Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

The dark and deep stone road seems to have no end.

Ye Ze supported the wall and walked forward slowly.

Impulse and anger can't solve any problem, it will only make things worse and worse, and even make yourself the most useless one who drags you down.

Originally, he went around Kuzhu Village with Chang Nian and Li Liu, and found no extra wounded, and was about to go back to report. At this time, Chang Nian felt a little movement in the sky, looked up, and then his neck seemed to be fixed. Like living, froze.

Looking extremely shocked, "Fuck me..."

Ye Ze was not interested in imitating him, and he was not in the mood to see what he saw. At that time, he was stroking the ghost dragon jade with missing horns, thinking about troublesome things.

Li Liu looked up, and then let out an "Ah" in astonishment, vaguely frightened.The surrounding air also began to rotate abnormally, as if everything started to fly upwards...

Fly up? !

Ye Ze came back to his senses, and before he raised his eyes to see what happened in the sky, suddenly the suction increased sharply, and the sky spun inexplicably. When his eyes went dark, the whole person was picked up by the wind and flew, and a burst of flying sand and rocks hit his face, and he opened his eyes again Just arrived at this pitch-black place.

When he first came in, Chang Nian was still in the same place as him.

Although the two look at each other with disgust, but in this pitch-black place, the two still walk hand in hand for the time being.

But without Li Liu's mediation, the relationship between the two can be imagined.

The final ending is very simple, the two of them, Chang Nian was somewhat restrained at first, but seeing Ye Ze occasionally unconsciously rubbing the jade with missing corners, and then stared blankly, they couldn't help but began to sarcasm.

At first Ye Ze could bear it.

Chang Nian satirized all the way and enjoyed it until the two of them came to a fork in the road, Chang Nian wanted to go left, Ye Ze said to go right.

Facts have proved that the moment when conflicts erupt are often these trivial matters of going left and right.

"If I say go left, go left! Little beggar without father or mother!"

People in Jianfeng basically have some background.

But Ye Ze didn't.

Ye Ze was born in Danfeng, so the fact that he is an orphan is basically a well-known secret in Jianfeng, not a secret.

It's just that although some people ridiculed, Jianfeng's disciples still hold their own identities and won't say it in front of others, and as Ye Ze gets better and better, the few thorny disciples who mocked in person gradually don't know what's going on. All kinds of unspeakable "little accidents" would happen. After those "accidents" appeared, gradually, no one would talk about him face to face.Although popularity is still bad.

After finishing speaking, Chang Nian vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But the water splashed out by what was said has no reason to be taken back, so Chang Nian stared and said nothing.

Ye Ze, who had been silent all this time, raised his head slightly, his dark eyes were dimly lit, "I said, go to the right."

Chang Nian frowned, "I said, go left!!"

It was Ye Ze's fist that answered Chang Nian.

Chang Nian knew that he was wrong, the two of them didn't move their swords, they punched to the flesh, after a beating, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, they didn't look good.

The words are not speculative, and there are too many words, and in the end, one will go to the left and the other will go to the right, and each will go his own way.

On the right road, there is wind noise.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Ye Ze continued to walk forward.

The faint sound of the wind gradually became stronger, and the front seemed to gradually light up.

Ye Ze's footsteps paused slightly, and then he continued to move forward. Soon, he came to a place with wind and light.

For a moment, Ye Ze opened his eyes wide.

What attracted him at first sight was not the night pearl on the wall, nor the occasional breeze.

It was a puppet nailed to the wall by a sword...or, a puppet?

The puppet was wearing a black cloak, with its head and limbs drooping, and a layer of black veil was hanging down from the cloak, covering its face. It could only be seen from the pair of pale wooden ankles under the shabby cloak that had been eroded by time. The identity of the puppet.

And that long sword is simple and unpretentious, with simple engravings on the body of the sword, and the material is neither stone nor wood. There is a red sword tassel hanging behind the hilt, but it has been a long time, and the sword tassel has also shown a bit of darkness.

