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

And this person could only control Xu Yan for a moment.

Even if his power was suppressed, if he was careful enough, Xu Yan's means would be enough to deal with this god whose power was less than 5%.

It was because he lived too comfortably in these few worlds and became careless for a moment that he made this mistake.

You have to know how fatal a moment of control can be in a high-level confrontation. If this god had not had no ill will towards him, his mission in this small world might have ended with a smile.

As for what this god wants to do to him?

Are you kidding? If the executive of Paradise could be killed or abducted so easily by other gods, would the person in Paradise still have any dignity?

Then he saw the young man who had obsessed him and whom he loved deeply break free from his restraints and suddenly step back several steps. He rubbed his lips hard with his hand, and his thin lips instantly turned bright red, which showed how much force he used.

He suddenly felt distressed and sad.

His Ah Yan actually despised him... But it was not Ah Yan's fault. After all, Ah Yan no longer remembered him and didn't know him.

And it was all His fault.

Thinking of this, his heart ached. His mind was filled with the image of Xu Yan dying in front of him. The nails of his clenched fists dug into his flesh, oozing blood.

He wanted to hug the person in front of him tightly, but he didn't dare. His Ah Yan was resisting his approach, and he would not force him to go against his will, even if he was about to go crazy with endurance.

However, He could use some means to make Ayan willing to let him hug her.

He is not some righteous God.

"What do you want to do in this world?" Xu Yan asked solemnly. He mobilized his strength to the maximum and looked at Him warily.

"As long as you let me follow you, I won't do anything." His voice was full of laughter, and then he took a few steps towards Xu Yan, "The kind that I can hug and kiss."

From the moment he saw this person, Xu Yan felt a strong sense of familiarity from Him, as if they had known each other for a long, long time. This familiarity was the kind of familiarity that could not be washed away by time, the kind that was engraved into the soul. Even when He made this request, Xu Yan did not feel any resistance at all, as if he was influenced by his former self and thought that hugging and kissing was no big deal.

This is very wrong.

Not to mention that the original body had changed this incorrect cognition under Nan Ze's correction, he himself was a person with sound cognition and adherence to the bottom line. He already had Nan Ze in this world, and it was impossible for him to be willing to get close to a second person.

unless...

Xu Yan sneered in his heart.

"We knew each other before." Xu Yan said confidently, looking at the unknown god who approached him again, "I guess your name also has ze or zhe."

He was not surprised that Xu Yan discovered this. After all, his Ah Yan had always been wise and outstanding.

"If I say that we are the same person, will you still reject me?"

Xu Yan looked at him silently. A hint of darkness appeared in his eyes, which had turned into silver-blue in the deep world. After a few seconds, he answered in a voice that was almost devoid of any emotion, "In that case, of course not."

A surge of joy suddenly surged in his heart. After such a long time, he could finally hug A Yan again.

Xu Yan raised his hand and stroked the edge of his mask and face. He obediently raised his head slightly and did not refuse, but Xu Yan did not take off the mask as he expected.

"I don't know what you are playing or what kind of fun you are looking for." Xu Yan chuckled, but his tone remained the same, "As long as it doesn't affect my completion of the mission and pursuit of death, it's fine."

His whole body stiffened, and a chill spread from his heart to his entire body, causing his fingers to tremble from the cold.

Only if one does not care can one face the fact that one is being manipulated by the gods as pawns so calmly; only if one does not love can one react so calmly to the fact that He and they are the same person.

The only thing he cared about was the life-saving grace of 'Paradise' that saved him, and what 'He' had said before - I hope you die.

No, that is not Him, He does not admit it, that is not Him!

He nervously grasped Xu Yan's slowly withdrawing hand, and put his palm back to his cheek, rubbing it flatteringly, his voice soft and trembling, "Ah Yan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

But it was Him after all, even if He didn't want to admit it. Just like the countless fragments accompanying Xu Yan, they were all Him.

He will not run away from the mistakes he has made, he will avenge Xu Yan, take revenge on 'Him'.

Xu Yan always remained on guard, no matter how much he wanted to get close to this god. He had long been accustomed to loneliness and did not want to change, let alone be hampered by the past.

People always have to move forward. No matter how beautiful the past was, it is only the past.

What's more...Xu Yan calmly looked at the apologizing god in front of him.

It was so tragic that even the inhumane gods apologized for it. I guess the past he had forgotten was not a good one.

"Excuse me for being blunt." Xu Yan pulled his hand back, his eyes calm, "Maybe I'm not the one you should apologize to."

It was Xu Yan who remembered everything and endured everything. Xu Yan, who knew nothing and even lived a prosperous life in paradise and died a happy death, did not need His apology and had no right to choose to forgive.

“I know…” He lowered his head, and the hair that was fluttering before seemed to wilt. He repeated it softly, as if sighing with sadness, “…I know.”

"Then I hope you will keep your promise and not do anything that would embarrass me." Xu Yan looked at Him steadily, "Such as causing any impact on the owner of this body."

Although they are most likely the same person, his target is Nan Ze, not this god.

As far as he knew, these gods really relied on their own strength and liked to throw some of their fragments out for fun when they were bored, just like Sun Wukong throwing hairs without any burden or pressure. But those fragments were indeed independent individuals with their own personalities before they were "awakened", and they could be treated differently from their original bodies.

It was just a fleeting memory for the original body, but it was their entire life. Many fragments did not even know that they were part of a god from birth to death, let alone that they were just toys for the gods to amuse themselves.

“No.” He let out a long sigh, and then returned to his original appearance and held Xu Yan’s hand again, “Let’s go, aren’t we going to check on the status of that god’s remnant?”

