Messenger of Bliss

The turbulent place in the legend has never been seen by the gods in the sky, the ghosts on the ground, or the fish and shrimps under the water. No one knows where it is hidden.As long as there is such a little bit of speculative news, everyone will keep it secret.After tens of thousands of years of peace and peace, the former people died or remained silent, which also made these misty myths, true and false, disappear together with those sunken memories.

The ominous, sinful, dark, ferocious, sad, twisted, depraved, and the abyss that shuts out the light in the three realms—the realm of incompetence.

Until 800 years ago, the flames of wrath burned the world, and all living beings were entangled by invisible sprites. For a full 100 years, corpses were scattered all over the field, and blood flowed into rivers. There was not even a living thing to be found. It is helpless to the world.It was only then that people remembered that forgetting does not mean obliteration, and it was only then that they realized that a ruler like no other in the world seemed to be ushering in the impoverished realm.

Cassia.

He allowed his sneaks to rape, rape, rape, and plunder, and indulged their wanton squandering and greed.Slaughtering, massacre, humiliation, bullying, not for hatred, not even for pleasure, things in the impoverished realm can't feel happiness or long for happiness, that nothingness is not suitable for them who are desperate.They are just a group of puppets tortured and manipulated by the tyranny of the Juss Mingzong. They are too shriveled, too empty, too lonely, and need to be nourished and released. Only the sweet blood can chat for a moment for this hungry soul. Ephemeral moisture.

It was at that time that Qiang and Yu perished.

It was too late to even resist stubbornly, and it was razed to the ground overnight.

Heitu trampled on numerous corpses, passed through billowing smoke, and stopped in the imperial city that had collapsed into pieces.He twisted his neck slightly, the ruins on the ground were torn apart, and the buried sharp light leaked out from the cracks in the stones. He stared there for a while, pushed aside the haze covering it, and picked up the inconspicuous heavy Broadsword.

On the back of the knife is engraved with the word "Jiang Yi".

"What treasure did Jue Mingzong pick up?"

Heitu felt a chill behind his back, he nodded his head as a response, "Enough is enough."

"It's nothing fun..." Xue Ji tossed her hair and smiled, "But... it's Mo Qiong..."

Heitu didn't listen carefully to what was said later, he just kept groping on the blade that was reflecting the cold light, the blood from his fingertips meandered down, it didn't hurt, and if he tried a little harder, it still didn't hurt.

Xue Ji said it well, it’s boring.

"Go back."

"Huh? Let's go now? What about them?"

"Let them go."

He disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving behind 200 years of unrecoverable scars.

Heitu also doesn't know why, maybe because of the same kind, he is always accepted by the ruthless colder.He accidentally brought the big knife back to the Irregular Realm. He never thought that his own blood could easily dissolve the barrier in it. A few days later, he heard a voice that was incompatible with the filthy place.

baby's cry.

There are all kinds of crying sounds endlessly floating in the realm of incompetence, and no one will pursue it, let alone care about it.But this cry is unusual, it is not toward death but toward life, but everything here hates noisy newborns the most.

Everyone stared at this fresh life, impatiently wanting to devour him, carve him up, and destroy him, but was stopped lightly by Heitu.

"This child is my knife." There was an upright frost in his calm eyes, "Don't hurt him."

No one dared to go beyond the Thunder Pond of Jue Mingzong. Under such protection, Jiang Jie grew up safely.

"Master! Master!"

Xiao Jiangjiao ran towards Heitu in small steps, and practiced hard every day without sleep, but he was looking forward to the man's return.He hastily knelt down in front of him, unable to hold back the pride in his heart, "Master, I have already broken through the third level of saber technique, so I will practice it for the master..."

"No need." Heitu pulled him up with one hand, "You won't be lazy, I trust you."

"But..." Jiang Jie's heart fell to the bottom of the valley, he pursed his lower lip, and said dejectedly: "Qi'er will work hard..."

Heitu patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay."

"Master..." Jiang Jiao grinned again, "Qi'er read a few stories, would you please listen to them?"

"Ku'er, I'm tired."

"Oh..." Jiang Mo lowered his head, smelled Xiao Su on him, and carefully pinched his cuff, "Master...you killed someone again?"

"Ah."

"Take Miao'er next time! Miao'er turns into a knife, fights side by side with the master, and helps the master!"

His eyes were full of excitement and anticipation, Heitu's face became more serious, and he pushed his hand away, "You want to kill someone."

"Ku'er is a knife, killing people is the mission of the knife."

Heitu stared at the serious and determined child in front of him, and after a while, he sighed softly, "Forget it, you're still too young."

"Owner…"

"Let me be quiet."

He didn't look at him any more, and left without looking back.

He is always like this, unwilling to be angry or encouraging, unwilling to be sad or even happy, and unwilling to show any emotions.

Jiang Jie stared blankly at the back of the man's stalwart, was it an illusion?Is that a disappointment?why do you ignore me?Am I too stupid?Yes, it must be, the master must think that I am not working hard enough.I really want to grow up quickly...

He clenched his fists, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to wave the long knife in his hand.

The only time in Jiang Jie's memory that he was scolded was when he was a hundred years old.

In fact, he is happy.

Heitu seldom restrained him, he ran out of the predicament on his own initiative, and saw a flawless gemstone in the palace of a small country, he imagined its heroic appearance inlaid in that man's hair crown, and couldn't help it He snatched it into his bag.Unexpectedly, this stone is the treasure of other people's town, and it must be obstructed. How could a powerless mortal be his opponent?He didn't expect that when he joyfully presented the shining gemstone to that person, he only got an angry slap.

