[Slow Wear] Assassin System

幽王

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, Miao Xuanyi's face was bewildered as he looked at the red back of Jiao Jiao who was far away.

Miao Xuan: ...

system:【……】

Miao Xuan: Tongtong, what do you think happened to him?

The system guessed deeply: [Afraid of being beaten? 】

But this wasn't the first time that Miao Xuan and Xiao System couldn't figure out the motives of Xiao Jiao's actions. Years of experience told them that this big monster was separated from theirs by a plane, and at this time, they were torturing themselves to get to the bottom of it.

As for what Jiao Jiao is going to do, he will reveal it himself in the near future.

The morning sword practice was over, and Miao Xuan started the next calculation exercise.

The technique of deduction is extensive and profound, even though Miao Xuan is a divine beast, but among the people he has come into contact with, he can only be regarded as You Zhao of the human race, and You Zhao can only be regarded as an ordinary person so far because of racial restrictions and cultivation.

Xuanwu Derivation can do mental calculations directly, while Miao Xuan also needs the assistance of external objects.

He took out a handful of counting chips, squatted on the water and spread them out.

The system has been learning from Brother Miao for so many decades, and he was confused when he began to deduce the hexagrams. In the end, he learned a little bit from the hexagrams. He looked at the counting chips scattered on the surface of the frozen lake, and guessed excitedly: [Miao elder brother!Looking at Suanchou's messy appearance, does it mean that You Zhao is going to have great luck?Hmm... Why is this overlap a bit ominous? 】

Miao Xuan: It can be regarded as having both. After a small catastrophe followed by a big luck, it’s not bad, Tong’er. You have also developed your eye for chips.

The system is always happy: [It would be great if Brother Miao can calculate in the future, so that there is no need to find the target. 】

Miao Xuan smiled softly: Finding the target still depends on oneself, relying on inference... I don't know if it will be smooth in other worlds.

The system thinks well, but how can it be so easy?

Miao Xuan came to this world decades ago, but so far he and the system have only found the second target, which is Jiao.

As a monster race, Jiao Jiao is still a big monster that eats people, and there is indeed a possibility of conflict with the world context [Human Race Daxing], so it is not surprising to become a target.

But target one has never appeared.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Miao Xuan has never been able to go down the mountain and meet so many people.

There are only two goals in this world, so Miao Xuan naturally doesn't want to attack Qiao Jiao, so he can only hope for the first goal he will meet in the future.

Speaking of which, this is also the first time that Miao Xuan has not found all the goals in the small world for so long... It is longer than the sum of all the time he stayed in the previous world.

The huge stone wall was already full of scratches, and Miao Xuan stopped engraving it two years ago, and only the system helped him remember the year and date.

Seven or eighty years have passed... However, even after all these years, Miao Xuan is still in his infancy, and the intense experience of wandering around is like a reincarnation in a previous life in retrospect.

Isn't it the previous life?In Miao Xuan's memory, even the faces of the teachers in real life were somewhat blurred.

No wonder Aunt Clove said that his ability is lonely...

If the father has not lost his powers, can he really love his mother forever?

It's not that the relationship between them is not strong enough, it's just that time is the most terrifying and helpless gap. Perhaps seeing each other for ten years can make lovers cherish each other more, but what about a hundred years?What about the millennium?What's more, the torrent of time only washed away one of them.

Miao Xuan sighed.

It is no longer meaningful to chew these things repeatedly. It is a great fortune to find a partner who loves each other. In short, he does not have such a blessing.

Maybe no love is a good thing for him.

Speaking of which, Ming Jing is about to be used up... Well, it's time to prepare to go down the mountain!

Thinking of this, Miao Xuan jumped up again.

Walk around, and then go to the Demon Realm to take a look around.

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Under the Kunlun Mountains, in a secluded place.

In the past few decades, the land and population of You Country have almost doubled. The beasts on Kunlun Mountain used to be their biggest reliance, but now the cultivators headed by You Zhao have become a new force.

Perhaps only the Ruoshui people who are far away on the other side of Kunlun Mountain and attached to the territory of the big monster can be compared with them.

The increase in population and the accumulation of resources and wealth have allowed the power of the royal family to rise to the top step by step. New palaces have been built, snow-white boulders have been cut into flat steps, tall trees have become solid supports and roofs, and exotic plants and colored minerals have been replaced. It is collected and made into a dye, which adds bright colors to the already beautiful palace.

Brave troops, powerful cultivators, magnificent buildings...the authority of the royal family was established step by step.

And the mysterious and powerful queen in the hearts of all the people is lying in the depths of this azure vermilion hall, dying.

On the bed, the dry and smelly old man stared wide-eyed, and her thin, gray hair was tied behind her back. She let out a "ho ho" sound from her throat, and stretched out her hand outside the curtain.

The queen who was in her prime a few decades ago was indeed a leader with great talent and strategy, but now she has only a handful of rotten bones left.

The monarch who was in his prime seven or eighty years ago is now over a hundred years old.

Moreover, it was a lonely soul that could not die, whose life was hung by precious medicine.

There was a dead silence in the empty and gloomy room, only the sound of a dilapidated bellows from the old man's throat, and the "tick" of a water leak.

"Ho...ho...Zhao" the old man exhausted all his strength and said in a cursing voice, "...Zhao!"

It turns out that there is not only a huge and terrifying water leak in this cold hall, the old man and her bed, there is also a young man sitting kneeling in front of the water leak.

The young man was dressed in black, his back was straight, his head was slightly lowered, his black hair was tied up, and the only light source in the hall coolly swept over his back, illuminating a neck as warm as jade.

