Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

Three days later, in the evening.

Hongying took off her usual red clothes and specially changed into a simple black dress, put on black leather shoes, and applied only a light touch of makeup to her lips before pushing open the door and going out.

Under the trees not far from the dormitory building.

Su Yan just stood there, stunned.

The withered leaves fluttered down, dancing in the wind like swaying, yellowed goose feathers. A small pile of yellow leaves was scattered haphazardly in his hair and on his shoulders, and it was unclear how long they had been there.

Hongying felt a lump in her throat and hurriedly ran forward, tiptoeing to brush away the withered leaves for him. When her fingertips touched the ends of his hair, her eyes suddenly reddened.

Never before had she seen Su Yan so distraught.

Since they met, he has always had an optimistic demeanor. Even when facing the Church of the Ancient Gods, confronting the gods head-on, and wielding overwhelming power, he always remained cheerful and playful. In front of her, he was even more unserious, always making witty and irrelevant remarks.

Unbeknownst to Su Yan, it was his confidence and open-mindedness that had unknowingly become her spiritual support and a spiritual leader for countless others.

When faced with formidable enemies, they no longer showed fear, but instead displayed a touch of their unique cynicism.

But now, Su Yan is heartbroken, more heartbroken than ever before.

Hongying hastily wiped her eyes, reached out her small hands to hug her best friend, pressed her burning cheeks tightly against his chest, listened to his heavy heartbeat, and spoke softly:

"Su Yan, take a break. I'm very powerful now, and I'll be even more powerful in the future. Stay behind me and let me protect you."

Feeling the amazing warmth and softness in his arms, Su Yan gradually came back to his senses.

He lowered his head slightly, gently resting his chin on the top of Hongying's hair, and a gentle smile finally appeared in his eyes: "Becoming such an arrogant person after becoming a god's agent? Now you even dare to say you'll support me."

"It's not like I've never raised them before." The voice that came from his chest was muffled, yet exceptionally firm.

"When we first met, you couldn't even come up with a million, but you still ate and drank my food all the time. If I could support you before, why can't I support you in the future?"

No, is this what a rich woman is like?

A normal conversation shouldn't go like this: "You can't even come up with a hundred dollars, baba baba..." and then the "little rich girl" suddenly jumps to a million?

"I can't come up with it right now either..." Su Yan thought confidently, in his usual sarcastic tone:

"When did I eat it? I only took a few sips at most, and there was nothing in it."

It turns out that spending a lot of time with the Minions can lead to rapid progress in certain areas of knowledge. Hongying, who had been taught by Minions for five years and still couldn't learn anything, has made rapid progress in recent years, instantly bringing to mind many unforgettable scenes.

Hao Pengying trembled, her body burning hot. Embarrassed and annoyed, she stabbed his chest twice with her forehead.

"Don't say that... You're lucky, I won't hold it against you today."

After teasing his good friend for a while, Su Yan felt much better. He walked side by side with Hong Ying, stepping through the dappled shadows of the trees towards the training ground.

Today is the memorial service for "Masked".

On the training ground, where dark clouds hung low, a black spirit cloth trembled slightly in the wind. The trainees, dressed in dark uniforms, stood motionless like statues, the black spirit cloth covering the platform, creating a somber and solemn atmosphere.

"Su Yan, I'm here."

When Baili Pangpang saw Su Yan from afar, he waved to him and then whispered something in his ear.

After listening carefully, Su Yan waved his hand and said, "There's no need to cover it up. Show Wang Ming's final photos as they are. He came into this world clean and left with a clear conscience. Those scars are his medals from the last battle. There's nothing shameful about them."

Baili Pangpang hesitated for a moment, then leaned in to listen again.

"You're narrow-minded!" Su Yan frowned upon hearing this.

"What's so special about the Demon Orb? All those statues of our ancestors in the Great Xia Martyrs' Shrine, weren't they all fighting bare-chested? When true heroes are risking their lives, who cares about such formalities as being properly dressed? What kind of nonsense are you thinking about every day?"

