Chapter 155: Fate 1 Since we are destined to be together, it would be meaningless to kill him with one blow...

The feeling of death is not pleasant. The strong sorrow and reluctance is like a knife stabbing straight into the softest part of the heart. The feeling of leaving the person you least want to leave makes Xu Yanze want to break his heart.

Xu Yanze just opened his eyes calmly, and there was a mechanical system prompt sound in his ears, not the familiar human prompt sound.

He sat up again, stroking the ring finger of his left hand, as if he had just woken up from a dream. When he thought of the people in the dream, he couldn't help but feel itchy and trembling in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more vague it became.

Xu Yanze could feel that the emotions left by the small world on him were increasing. He could even remember the prompt sounds in the small world.

"07-05, recovered..."

Recycling, first lose it, then need to be recycled.

"I apply to continue the mission immediately." Xu Yanze looked up and said along the data line. He was eager to know more.

The system that would appear immediately after each mission seemed to have disappeared. Apart from a few programmed words when consciousness returned, there was no movement.

Xu Yanze rubbed his brows tiredly, and put his hands on the edge of the sleeping cabin, wanting to lie back and rest for a while. Suddenly, a pair of hands embraced him from behind, and Xu Yanze subconsciously leaned over in surprise.

He turned his head to look over, but a pair of hands covered his eyes, and then soft kisses fell on the side of his face and ears.

"Qi Guze?" Xu Yanze suddenly remembered the fragment of memory that had suddenly come to his mind before, and said it subconsciously.

"Yes. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xu Yanze just felt that the voice was very familiar, low and gentle. It was exactly the same as the voice of System No. 7 in that clip, but it had a completely different feeling.

"Who are you? Main System No. 7? Or the victim murdered by me?" Xu Yanze couldn't help wanting to stay in this embrace a little longer. He couldn't help but relax and lean on him, asking him in a low voice.

Xu Yanze had nothing left. His blank memory made him lose even his self-awareness. It was like he had no gravity to stand on, floating at the mercy of others.

But he relaxed for no logical reason at this moment, causing someone to grab his feet and drag him back to the ground.

"Qi Guze is Qi Guze, your Qi Guze." He whispered, "Remember? It was you who gave me the name, and it was you who gave me the anchor."

Xu Yanze didn't understand what he said, and immediately grabbed his hand in a bad mood: "Speak clearly, what's going on?"

"You'll remember."

Only these words along with the warm breath lingered in his ears. The darkness in front of Xu Yanze's eyes faded away, the strength of the embrace disappeared, and the pure white space was still in front of him.

"Awake?" That familiar smiling voice sounded, and Xu Yanze concealed the strange expression on his face.

"The mission target of these worlds is Main System No. 7, right?"

Xu Yanze had already noticed it, but he chose not to say much, so as not to alert the enemy. But he had a vague premonition that he was about to meet him, with memories that he should not forget.

"Yes." He actually answered like that. "You broke it, you are responsible for fixing it, if there is any problem." This voice was in a matter-of-fact tone.

"When a chief like you gets a little mad, I usually don't want to do anything to you. Who told you to cause such a big disaster and split the main system? After the fight is over, we still have to..."

"Okay, that's enough small talk."

Xu Yanze listened quietly without asking any more questions, nor was he surprised why the conversation did not continue.

"Loading 07-06: Dust Fate"

*

Spring rain is as precious as oil in the imperial capital, but in the beautiful Taoxi Village, it is soft and crisp, not stingy at all. The green mountains in the distance are suddenly covered with white mist, and the foot of the mountain is dotted with peach pink, which is extremely lovely.

The rain was soft and continuous, but it was a little chilly. The little kid running back and forth on the path was soon dragged home by his parents by the ears.

As dusk approached, smoke rose from every house, and in the distance one could hear the chirping of a few returning birds, occasionally joined by the clear calls of other birds.

"Mr. Qi, it's too late to go up the mountain." A white-haired old man wearing a straw raincoat drove a ox cart slowly and shouted loudly to the purple-clothed figure in front of him.