The old man's terrifying voice continued, and she had no strength, so her voice became smaller and smaller: "Kill me...Zhao!...Kill me——"

Suddenly, the old man's voice stopped abruptly, even panting and breathing disappeared, as if she died suddenly... After a long time, the panting sound of "ho ho" sounded again, intertwined with the ticking of the water leak, Be the most desperate moan.

In this way, it repeated again and again, until all the light outside the hall disappeared, and the faint, human-lit fire light came in faintly.

The face of the old man was finally illuminated. It was not a kind or harsh old lady at all, but a skeleton covered with dead skin.

The skeleton opened its mouth: "Kill me..."

It was also until this time that the young man who was sitting on his knees respectfully finally raised his head.

He is in the back of the light, but even with the back of the light, his beautiful and elegant demeanor will not be damaged. The corner of his mouth is smiling, and the outline is vaguely outlined by the weak light—it is like the most skillful master with the most flawless jade, painstakingly carved It came out perfect.

The young man's voice was very soft, but it was clearer than anything in this hall: "King Hao, are you tired?"

He seemed to be awakened suddenly from a deep sleep, and seemed satisfied after watching the song. His voice was gentle and gentle: "I haven't seen the king for a long time, I didn't expect that the king's illness has become so serious... I want to make you live forever." It’s really not easy not to die.”

"...Ho... Ah!" The skeleton screamed suddenly, "Kill me! I don't want...I don't want to live forever!"

These few words almost exhausted all her strength, and she could no longer speak.

The once tall and proud king is now just a rotten skeleton on the bed; and the once immature and lowly slave is now stirring up the rise and fall of the Nether.

The skeleton is still holding on to her last breath, as the proud king she once was, her last breath.

So she can't die yet, You Zhao won't let her die.

"Why don't you want to?" The young man seemed really puzzled. "The king's only wish is to live forever. Why do you want to die? You want me to kill the king?"

"The king and I have a great kindness..." The young man paused for a moment, meaningful, "How can I not be grateful to King Hao."

As if stimulated, the skeleton rubbed its throat hoarsely: "I'm not—I'm not the king—kill me!"

She finally said: "Kill me! King Zhao, King Zhao!...I shouldn't have tortured and killed your mother!...I made a mistake! I regret it!"

As the old man finished speaking, a black totem suddenly appeared on the young man's forehead. It was the pattern of basalt and water waves intertwined, and it was the only orthodoxy of You Country.

The promise took effect, and King Hao handed over the throne to the new king with his promise.

With that last breath, it was still gone.

The young man finally got up, and with the sound of unsheathing, he drew out the long sword at his waist with one hand, but the arc of light refracted by the long sword seemed to remind him, the young man said to himself: "...you can't let the long sword be stained with your blood "

So the young man retracted the sword into its sheath, and then drew out a short dagger.

He walked slowly to the side of the bed and threw down the dagger. At that moment, it was like a thin, rotten tree trunk was split open. There was no sound, and there was no trace of blood.

"From now on, all grievances and grievances will be resolved." The young man seemed to be swearing, and at this moment his voice finally showed some respect, "I will repay the You Clan for your kindness."

After finishing speaking, the young man no longer looked at the fallen corpses, turned around and strode away from the deathly entangled hall.

Outside the main hall, it was spring, and even in the middle of the night, there was a faint fragrance of flowers, the sky was full of stars, and the passing Guan Hui was bright and dreamy.

You Zhao stood outside the main hall, looking up at the stars in the sky, there was no joy or relaxation in his heart, only emptiness and exhaustion.

On this land of the You Clan, which uses basalt as a totem and upholds the virtue of water, a king whose name comes from the sun was born.

This is probably the worst irony, but You Zhao can't laugh at this moment.

Killing King Hao with vengeance and gaining the throne...Finally it was done, in the end it was done...

If a curse befalls because of this, please don't affect others, and I will bear it all.

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Mount Kunlun.

Miao Xuan didn't know that You Zhao had made a big deal according to his hexagram at this time, he was still immersed in the real VR, and he was as happy as playing a game and opening a map.

The area of ​​the Demon Realm is very large, and the ecology is completely different from everything on the ground. It was not until Miao Xuan stayed here for more than ten years that he realized that the Demon Race actually had their own civilization.

After all, they come from the human race, and the demon race is also a herd creature, but strength becomes the only criterion for classifying them.

Different from the human race on the ground who huddled together to keep warm, the demon race did not exist in a small family as a small unit and a country as a large unit. They lived in a real group.

An ethnic group is a unit. The strongest person in the ethnic group becomes the leader, and the leader has the right to dominate the entire ethnic group. These ethnic groups are somewhat like tribes, but they are much smaller than tribes, simple, rude and primitive.

Miao Xuan looked at it, and suddenly felt that this mode was a bit like a pack of wolves.

The demons have not lost their strength and talent. Their lifespan is hundreds of years, their bodies are strong and fierce, but not all demons have talents. There are relatively few demons with talents, and the proportion is about the same as that of humans. People who practice talent are similar.

The talent of the devil is amazing. It has the most basic connection with various elements, and there are also some that Miao Xuan can't quite understand the principle, such as dreaming, fogging, and soul-stirring.

#It is in line with the standard configuration of the demons#

When Miao Xuan picked up Mingjing and opened his eyes, he entered the dark and deep interior of a large building.

The original majestic statue here has long been broken, leaving only the bright minerals all over the ground.

Miao Xuan looked up at the carved ceiling.

According to the habit of the demons living in groups, they will not build large buildings... This place should have been an altar for the earth beasts, but the earth beasts are sleeping, and this place has long been dilapidated.

Why are you here this time?

Miao Xuan: "Xuan, where are you? I'm here."