Pairs of shining eyes focused on the white-haired boy who was once regarded by the world as a "ruthless and cold-blooded angel."
He is no longer outside the world;
For the first time, his lips touched with milk handed to him by someone else.
For the first time, he felt other people's laughter and palm prints on his shoulders.
At this moment, the flag moved and his heart skipped a beat. He thought of what the young monk had said that year: "It's like a dream, an illusion, like dew drops or lightning."
"I wish—"
He opened his mouth slowly.
"I hope to no longer obey the responsibilities that tree has placed on me."
He didn't want to be destroyed.
…
Like a blind man touching an elephant, he cannot see the whole picture.
If you are illuminated by the moonlight, you will gradually recognize it, and this is the Buddha nature.
Leaving the world, entering the world. What is it for?
…
Su Liujin remembered that year very clearly, it was a very cold winter.
The iron cavalry of the northern border bribed the Undead and broke into the royal city. The brave knights were unable to withstand the bone blades of the Undead, and blood was spilled in the city.
It seemed that the city was about to be destroyed and people would die.
When morale was low, suddenly, a brave black-haired knight drew his sword and killed hundreds of undead souls by himself. She claimed that she came from the sacred mountain and would lead the war to victory. Upon hearing this, everyone worshipped her as a "saint" and followed her to fight on the battlefield.
Under the banner of the "Saint Lady" Qianqin, the soldiers are fearless and brave and have the support of the people.
At this time, the foolish king listened to the great wizard's slander and thought that only by burning the good souls could the attack of the undead be quelled. However, the king burned many knights to death, and the undead still did not stop.
"Burn! Keep burning! It's because those knights are not kind enough that the undead don't stop!" declared the great wizard.
More and more knights died, everyone was terrified, and the royal city fell into chaos.
On New Year's Eve, Qianqin invited Su Liujin to drink alone.
The black-haired knight sat at the table with his horse and golden sword, drinking cup after cup in silence. Su Liujin seemed to have a premonition and looked at her silently.
"Pah!" Qian Qin put down her wine glass and said with a drunken smile: "Brother Liu, your appearance has never changed over the years. I guessed that you are not simple, but I won't ask. Today, I just want to chat with you."
She was drunk and talked about many things.
She talked about how Chen Ping died in battle a few days ago, and his stomach was cut open by the ghosts, and it was full of straw. It turned out that Chen Ping had a premonition that the war was not going well, and he was afraid of an accident, so in order to save money for his parents, he didn't even want to eat a grain of rice. She also talked about how Locke Xia, who defended the city yesterday, was cut in half alive. When he was still alive, he held her hand, and his last wish before he died was to taste the milk candy from his hometown, and asked the girl not to wait any longer.
When she talked about her parents, she could no longer remember their appearance. She only remembered that a long time ago, she still had two pigtails and held a doll in her hand. At some point, she changed it to a sword.
Su Liujin listened quietly until Qianqin asked:
"Brother Liu, do you like this world?"
The silence seemed to burst a bubble. Su Liujin nodded and then shook his head.
He could actually tell her that you don't need to fight on, I have the power of the World Tree, I can take action now, repel the Undead, and you will all be safe. However, he seemed to be wearing a golden hoop on his head, which told him: As an observer, you cannot violate the rule of "not interfering in worldly affairs".
Su Liujin, you can't save them.
So he just sat, and could only sit.
Qianqin's dark pupils reflected the moonlight. She seemed drunk, staggering from the front of the hall to the back, drinking and laughing as she walked. The wine spilled all over the floor and all over her green shirt.
The moonlight fell on her shoulders and neck. She was not wearing any armor, clearly revealing the criss-crossing sword marks on her body, all traces left over from past wars.
The wine moistened her chest, and she raised her head and smiled:
"Brother Liu, I don't particularly like this world, but I just can't bear to see others suffer. When I see people in distress, I can't help but lend a helping hand."
"So, I can't just watch the knights die one by one."
"I know this is a conspiracy by the great wizard - but so what?"
She laughed, her clothes soaked with wine:
"If we want to win this battle, we must change the king. I have contacted Prince Tororo. Tororo has a noble character and will be a good king. But to push him to the throne, we must prove that the current king is incompetent, which requires an opportunity-"
Su Liujin raised his eyes.
His fingers were shaking and his pupils were slightly painful.
He seemed to have a premonition of what Qian Qin was going to do——
The woman with messy black hair put down the cup, stood up and drew her sword.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the moonlight. She had a strong body, bright eyes, and a figure like a crescent moon. The corners of her mouth contained a carefree smile:
"——The death of the Saint Chiqin."
"The 'Saint' must have the kindest soul. If she is burned to death, the rumors will be refuted. The king who has lost the support of the people will no longer be able to burn innocent people to death. The great wizard will be executed. At that time, Prince Tororo will take advantage of the situation to ascend to the throne."
"I can kill hundreds of undead, but I cannot reverse the situation of a war. But Saint Qianqin can. In this way, there is no need for more knights to be burned to death. All I need to do is sacrifice me and there will be peace."
"I hate faith, but if it can keep people alive, then I am willing to be the saint."
"If the fire consumes me, then burn it!"
"If the sword pierces my body, then pierce it!"
The corners of her mouth raised a fearless smile, which was wild and heroic. It seemed as if she had turned into a floating cloud, drifting with the wind, unrestrained and boundless.
She drank the wine in her glass, threw her head back and laughed:
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