[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

"Chu Songluo."

Weisheng Jiamu tried to smile and twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't, so he looked at Chu Songluo seriously.

Chu Songluo didn't seem to feel the threat of death, so he asked him calmly, "Am I required to kill?"

Weisheng Jiamu nodded, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Then you still don't use a knife."

Chu Songluo raised his hand to grab his wrist and pushed it away, and Weisheng Jiamu didn't resist—because now he can easily kill Chu Songluo no matter when or no matter what.

"The way you hold the knife is wrong, so the blood will splash a lot, and I'm afraid you will be tortured even more."

"—You'd better use a sword,... Weisheng Jiamu."

Chu Songluo pushed open the door, and the wind and snow rushed in.

"Get your sword first."

Weisheng Jiamu didn't put down the knife, his eyes were dark, and he felt a bitterness in his throat.

"I'm afraid that you won't be in a more difficult situation. Now I just want to kill you, so why care about that little blood."

Chu Songluo looked back at him.

"If you really hate me, I will abolish you first, then lock you up and torture you."

"Wei Jiamu, if you can't kill me cleanly, then don't use the knife. That knife is so sharp, it would be a pity if it was broken by hesitation."

——He called Weisheng Jiamu once, and it was replaced by Wei Jiamu.

Weisheng Jiamu was punctured by him and had a hard time making a choice, so he finally smiled bitterly, "...I lied to you for so long, don't you hate me?"

Seeing that he had no intention of taking the sword to go, Chu Songluo didn't move at all, so he closed the door again, but the temperature in this small room has become very cold.

The candlelight had just been extinguished by the cold wind, and the room became extremely dark. Weisheng Jiamu couldn't see his face clearly, but he asked calmly, "Did I kill Weisheng Haocang?"

Weisheng Jiamu finally threw away the knife and sat down leaning against the wall.The metal made a sound when it hit the ground, and he said, "Not only - but also my grandfather, my mother, the eldest brother, the second brother, two younger sisters, and a younger brother who is just four years old."

Chu Songluo didn't speak, so Weisheng Jiamu continued on his own.

"There are also many servants whose names I can't remember. The flowers and plants they grow are always beautiful. There are also disciples in the martial arts hall. The leader is as old as me. When we were young, we always fought. There are also horses. And the wine, Dad has kept the wine for a long time, and used to drink it secretly by himself, but all the jars were smashed, and the taste of the wine can't be smelled too much."

As Weisheng Jiamu said, he couldn't help but smile sadly.

"Rather than surviving, it would be better if I died at the time. Unresolved pain always forces people to become cowards who keep forgetting the past and dare not think about the scars."

Chu Songluo's voice was soft and cold.

"Then you should hate me."

He paused for a moment, Weisheng Jiamu saw the lower half of his well-shaped face, the lips were thin, the color was light, the middle was deep, it looked sharp and youthful.

"So you lied to me and wanted to kill me, it's all right." He said, "Hate is a more important emotion."

"--Even?"

Weisheng Jiamu repeated the word, and finally smiled, "You haven't answered me yet, don't you hate me?"

Chu Songluo was silent for a while, then said: "It's only right for you to lie to me, I have no objection, why should I hate you."

"I also have people who I want to kill. I am envious every day, hoping for his death. Kindness and joy are just frivolous things, so you will definitely kill me, and I have already killed him."

Weisheng Jiamu frowned, "—Feng Hongguang? Did you kill him?"

Chu Song nodded, then shook his head again.

"Feng Hongguang is dead, but I turned his fake death into real death."

Weisheng Jiamu stood up suddenly, opened the coffin, and saw a fatal knife mark on the neck of the man inside, which was obviously homicide rather than fate, he couldn't help but conjecture, and was suddenly surprised.

"He—is the one who killed your family and neighbors?"

Chu Songluo nodded slightly.

"Why?"

"Because my father checked the astrology and knew that this person stole the destiny to live. He is no longer my generation, he is considered a monster." He said calmly, "Weisheng Haocang intends to kill him with the saint. I am the one who was polished. , the knife used to kill Wei Sheng Hao Cang."

"Now that I have killed Feng Hongguang, you can rest assured. No one will kill Weisheng Haocang again."

