After the villain resigned

This question was like a gust of cold wind, instantly waking Jiang Yi up from his drunken state.

He didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the people around him.

Zhou Siwei's azure blue robe was shrouded in a shadow by the night. He lowered his head, not knowing where his eyes fell.

This matter was avoided by the two of them by coincidence. Zhou Siwei was unwilling to bring it up again, and wanted to bury this question deeply in his heart, but unexpectedly, a passerby inadvertently led to that memory.

Zhou Siwei was afraid.

Yes, he was afraid that all of this was still caused by demons, and that everything was false.

When I woke up again, nothing had changed.

Even if Zhou Siwei deceived himself and told himself that Jiang Yiyi was not dead, he knew it after all—when the lifeless body fell into his arms, his death had already been declared.

Every time Zhou Siwei thought of this, a pain would break out from Zhou Siwei's heart, and with every beat, it would spread to every corner of his body, making him stiff and unable to move.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Siwei said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, okay?"

How to answer this?

The villain Jiang Wuwang was indeed dead, and it was Jiang Yiyi who survived through the system's sky-defying ability.

But neither the system nor the truth that this world originated from a book, Zhou Siwei could not let Zhou Siwei know.

If a person knows that his life is a fiction and is controlled by others, what kind of consequences will it have?Jiang Yi didn't dare to imagine.

Zhou Siwei didn't wait for an answer, so he took Jiang Yi's hand and carefully felt the temperature above it. It was warm and fresh, not like a hallucination.

"... These days, I'm always afraid that I'm living in a demonic barrier." Zhou Siwei put his hand on his lips, and kissed reverently, "But I think, if that's the case, let me It’s better not to be sober for the rest of your life.”

Suddenly, a wet feeling came from the fingertips.

Jiang Yi subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but when he saw Zhou Siwei's expression, he stopped.

It looked too much like an abandoned puppy, his eyes full of expectation, thinking that others could give him a little tenderness.

Jiang Yiyi sighed secretly, and silently narrowed the distance between the two of them, using his free hand to comb Zhou Siwei's wind-blown forehead hair.

"Okay." Jiang Yi patted his head, "I am not dead, and this is not a dream."

Hearing these affirmative words, Zhou Siwei's eyes lit up instantly, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yi in his arms.

During the movement, the jug on the side was bumped, the white porcelain jug shook, and finally rolled down the eaves drippingly, spreading the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus wine all over the floor.

Just a light sniff will make people intoxicated.

Jiang Yiyi leaned on Zhou Siwei's shoulder, and besides the strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, he could smell his unique scent from the tip of his nose.

Like the top of a mountain covered with frost and snow, the cold breeze that blows slowly makes people unable to avoid it, but to indulge in it.

Jiang Yi thought, he seemed to like this fool a little bit.

I don't know if it was a hallucination after drinking, but he looked at Zhou Siwei and felt a strange impulse.

"Zhou Siwei." Jiang Yi raised his head from the man's shoulder, looked at his straight nose, only called one name, but didn't know how to answer the rest.

Zhou Siwei was not in a hurry, just looked at Jiang Yili quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

There was a curling light song from far away, and it was so precarious that I couldn't hear clearly what the rhythm was.

From the song to the end, it ends with a clear singing voice, like a mournful cry before death, after breaking through the haze of the sky, it gradually becomes silent.

It was only then that Jiang Yi came back to his senses, and asked word by word: "If all of this is fake, what about you?"

Without thinking for too long, Zhou Siwei answered: "As long as you are real."

Jiang Yi is not a real existence.

Long ago, Jiang Yi died somewhere else, and he was only selected by the system to survive in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

Jiang Yiyi doesn't know if this world is real, and he doesn't know if he is real, so he never puts too much emotion into these worlds.

Even...he knew that Zhou Siwei liked him, maybe not in a normal way.

Even if Zhou Siwei had already taken 99 steps forward, he didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Zhou Siwei, what the hell are you..." Jiang Yi moved closer, looking straight at him with black and white eyes, "What do you like about me?"

As soon as this question came out of his mouth, Jiang Yiyi felt Zhou Siwei's pulse beating wildly.

"What do you like about you?" Zhou Siwei repeated, tightening his hand on the waist of the man in his arms, he lowered his eyes to meet those eyes, "...I like everything."

want everything.

Whether it's the fresh clothes and angry horses and youthful spirits when they met when they were young, or the current face with spring flowers and smiling eyes.

What Zhou Siwei wanted was Jiang Yiyi, nothing else.

But Zhou Siwei didn't say these words.

"This is too perfunctory." Jiang Yiyi poked Zhou Siwei's chest dissatisfied, "Be more specific."

Zhou Siwei asked suspiciously, "How specific?"

"For example..." Jiang Yi rolled his eyes, trying to find an example, but he didn't know how to say it.

If asked how Shang Yan Zong compares with him, Zhou Siwei would have given up the sect for him; if asked how to choose Zhengdao and him, Zhou Siwei had also said in public—willing to be an enemy of the world.