This sword passed straight through the chest, which shows the ruthlessness of the attacker.

This should be... a puppet.

An unenchanted puppet.

Ye Ze looked around, it was a fairly empty place with vents, nothing dangerous, and of course, there was no exit.

Ye Ze couldn't help but return to the puppet, thinking about it.

Some puppets from a hundred years ago had souls.

Ye Ze has read some miscellaneous books and unofficial history about puppets. In order to live a few more years, some people will let the puppet master put his soul in the puppet, and continue to live with the puppet body.

But after ten years, the puppet will be demonized.

At this time, some puppets will choose to commit suicide, while others will be killed by others.

This may be the self-destruction of a puppet that is about to become demonized, or a chivalrous man who was stabbed to death by his enemy's sword, or a vicious thug who was killed by a chivalrous man, but no matter whether it is grievances or right and wrong, nothing will happen in a hundred years. It is worthless dust.

It's just that people die like lights go out.

Ye Ze thought of his parents whose bodies could not be found now, and was silent for a long time, then walked over like a ghost, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with his hand.

He murmured, "Rest in peace."

Whether it is wrong or right, right and wrong, hundreds of years have passed, no matter whether it is a knight or a villain, a person or a puppet, after all, they should not be trapped in this square inch by the fierceness of the sword, and die. A hundred years have passed, and he deserves to rest in peace.

And the moment he drew out his sword!

In an instant, everything around began to distort, grotesque, as if the next second, the world would be turned upside down.

Snowing.

Soft, deep snow.

A piece of dazzling and deep white, tragic and desolate broken jade chaos.

It made the blood color more vivid.

It was bright red and white.

Fiercely bright.

This is a village covered in white and blood.There are corpses in some ancient clothes, as well as demonized puppets that occasionally wandered around.

Those demonized puppets walked straight past him as if they couldn't see him.

Ye Ze raised his head in a daze, the blood in front of his eyes coincided with those tragic memories, for a moment, that kind of tragic pain ran through his heart!

The pain made him not even notice when the sword in his hand disappeared.

Ye Ze closed his eyes, staggered a few times, the weather was cold, and the blood color in the ice and snow was even more glaring.It took a long time to slow down, and the body seemed to be frozen.

It seems that the blood is not flowing.

He felt like he was going to die.

——"Brother can wait, but the ghosts of more than 200 people who died in Ye's family, will they hate Brother's helplessness because of this?"

"I can't..." Ye Ze shook his head, brought himself back to his senses, calmed down for a while, and slowly got up.

No matter how painful it is, it is useless.

What he bears will not disappear because of his pain, nor can he escape from death.

he can't die...

Before he kills that person...he can't die!

He raised his hand, and suddenly realized that the sword that had been drawn from the puppet had disappeared.

In the silent village, everyone is dead.

lots of blood.

Warm, then freezing cold in the snow.

Ye Ze walked out slowly, he didn't know where this purgatory-like place on earth was, and he didn't know where he should go.

I just feel that he can't stay here, in this place, any longer.

Not even for a moment.

On the snow, there were faint bloodstains and footprints, which spread in a zigzag. Some were covered with new snow and could not be seen clearly, while others were very clear.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ze stepped on the snow, one deep and one shallow, slowly followed the bloodstain step by step, staggered, and walked out of the village in a little embarrassment, suddenly feeling a chill.

He raised his head.

The sky and the earth were suddenly cold, and the wind and snow were blowing heavily, but in the white shadow, the back of the man wearing a black cloak, holding the familiar sword that disappeared from his hand, and frozen in the snow appeared clear and somewhat cold.

The snow was so white that it was hard to see clearly, but the bloodstains and footprints spread all the way to the back of the man in black.

The sword dripped with blood.

Ye Ze's mind was empty, and he slowly approached.

Suddenly, he discovered that there was another person opposite the man in black.