This sentence is easy to understand, but Weisheng Jiamu suddenly thought of a lot, just felt as if someone had punched him suddenly, and after a while he laughed dryly: "So that's so...so that's it!"

It turns out that Weisheng Haocang will not be killed by Chu Songluo again in this life, that's what it means.

Chu Songluo was the knife sharpened by Feng Hongguang for Weisheng Haocang.

Weisheng Jiamu is the knife used to kill Chu Songluo.

It turned out that from the time he chose to go back in time, everything was calculated, and Chu Songluo would definitely die.

He thought of the exchange between himself and Ji Yanjian, and couldn't help but wonder if Ji Yanjian was also calculated to let him die and make himself into this system.

Who mastered this rule?

Who calculated these processes?

The life and death of a few people is just, what is there to plot?

Could it be that destiny is a cage of struggle and no escape?

He suddenly forced himself to grab Chu Songluo's lapel, paused every word, and breathed rapidly, "You will die. You will definitely die."

Chu Songluo didn't care about his gaffe.He was still very calm when he heard these words, "I have been sweeping Gao Zi'an's tomb for more than ten years. If I can't go now, he will understand me."

As if Weisheng Jiamu had just realized his gaffe, he let go of his hand suddenly, his lips were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

An inexplicable sense of fear made him feel cold from the inside of his bones. He forced a smile and said in a low voice, "I surrender, Chu Songluo. I can neither kill you, nor do I want to live again. Thinking about it."

Chu Songluo walked a few steps, picked up the knife, turned back, grabbed Weisheng Jiamu's still trembling hand, and hugged him tenderly.His breath touched the back of Weisheng Jiamu's neck, and the voice also came from behind his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Wei Jiamu."

He handed the knife into Weisheng Jiamu's hand, holding his hand made the knife very stable.

"That's how knives are held."

There was a kind of gentle malice in his voice, and his hand irresistibly drove Weisheng Jiamu's hand forward.The blade was sharp, piercing the flesh and blood, and entering his heart.

Hot blood poured out, Weisheng Jiamu's eyes were lost, but he seemed to have just realized what he had done, moved his lips, but couldn't make any sound.

He saw the blood on his hands.

The movement of Chu Songhou falling on his back to the ground became very slow, stinging his eyes bit by bit.

There was blood on his body, his face was pale, his eyes were black and bright, his black hair was a little disheveled, and he still looked a bit like the stubborn boy in the mountains back then.

Not stiff, tired, cold, perfect, but full of flaws, so fragile, so alive.

"Wei Jiamu." Chu Songluo spoke with great difficulty, but he was still very happy. "I still hate you."

Love is a burden.

Hate is a weakness.

You kill him, so you will live and gain an infinite continuation of life.

You killed him, so you will forever bear all the feelings he imposed on you, which cannot be cracked and cannot be discarded.

He forces you to suffer the pain of life.

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The noisy voice brought Weisheng Jiamu back to his senses.

The door that was closed just now was suddenly blown open by the wind and snow, the wooden door hit the wall with a muffled sound, and the wind and snow poured into the room.It was a snowy night with no moon, but the accumulated snow reflected the gleaming light. The knife was still in his hand. He looked down, and his own face was reflected in the place that was not stained by blood.

He tried to smile softly to himself.

You once had a carefree, well-clothed and well-fed youth.

Secretly drinking, deliberately destroying flower seedlings, and laughing at a certain lady's overly colorful bonuses.

The sun was always warm in the past.Kites used to fly very high.

Learn to take care of her sister little by little, and bring her a box of rouge when she goes out.

Learn to be a good friend little by little.

Learn little by little, and live alone.

Learn little by little how to pretend old wounds are healed, and there's nothing wrong with bringing them up.

There is still joy in life, but he no longer dares to face pain.

Love must endure a little praise after torture.

There are two kinds of people who are still alive in the world, one is still seeking joy, and the other is unable to face pain for a long time, but does not know how to die.

He has nothing left.

It's better to settle here.

He wiped the knife carefully, and then put the knife into the sheath attached to Chu Song's waist.

Then he gently kissed his already cold lips.

——The world collapsed in an instant.

——Leader Chapter-End——

Volume Four: World Four