"Ginger cut."

Jiang Jiao got up from the ground, his mind buzzing.

"Are you sorry?"

Jiang Jiao gritted his teeth, "Don't dare."

With another slap, Jiang Mo's legs softened and fell to the ground again, vomiting out a mouthful of pus and blood.

Heitu walked towards him slowly, and stopped in front of him, his tone still cold and calm.

"You are my knife."

"Owner…"

"There is no hand to hold the knife, but the knife kills people. We shouldn't have such fetters."

"Jiang Jie knew he was wrong!" Jiang Jie was startled when he heard the words, and hugged Heitu's leg with all his strength, begging: "Please punish me, master, don't...don't throw me away..."

"It's my fault." Heitu kept his eyes on the front, "Jiang Jiao, if this is what you want, I will grant it to you."

"No! Kari'er wants... wants..."

Just by your side.

"Think about it."

The bright gems were powdery and brittle, leaving only a handful of dim powder, until he brushed past and drifted away, the heartfelt words that had been held in his heart for too long eventually turned into an indescribable bitterness.

Heitu never mentioned this matter again after that, and Jiang Jie got his wish. He was no longer the young man under his protection. He had grown into a handy weapon of Jue Mingzong, and he was willing to share his sins, tacitly Cooperate with his every life and death.

However, he is no longer willing to give himself any extra tenderness.

He has become equal.

The incident happened a year before the gods besieged Jue Mingzong.

It was rare for him to take the initiative to summon him when he didn't need to kill.

Flattered, Jiang Mo rushed there, only to see another scholar-like person standing in the lifeless hall.

"Owner."

"En." Heitu responded lightly, and then his eyes were locked on the man, "You have spiritual roots, who is it?"

"Jesus Jue Ming Zong Huiyan, I'm Qin Sang."

"How did you find it here?"

"Jesus Mingzong really knows why." The man smiled neither humble nor humble, "200 years ago, the small Qiang and Yu country was burned, and Qin Sang survived by luck. I have been searching for the whereabouts of Jue Mingzong all these years, but I have no clue. Unexpectedly, a few days ago To meet by chance in the mortal world and follow him all the way, Jue Mingzong must have noticed. It is also thanks to Jue Mingzong who led the way, otherwise Qin Sang would have been dead in this dangerous place. Speaking of which... Qin Sang saluted, "Qin Sang still wants to thank the Jue Mingzong for his kindness."

"You want revenge." Heitu asked straight to the point.

"The Jue Mingzong misunderstood." Qin Sang smiled, "Qin Sang knows that his power is weak, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes."

Heitu didn't answer, motioning for him to continue talking.

Qin Sang glanced at Jiang Jie, and his expression changed, "Qin Sang has the courage to implore Jue Mingzong to let the Qiang and foolish monarch back."

An unbearable silence froze in the empty hall, Heitu was silent, and Qin Sang was also silent.

"The Emperor Yu of Qiang died a long time ago!"

Jiang Jie still couldn't restrain himself, he was eager to confirm that it wasn't what he thought.

"Jiang is the surname of the Qiang Yu country." Qin Sang tried his best to suppress the trembling of his voice. He took a deep breath and suddenly knelt down at Jiang Mao's feet. His prince was branded into the golden knife and named...Jiang Mo."

"Full of nonsense!" Jiang Jie's eyes were red, and he drew his knife against Qin Sang's throat, "I'll kill you, shut up this slanderous mouth..."

"You have a three-inch-long knife cut in your waist!"

Jiang Jie's pupils shrank obviously, "So... how?"

"This is the symbol of the blood alliance. The divine sword protects those who are destined. However, only Jiang Wang's direct relatives can be transformed into a divine sword avatar when they become adults, and they will be inseparable from then on. Generation after generation, the previous king is a sword, and so are you."

The tears swirling in his eyes fell instantly, and Jiang Mo shook his head repeatedly while smiling wryly, "Coincidence... definitely a coincidence..."

"In the past 200 years, countless people have fought for the throne. One died today, and another died tomorrow. Those who suffered were all innocent people who sacrificed in vain! Qiang Yu has taught from ancient times that the one who becomes the sword becomes the king! Jiang Mo , only you, only you go back, can quell the dispute!" Qin Sang closed his eyes and drew his neck to be slaughtered, "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. My king, I die by your sword, and Qin Sang deserves to die."

"Nonsense! It's all bullshit and nonsense!"

The cold wind from the long knife whistled past his ears, and there was a clear and crisp impact. It took Qin Sang a long time to open his eyes with lingering fear, and found in a trance that he was actually still alive.

Jiang Mo held the dislocated wrist and looked at Heitu in disbelief, with tears all over his face, "Master..."

"You go."

These were the last three words Heitu said to him.

Resolute as always, not comforting, not refuting, not explaining.

Jiang Jie was driven away. He knew that person too well, and he would do what he said. Once he made a decision, there was no possibility of overturning it.

Let the two of them leave, and they are not allowed to take another step. Judgment sect, the iron order is like a mountain.

One year later, he inherited the throne of Qiangyu. It wasn't until the sad news that caused the Three Realms to celebrate together with drums and drums that he really understood his original difficulties.

In the Imperfect Realm, the dragons without a leader fell apart and were completely wiped out.After the catastrophe, the world returned to peace, the sooner those who betrayed Jue Mingzong reined in, the better the outcome would be.

Ever since, it cannot be forgiven.

Jiang Jie finally admitted in great grief that he will always, always, always be just an outsider.

Don't let me live with you, don't let me die with you, it's really hard to serve.

The author has something to say:

Hug Jiang Mou, but he has Qin Sang's~