The old man was hurrying home, the bells of the ox cart rang and the wheels creaked. He did not hear the young man's response, so he turned his head to look again, only to see a small section of mossy stone steps shaded by a small section of dark green trees.

Where can I see the young man in purple holding the oil-paper umbrella?

The climate in the mountains was cool, and the plain oil-paper umbrella rubbed against the grass leaves, obscuring the face of the tall young man. Only a pale hand could be seen, with taut muscles and a silver ring hanging diagonally on the wrist.

The further you go in, the lighter the fog becomes. The mountain is quiet with only the chirping of birds and insects, and the occasional sound of raindrops falling on green leaves.

The quieter it is, the more people suspect that there are some monsters living in the mountains.

The young man in purple stopped and his breathing sounded a little muffled, which was no wonder, because the nails of his pale hands were a light purple.

The smell of grass juice accompanied by cool water vapor hit his face, but he keenly discerned a hint of blood.

The plain oil-paper umbrella turned slightly, and he left the bluestone steps, walking deeper into the garden, brushing the leaves and flowers.

No one interfered with the trees and wild flowers, so they always grew wildly and wantonly. The white brocade boots stepped on the red flowers, and the bloody smell became even stronger.

The young man was not at all flustered and kept following the smell.

The purple-robed gentleman stopped walking as he stepped on the red flower. A drop of bright red blood inexplicably dripped onto the white surface of his shoes. He lowered his head and sighed softly. He raised his plain oil-paper umbrella and the silver ring on his wrist lit up for a moment.

The umbrella was raised, and a figure in bamboo green plain clothes was lying on his side in the grass in front of him. His clothes were stained red by blood. The rain soaked his clothes and stuck to his body.

Her black hair half covered her face, but her slender figure looked like a wounded bluebird that had folded its feathers and fallen into the mortal world.

The purple-robed young man chuckled: "I've been waiting for this."

He stepped forward, gathered his sleeves, and slowly lifted his hair to look at his face. It was a smooth, white face, with thick black eyebrows and eyelashes, pale lips, and a red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

"Tianhe 26 shows the earthly relationship, and the cinnabar and blue phoenix fall into Taoxi."

The young man in purple recited softly, stretched out his fingers to rub the red mole between his eyebrows, and after confirming that it could not be rubbed off, he reached out to touch the beating on his neck.

"who?"

The man with his eyes closed half opened his eyes in response and saw a man holding an umbrella to shield him from the rain. The man smiled when he looked at him.

In a daze, she only saw a small mole hidden in the folds of the purple-robed young man's drooping eyelids, and heard his indifferent answer.

"The destined one."

*

When he woke up again, Li Yanze found himself lying on a soft and comfortable bed. He had changed into clean underwear, and the wounds on his waist and abdomen had been bandaged with herbal medicine.

The furnishings in this room are simple and quaint, but very neat and tidy. All the cabinets that can be seen at a glance are neatly arranged according to length and size.

"Master Qi was brought back from the mountains? Strange, Zhao Ergou from the village also happened to have gone up the mountain yesterday and did not see this man."

Li Yanze heard someone talking outside. It sounded like they had an accent, but it was not difficult to understand. Then a low and gentle voice sounded.

"Maybe it's because I have a connection with him. After all, it's a human life."

"Master Qi is kind-hearted. If there is anything you need or anything you need, please let us know."

"Thank you very much." He spoke slowly and calmly, and his speech sounded like Mandarin. He spoke elegantly, so he must be a scholar.

Li Yanze frowned slightly, as this Master Qi's breathing seemed a little sluggish while he spoke.

"Brother finally woke up."

Li Yanze leaned against the bed and saw Master Qi pushing the door open with a bowl of herbs. He quietly observed his savior.

"Thank you for saving me, sir. May I ask your name?"

He walked over slowly with the medicine in his hand, placed it next to him, sat down beside the couch, looked at his face, and then smiled and answered.

"My last name is Qi, and my name is Youwei. It's not a rescue, it's just that we are destined to be together."