"Yes, yes, you're right, brother."

Baili Pangpang nodded respectfully on the surface, but inwardly he was screaming: You know those are just stone sculptures, who would look at the details! But this one of Wang Mian is a high-definition portrait! If he knew that his appearance was being publicly displayed, who knows if he could keep his coffin lid closed!

An Qingyu patted Baili Pangpang on the shoulder and took over the conversation, asking:

"I have a question. Have you considered who took the photo of Wang Ming before his death?"

Lin Qiye sighed and said in a deep voice, "It's Whirlpool. Ever since he saw Su Yan taking pictures with monkeys in the training camp, he was amazed and vowed to become a photography master like Su Yan. After that, he couldn't stop, and he even slept with his camera."

Su Yan also sighed and recalled:

"Such exquisite and comparable image-capturing ability must be his. Practice makes perfect, and heaven will not let down those who work hard. I still remember when we were facing the Flame Vein Earth Dragon, and you were unconscious and convulsing, Qi Ye, he was practicing. He took at least several hundred pictures back then."

Lin Qiye: ...

An Qingyu had no more questions and nodded:

"If possible, please blur the image. Instructor Wang still has family members alive. I just checked the information, and his appearance in his old age is exactly the same as his second grandfather. If this photo gets out, people will think that the old man took out a naked loan, which will have a bad influence."

Su Yan was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and then scratched his head:

“What you said makes some sense… Fatty, let’s get it on then.”

Baili Pangpang agreed, examining the scanned image on the computer, and asked in a low voice, "But where should we put the blurring? He's completely naked, if I just make a few strokes, the mosaic will be bigger than the person!"

"Fire at the most critical spot... Shh, hurry up, the memorial service is starting." Su Yan straightened up.

……

"Some people live like zombies, while others fall but live on forever in our hearts."

"Though the physical body decays, the heroic spirit lives on!"

"They exemplified the spirit of the Great Xia Dynasty with their lives and composed the most magnificent epic with their sacrifice; the land they irrigated with their blood will surely bloom with even more brilliant flowers of civilization."

"Though the heroes have passed away, their noble spirit lives on!"

Zuo Qing stood on the stage, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice choked with emotion, yet she forced herself to raise her voice as she read the eulogy aloud.

More than 600 trainees and instructors, with tears in their eyes, respectfully bid farewell to the heroes.

Yuan Gang stood silently in the center of the stage, as still as a mountain. As the echoes of Zuo Qing's eulogy faded, he suddenly strode toward the three-meter-high black cloth and ripped it off.

Beneath the giant silver screen, his eyes were bloodshot and wide open, and a roar burst forth from deep within his chest:

"Farewell, hero! Who is she?"

Baili Pangpang, sitting below the stage, projected a photo of a woman with a bright, smiling face onto a giant silver screen. The woman's radiant smile blossomed in the solemn hall, like a gentle spring breeze.

"Masked Rose!" the six hundred warriors roared in unison.

"Farewell, hero! Who is he?"

A cynical smile appeared on his face.

"Mask, Whirlpool!"

"Farewell, hero! Who is she?"

"Masked, Sandalwood!"

"......who is he."

"Masked, Balance!"

"..."

Until the last photo slowly appeared.

"Who...who is he?" Yuan Gang choked up.

"Masked, King Mask! Mask, King Mask!"

A chorus of fierce roars soared into the sky, startling wild geese into flight and drawing in the sunset glow. The echoes reverberated for a long time.

Su Yan stared at the king's face in the video, remaining silent.

The old man was hunched over like a withered tree, his naked body covered with deep furrows, yet he appeared so open and honest in the setting sun.

...but her face was covered with a thick layer of mosaic, making it impossible to see her features.

Baili Pangpang stood in the crowd, his lips twitching: "Instructor Wang Mian, this is all the help I can give you. Farewell!"

"Masked King!"

"Masked King!"

"Masked King!"

"..."

……