Jiang Yi couldn't help it, so he could only ask from another angle: "Where did you learn such fancy tricks?"

Zhou Siwei was even more puzzled: "What?"

Jiang Yi looked at him for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Tuesday dog, you are such a fool."

The night wind blew away, blowing away the smell of wine on the eaves, and a ray of white light appeared in the sky.

Jiang Yi pushed the man away from the eaves and got up from his arms for a moment before being pulled back again. Unprepared, he could only reach out and grab Zhou Siwei's arm to keep his balance.

"Easy." Zhou Siwei stared into the eyes of the person in his arms, and said seriously, "I like you so much, you like me too, okay?" It didn't seem like expressing his heart, but more like begging.

Jiang Yi gave a soft "ah", not knowing whether to agree or refuse.

Just when the two fell silent, the three-legged golden crow sounded from the sky, and then a ball of fiery flames rose.

Jiang Yi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Zhou Siwei said first, "Don't reject me."

Ok.

If you can't refuse, doesn't that mean you have to agree?

After Jiang Yiyi thought about it, he came up with an idea that it would not be a bad thing to agree.

"……it is good."

Jiang Yi's voice was barely audible. At the same time, Bai Yujing suddenly heard the deep and clear bell, knocking three times, and all the monks in Bai Yujing heard it.

It's like thunder, and it can't be ignored.

After the bell, there was a thick voice of a middle-aged man.

"——The Ten Thousand Sect Grand Meeting will start from now on!"

As a matter of course, Jiang Yi's answer was lost in the sound of the bell.

Zhou Siwei only saw his lips opening and closing, but didn't hear any sound, but looking at the shape of his mouth, it didn't seem like he was saying a word of rejection.

"What?" Zhou Siwei still asked.

Jiang Yiyi took the opportunity to escape from Zhou Siwei's arms, and jumped into the air with a little tiptoe.

He replied with a smile: "It depends on your performance."

Downstairs, Xu Zhenying poked her head out and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhou, the Wanzong Grand Meeting has begun!"

After the words fell, within a moment, Xu Zhenying saw the two walking down hand in hand.

For some reason, Xu Zhenying felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was different from yesterday, how can I put it... It was like a honey-soaked candy, so sweet that it made people sick.

But Xu Zhenying didn't have time to think about it, and urged, "We have to go to the god capital of Baiyujing as soon as possible."

The center of Baiyujing is called Shendu, which is the residence of God Emperor Baiyu.

As soon as you step into the capital of the gods, you can see a tall tower inlaid with white jade rising from the ground, surrounded by palaces with interlaced brackets and white jade roofs.

Twelve white jade pillars are erected around the broad square, on which are engraved various mythical beasts, flying with scales and claws, flying clouds and fog, as if they are about to drill out of the white jade and fly away.

There are nine stone steps in front of the square, leading to a white jade roof.

Bai Yujing does not have spring, summer, autumn and winter. Clusters of tender yellow osmanthus flowers bloom year after year. When the breeze blows, a faint fragrance will be rolled up, wafting to the corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose, which is enough to make people dream.

It just so happened that an osmanthus flower fell in curls on Jiang Yi's hair, and a little color in the black hair was particularly conspicuous.

"Wait." Zhou Siwei called to stop the people around him.

Jiang Yi didn't understand, so he stopped, "What?"

He looked at a hand stretched out in front of him, and gently brushed it through the hair, removing that little bit of bright yellow.

Jiang Yiyi blew on Zhou Siwei's palm, and the sweet-scented osmanthus went away with the wind, but the palm had a lingering fragrance.

The two of them only stayed in the crowd for a moment before a reckless monk came up. Fortunately, Zhou Siwei grabbed Jiang Yi who was beside him so that he would not be hit by this person.

The man was in a hurry, he didn't bump into anyone, instead he staggered a bit, and almost made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"Who?" After the man stood still, he turned his head and stared fiercely, and shouted, "Do you have eyes?"

Here it is again, Jiang Yiyi glanced at Zhou Siwei, as long as the protagonist's aura is around, these people will bump into him like they have lost their minds, and they must cause something to happen.

But Jiang Yiyi was never afraid of trouble, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he replied, "It's not long."

This person was hit by Jiang Yi's words, and his eyes almost burst into flames, but due to Bai Yujing's power, he didn't make a move immediately, "I don't know what kind of sect you are? I will definitely learn from it."

Jiang Yi borrowed a name, "Shangyanzong."

There are whispers around.

"Shangyanzong? I haven't heard of it."

"But that is a well-known bully, they got into big trouble."

"That's the one who cultivated to the Earth Spirit Realm after being born a hundred years ago, and is invincible among his peers."

"That's not necessarily the case. Among my peers, there is also the god son Bai Yujing..."

The cultivator who was called Xiaobawang by outsiders grinned, showing a malicious smile, and said, "Shangyanzong? I see."