This young man was handsome and elegant, smiling when he saw people, with phoenix eyes and thin lips, but he looked sharp. He lowered his eyes and looked at him, and the small mole in the folds of his eyelids was clearly visible. Li Yanze felt inexplicably close to him.

"There aren't many doctors in the mountains. They only know some herbs that can stop bleeding and nourish the body. Don't despise them."

Qi Youwei was dressed in a purple plain dress, and there was still the smell of herbs on her fingertips. She must have taken care of him personally for a long time.

After Li Yanze finished drinking the medicine, he immediately shook his head, leaned on the bed and bowed to him again.

Qi Youwei raised his hand to hold his arm and sighed: "I'm not saying this to ask for your thanks, I just want you to take good care of me."

He moved closer to Li Yanze, and a faint smell of medicine came from his body, and his fingers were a little cold. Li Yanze understood that Qi Youwei was probably in poor health and had been taking medicine all year round.

"I have yet to ask you why you are in danger in the mountains. This mountain is full of lush vegetation, but there are not many birds of prey."

Li Yanze hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qi Youwei: "I'm afraid Brother Qi won't believe the truth even if I tell him."

Qi Youwei paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Yanze, then smiled good-naturedly: "Brother, please feel free to speak."

"My name is Li Yanze, a monk from Qingluan Mountain. This time, I was ordered by my master to go into the world to find out why evil spirits were causing trouble in various places. When I arrived here, I sensed the aura of a great demon. After a fierce battle, I was injured and fainted in the mountains. Fortunately, you, brother, rescued me."

Li Yanze did not avoid Qi You's gaze and revealed everything frankly. He looked at Qi You's slightly dazed eyes and pursed his lips shyly.

"Forget it, Brother Qi, just treat it as my nonsense."

Qi Youwei seemed a little absent-minded. He smiled, but there was still some surprise in his eyes.

Li Yanze knew this would happen, but he couldn't lie at all, so he didn't know how else to tell Qi Youwei except this.

"I believe it, uh, I believe it." Qi You smiled and quickly continued the conversation.

"That's good." Li Yanze's eyes lit up, and he looked at Qi Youwei with a face full of surprise. He didn't understand Qi Youwei's strange tone, he only knew that Qi Youwei said the letter.

"Brother Qi, rest assured. I have killed the demon. He will not cause any more trouble."

Li Yanze was afraid that he would worry, so he looked at Qi Youwei with a sincere face.

Qi Youwei was silent for a while, nodded, and finally said, "I'm relieved."

When the door closed, Qi Youwei saw Li Yanze lying back on the bed obediently, holding his waist and abdomen, turning to face away, closing his eyes and falling asleep, without any sign of vigilance.

Qi Youwei twisted his fingers unconsciously. Li Yanze looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with round eyes like a cat, delicate features, a little bulge on the cheeks, and a red mole between the eyebrows.

He looks like a smart person, but when he opens his eyes and looks at people, people can see through his thoughts at a glance. He just believes what others say, and is very naive and immature.

"What a foolish man."

Qi You was slightly shocked. He still had a smile on his lips when he said this, looking gentle and harmless, but the words he said were not friendly.

The silver ring on Qi Youwei's wrist lit up, he lowered his eyes and put his hand on it. The spiritual light was bright, and the silver ring turned into an exquisite dagger.

The dagger hung in the air, turned around and suddenly flew into the house, with the tip of the knife piercing the chest of the sleeping young man.

Qi Youwei pushed the door open unhurriedly and walked into the room. He reached out and grasped the silver dagger. He raised his eyebrows and the dagger in his hand kept shaking, moving his hand straight towards Li Yanze's chest.

Qi Youwei looked at Li Yanze calmly, his eyes were so clear and charming, so clean that people wanted to dirty them.

Qi Youwei looked pale and weak, but he held the buzzing dagger steadily, veins on his palm bulged, he held the dagger above his chest and then retracted his hand, turning it back into a silver ring around his wrist.

He reached out and lightly touched the cinnabar mole between Li Yanze's eyebrows.

"Since we are destined to be together, it would be meaningless to kill him with one blow."