Xu Yan glanced at Him lightly, and let Him pull him towards the outside of the metropolis. He also restrained his aura of being a 'king' and reduced his presence.

He is afraid of trouble.

"Oh, I've been squatting here for a long time, but I haven't seen any king yet... It's so hard to get an autograph." It's like this.

"This world is full of ugliness. Of course, I am one too, but the king is not. Woohoo, let me clean my eyes. Just find a king and let me take a look. Please." There is also this.

To these monsters transformed from humans, the king is more like a star than a ruler. He is the cornerstone for them to maintain their humanity and sanity.

Let them always remember that they are not born monsters, but human beings.

Normally, even if Xu Yan was afraid of trouble, he would still take a stroll around the nearby cities when he came to the deep world. But now time is tight and the task is heavy, plus he has a great god in his hand, so he should not make trouble.

Metropolis is worthy of being the largest city in the deep world. There are many people I met along the way. There are all kinds of strange shops full of absurd styles, and all kinds of weird sounds are always heard in the dark corners. Any normal person who comes here will be polluted and mutated by the pictures he sees the moment he sees this place.

There are two situations when one is contaminated by the deep world.

The first is mutation in the real world. For example, Xiaonan, Xiaoguo and their families. This kind of mutation caused by pure pollution will instantly destroy people's normal worldview and rationality, and turn them into pure monsters.

The second type is to enter the deep world by mistake and mutate there. Most people living in the metropolis and other deep world cities are this type. In this case, the thoughts, world outlook, body, and soul of the people who mistakenly enter the deep world will be polluted simultaneously, which causes their mutation to be slower than the first type. If they are lucky, they can keep part of their self.

The first is the deep world's attack and erosion of the real world, just like stabbing a hole at random, then filling it with malice. The second is the deep world making things in the real world its own, and naturally treating its own things more gently.

If you want to be powerful, you naturally need subjects. Even if the deep world that can barely be considered living things does not understand this truth, it will subconsciously do so out of its instinctive desire for power.

Therefore, what the deep world desires most is the 'King' of Pollution.

In its eyes, the King had entered its body and was its property. The King, which had a strong smell from the real world, was so fragrant that it really wanted to eat it. However, it was precisely because the smell from the real world was protecting the King that it had no way to start eating it, and could only slowly and steadily eat away at the King.

Therefore, the moment they become the 'kings', the lives of these 'kings' begin a countdown, because they are not only the 'kings' who protect the order of the real world and the deep world, but also the bait that disperses the harm to the real world, and they are constantly suffering from the erosion from the deep world.

But the deep world has never succeeded in corrupting even one 'king'.

The god being led suddenly stopped walking. Xu Yan looked over and saw that his eyes were fixed on a cat-head octopus pendant on a street stall. Even though he was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen, Xu Yan could feel his desire.

Then Xu Yan's hand was pulled by Him and shaken gently.

Xu Yan looked at Him for a while, then looked at the pendant with eight furry tentacles wriggling wildly, a black cat head screaming at the top of its lungs, and the entire pendant in extreme fear... and without hesitation, he pulled the God away.

If for no other reason, his eyes and ears couldn't bear it.

But this god seems very sad. Does he really want that cat head so much?

Seeing that he was hanging his head in grievance, Xu Yan couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want it?"

He immediately raised his head and nodded frantically, "I want to."

The corners of Xu Yan's mouth twitched. It was true that the aesthetic taste of gods was not something that a mortal like him could understand.

But he still pulled Him back to the stall, took out the currency of the deep world and bought the cat head.

"Take it." Xu Yan frowned in disdain, pinching the rope tied to the cat's neck with his fingertips... The place where the tentacle and the head meet should be used as the neck? Or the body?

Xu Yan's hand was gently shaken again. He silently silenced the cat with his eyes, and then handed him the frightened cat head with eight tentacles drooping limply and ears turned into airplane ears.

He stretched out his right hand that was not being held, palm facing up, and Xu Yan placed the fluffy and clean-looking cat head in his palm.

Then the cat didn't dare to move its head anymore, and it even cast a frightened look at Xu Yan, asking for help.

This pure black cat head that looks like a carbon ball is one of the lowest and most harmless creatures in the deep world. It has no means of attack or defense and relies entirely on its keen perception to seek benefits and avoid harm. Therefore, it is difficult to catch it, because it can sense your ill intentions towards it from a long distance and run away.

Well, they escaped very quickly.

Now, in the perception of this cat head, Xu Yan is a terrifying dragon that can eat ten thousand of it in one bite.

And now, holding it carefully, is a huge silver-white eyeball that is so huge that the edge cannot be seen.

Really, help, it would rather be eaten by a known dragon than by an unknown eyeball!

Xu Yan was amused by it. He and Xu Yan were very close to the ground, and the low chuckle rang in his ears, causing his ears to turn red instantly.

Looking at it this way, this cat is actually quite cute.

Xu Yan commented in his heart, then pulled Him and continued walking towards the place where they rented transportation.

What Xu Yan didn't notice was that the god he was holding was so happy that his divine power was out of control, and a small silver-white flower bloomed on his head.

He finally received the gift that Xu Yan gave him again!

He had to find a way to get this gift into his own hands. It was his, not for Nan Ze.

"Give me the fastest one here." Xu Yan pulled Him into a shop with many carriages parked in front of the door. However, the horses pulling the carriages were not horses. The one that looked most like a horse was a thing with four horse hooves, but its body was a pumpkin-shaped meat ball, and the riding area was the inside of the meat ball.

After just one look, Xu Yan passed it up. Even if it was the fastest one here, he wouldn't want this one.