The man was dressed in pale clothes, as if melting into the snow, his cheeks were also white, his crow-black hair blended with the man in black's cloak, Ye Ze couldn't see clearly from a distance away.

He couldn't see the man in the black cloak with his back facing him, but the one facing him was a beautiful woman in white.

The wind and snow were blowing, blowing the clothes of the two of them fluttering.

It was an indescribable beauty, a charm from the soul.

Like Xia Wuyin, she has cat-like eyes.

"Give me the sword." The woman in white said.

The man in the black cloak handed her the sword obediently.

He heard the light and ethereal words of the man in the cloak.

"...Do you still believe me?"

Hearing this, the woman in white was silent for a while, and finally stepped forward, slowly hugging the man in black cloak.

It's cold.

Ye Ze thought, but they look... very good.

very warm.

So, it should be... believe it.

But why is the man in white crying?

Suddenly there was a "chi" sound.

Ye Ze suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The blood-stained long sword suddenly pierced through the chest of the black cloak. The cold sword tip was not stained with blood, but it looked too cold in the snowstorm.

Ye Ze still walked forward, without taking back his steps.

He saw the woman in white slowly lower her beautiful red eyes, her slender eyelashes were like butterfly wings, she embraced the man in black cloak, let go of the hand holding the sword, then slowly lowered it, and finally pulled it out from the waist of the man in black cloak. He picked up a snow-white bone flute.

The bone flute was as pale as snow, and the red knot at the end was tangled like blood, flying in the hands of the woman Xue Baisu with the cold wind.

After she got the flute, she took a step back slowly, then another step.

The cloaked man stood where he was, as if staring at her. Even though his chest was pierced by the cold sword, he didn't move.

Golems have no blood and no tears.

It was just whispering, asking the same thing again.

"……Do you believe me?"

The wind and frost are drifting away.

Ye Ze thought.

The sword on the chest is obviously the best answer.

Why even ask.

Obviously so sad.

"I don't believe it anymore." As if she couldn't bear to look at it, the woman in white turned around holding the flute, her back was straight and indifferent, and her voice was soft and cruel, "I will never believe it again."

Gradually drift away until it disappears no more.

The puppet who had been stabbed by the sword still stood quietly in the same place, without moving, staring at the back until the wind and frost blinded his eyes and he could no longer see it.

I heard that a puppet abandoned by its master will be demonized.

Because the master didn't give enough trust, he backfired and became demonized.

Will this puppet also be demonized?

Or... already demonized?

Ye Ze thought of the bloodbathed villagers and the blood-stained long sword held by the man in the cloak before, and suddenly felt that if he lost his master's affection, maybe this puppet would turn against his master?

can you?

What will it do?

Ye Ze raised his head, looking at the back of the black cloak standing motionless like a sculpture.

Because his family members were killed by demonized puppets, he has checked a lot of information on this over the years.

The dense demonic energy has already begun to permeate.

"...Demonized?" Ye Ze wasn't sure.

No.

No, these demonic energy...it seems like the backlash of other puppets?This is a leader?

The leader who controls the master's thousands of puppets is abandoned... so how much will the puppets below who can't accept the master's feelings backfire?

Ye Ze was very uncertain.

But I think it's cruel.

As the wind and snow drifted away, the abandoned puppet was in the sky full of wind and frost, and with the demonic energy that was backlashed by his puppet, he carefully squeezed out a willow leaf sealed with spiritual power from his arms, and gently blew it up.

The melodious and somewhat brisk tune sounded leisurely.

Joyful, brisk, until the back, slowly sad.

More and more sad.

Gradually mixed with despair, confusion, fear.

Also, loneliness.

The sky was getting dark, Ye Ze was watching, the moon was setting and the sun was rising, and the sky was bright again.

"Homecoming" never stopped.

The lingering sorrow, the collapsed faith, and the snow all over the sky can't match the devastation everywhere.

Nobody knows.

This is the first song it learned.

At that time, if he played a song, that person would smile very nicely.

Now, it's night and day, but no one cares anymore.