enter the city." A hoarse and low male voice suddenly sounded.

The sturdy man looked down and saw a little guy covered in a black cloak, with a dark face under the hood. He reached out and took out a megaphone-like instrument from his pocket and scanned it at the little guy. A number immediately appeared on the instrument: 35.

Wow, sure, I can catch up with them.

The sturdy man's two heads praised in their hearts at the same time, then waved, indicating that he could go in.

The little guy immediately ran quickly into the metropolis.

In the darkness of the cloak, a pair of dark eyes with silver pupils looked steadily towards the center of the metropolis, where stood a huge black tower, the tallest in the entire metropolis - the King's Tower.

The top of the King's Tower was originally lit with three lights: green, pink, and orange. At this moment, it also lit up with silver-blue and fiery red. The five lights slowly rotated around the top of the tower, making the metropolis, which originally only had red light, also dyed with these five lights, making it more luxurious and gorgeous, as if it were no different from a real city.

"Young man or princess, is this your first time in the metropolis? Do you need a guide?" Suddenly a muscular octopus jumped out from the side. It was a real octopus with bulging muscles on every tentacle. Its pair of giant eyes like copper bells glowed in the physical sense as it looked at the tiny creature that was only as tall as his waist, and it asked in a clumsy and difficult language.

Behind him was a bar decorated with all kinds of wriggling tentacles. A door about five meters high was open, revealing a huge space inside. Countless indescribable creatures of various shapes and sizes were twisting their bodies to the music that sounded like howling and screaming. A tentacle emitting green fluorescence that was nailed to the door frame was reaching out in this direction, as if trying to pull the muscular octopus that had just walked out of the bar back again.

The little guy under the black cloak seemed to raise his eyes slightly and glance at him, then his figure flashed and disappeared.

The muscular octopus was stunned for a second, then raised three tentacles from three directions at the same time and scratched the back of his head on both sides, with question marks all over his ugly face, "I'm drunk?? Impossible, I only drank 100 million cups."

Then he sensed a group of people with malicious intent passing in front of him, and blinked, "Oh, it's not an illusion."

He turned and walked into the bar with his tentacles wiggling. A voice full of malice and gloating came, "If you are cheated by me, you will only lose money. If you are targeted by those desperate gamblers, I am afraid that your meat and bones will be chewed into pieces."

Another black triangular reflective creature that looked like his friend sipped at him, "Come over here and continue drinking. You can't speak Mandarin well, but you keep saying it. It's so unpleasant."

The muscular octopus immediately started to curse, and his curses sounded very dirty.

There is only one rule in the deep world: the strong prey on the weak.

If it weren't for the existence of the 'kings', even the current arbitrary order wouldn't exist.

Who the original king was and where he came from is no longer known, but now the most powerful king is the silver-blue dragon. In the entire deep world, he is the only one who can suppress the dragon.

The dark silver eyes were fixed on the silver blue on the king's tower. His Ah Yan was there. This place was too dangerous. Even if the gods here had died long ago, even if it was just a trace of resentment left by the gods, as long as they were related to the gods, they could not be dealt with easily.

And Ayan will definitely allow himself to be seriously injured because he wants to die.

In the previous world, He came too late because of interference and obstruction, and was unable to relieve the pain of his soul. This time, He will definitely not let him suffer even a little pain.

He really didn't want to watch him suffer anymore. He had seen too much, so much that he almost began to hate everything except Xu Yan.

Including Himself.

He stopped and gently clenched his hands under his cloak. Those dirty things that followed him with full of malice completely disappeared from this world.

He raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing Nan Ze's still childish face, and raised his hand to grasp the couple's pendant hanging around his neck, the same one as Xu Yan's.

This was Nan Ze’s 18th birthday. Before the production crew arrived, Xu Yan personally put on this birthday present for him. It was designed by Xu Yan himself.

This was Nan Ze’s favorite snowflake, and it is now the only snowflake he does not hate.