Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

It's a pity that he can't die now.

After finally bringing Yan Mingxiu out of the non-heaven realm, how could he die here?

Thousands of Yin soldiers suddenly roared together.Immediately, like a raging storm, it splashed into a murderous aura, rushing towards the two of them like a tide.

The expression on Jiang Yiqiu's face was still dull, without the indignation of desperately fighting, nor the courage to put all his eggs in one basket.

He just turned his head to look at his lover beside him, and said softly: "The night we first met, there was also such moonlight."

Yan Mingxiu was startled, then nodded with a smile.

There is no sun and moon in Fengdu, so where is the moonlight?

The moonlight is in the hearts of the two.

Countless Yin soldiers attacked, and Yan Mingxiu's long hair flew away in the night wind, but he was not worried at all.

The eyes of the two were as clear as the bright moon.

Emperor Ziwei stood on the mountain, overlooking the battle from a distance.

Then, he saw a figure flying like a white crane, the ancient sword in his hand slashed down angrily, and landed in front of him.

In a daze, Emperor Ziwei thought he saw himself.

His face sank like water, and he looked at Yan Mingxiu's face for a while.He was clearly a mortal with no power, but there was no trace of panic on his face.

Emperor Ziwei's eyes moved slowly, and after looking at Yan Mingxiu for a while, he actually showed a smile.

"This time I lost to you, so I decided to give you something."

He took out a needle from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yiqiu.

Of course the latter knew about this thing, it was called the Soul Stabilizing Needle, it could stop the weakness caused by the soul body staying in Fengdu all the year round.

"What do you want to do again?"

Emperor Ziwei smiled: "I just want to know how long your so-called love can last."

"If one of you ever gets tired of the relationship, I'll feel it right away."

Like an audience watching a good show, he came forward and patted Jiang Yiqiu on the shoulder: "You are still my incarnation after all, I won't do anything to you."

It's just an incarnation that can be discarded at will without any use value.

Jiang Yiqiu thought to himself.

When Jiang Yiqiu returned to the main hall, all the courtiers from Liutian Palace were waiting for him there.His eyes swept over those people, and suddenly he felt very funny. Whether it is becoming a fairy or a demon, it might not be as happy and happy as being a mortal in the world.

The soul-fixing needle can only make Yan Mingxiu no longer disappear from an adult to a child as before, but his memory will still be affected.

The change started in a certain afternoon, when the Wangchuan River flowed down from the mountains of Fengdu, countless wandering souls lined up in front of the Naihe Bridge to wait for the bowl of Mengpo soup, their eyes tried to explore further places, but there was only eternal darkness .

Yan Mingxiu woke up from the ghost king's arms and stood up subconsciously. He was only a few steps away from Jiang Yiqiu, but the ghost king suddenly felt a deep powerlessness.

The expression in Yan Mingxiu's eyes was panic and fear.

All souls have an instinctive fear of the ghost king, and Yan Mingxiu is no exception.

Jiang Yiqiu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and tried to lower his tone: "Don't be afraid, I'm Yiqiu."

"Yiqiu, Yiqiu." Yan Mingxiu muttered to himself, repeated his name, and raised his head again: "Aren't you a fool?"

"Yes, it was before, it is now, and it will be in the future." He took his hand and pulled him into his arms again.

Yan Mingxiu did not resist this time, but stared innocently at his face, and immediately laughed: "Yiqiu, you seem to have become much prettier."

The ghost king also laughed, and kissed his side cheek affectionately: "It's just as long as you like it."

Yan Mingxiu was a little ashamed, as if he was still living in the world for a second, he blinked his eyes, and thought for a while: "I seem to have forgotten something."

"Forget it and forget it, that's fine." Jiang Yiqiu held his face in his hands, with the tip of his nose against the other's, "Just remember, I am your lover."

In the second year of Dongping, the first month, Yan Mingxiu did not feel the joy of the New Year at all.

He and his troops have been trapped for three full months, and the army is overwhelmed. The city is now just an isolated city.

He is very clear that he has long been abandoned as an outcast.

But what about the people in the city?

Soon the granary will bottom out, and Yan Mingxiu has no doubt that if this continues, the story of changing children and eating will soon happen.

So on that New Year's Eve night, he made a difficult decision to open the city gate and surrender.

At the moment when he made a decision, he felt a sense of relief, as if the burden on his shoulders had been lifted off his shoulders, and he became extremely relaxed.

On the day of surrender, Yan Mingxiu stood on the city tower, looking at the leading generals from a distance.

Jiang Yiqiu, I heard that he is the eldest son of Jiang, who inherited his father's noble royal lineage. I heard that he looks gentle and gentle, not like a general, but like a civil servant.

There was a whispered discussion from the subordinates nearby, all saying that General Jiang loved the people like his own son, so he probably wouldn't criticize these surrendered generals.

Who knows, Yan Mingxiu has been in the army for several years, and he has seen a lot of dirty things.

Being friendly on the outside has nothing to do with being vicious on the inside.

Perhaps because of his unwillingness to surrender as a general, he used vicious methods to speculate on this enemy general who had never met before.

"General Jiang." As he thought about it, the other party had already arrived at the tower.

Yan Mingxiu took the surrender form he had prepared and handed it over, and he could see clearly the appearance of the leading general.

He looked only about 30 years old, and he was handsome and tall, especially outstanding among the generals. He glanced at the list of surrenders briefly, but his expression was friendly, and he looked directly at Yan Mingxiu.

"This is General Yan?"

Yan Mingxiu couldn't remember what they said in the first sentence, he only remembered that the moonlight was so bright that night, it could brighten people's hearts.

Just like Jiang Yiqiu's eyes.

According to the rules, Jiang Yiqiu should hold a banquet for three days to celebrate. It happened that the Lantern Festival had not yet come out, and the generals were all drunk.

It seems that as long as you get drunk, you can forget the pain caused by this war.

Yan Mingxiu drank a few cups politely, and found an excuse to get drunk and went outside to have a blast.

Leaning on a railing and looking north, it is an endless hatred between the country and the family.

He was in a trance, and unknowingly burst into tears.

At this time, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, Yan Mingxiu hurriedly wiped away his tears, and when he looked back, it was Jiang Yiqiu.

He tried to make his voice less sad: "General."

Jiang Yiqiu had already taken off his armor at this time, and put on a normal uniform. He seemed to see the tears in the corners of Yan Mingxiu's eyes, but he didn't seem to see anything.

He just stood beside him and returned the salute indifferently.

"Why doesn't the general have fun with the soldiers?" Why bother to blow the cold wind outside with a lonely family like me.

Yan Mingxiu couldn't say the last sentence, and could only think about it in his heart.

"I just wanted to see you."