I rely on the subjugation system to help the villain change his life against the sky

Wu Ting gently wiped the face of the person in his arms with his fingers, and looked at this face with nostalgia, as if contemplating a treasure. This person looks so beautiful when he is asleep. He is about to enter his thirties, but he still has such a treasure. Heart of a child, why did he give his back to himself so easily?

At this moment, Jiu Shihou was hugged by Wu Ting, his eyes were closed tightly, he was probably struggling to wake up from the chaos of the sea of ​​consciousness, his brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were trembling, but he was imprisoned tightly by something, he could only let it go At the mercy of others.

The last breath of Shuxi remained, his eyes were blood-red, and the Zhaobo sword was still stuck in its body, it was not reconciled:

"It's you! You lied to me!"

Wu Ting turned a deaf ear to it, leaned down, and pressed a kiss between Shuxi's eyebrows in front of Shuxi.

Probably aware of something, Jiu Shihou finally relaxed between his brows, and gradually fell into a deeper dream, and he fell into a deeper sleep. For a moment, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, before he had time to listen Clear, the consciousness will fall into the endless black sea.

Wu Ting smiled.

When he finally turned to Shuxi, he had an extremely indifferent face: "So what if I lied to you?"

Shuxi: "Why are you..."

Wu Ting glanced at it lightly, "He chose me."

"What... what?"

Wu Ting said in a victorious manner: "Me and you, he chose me."

Shuxi finally understood, that day when it showed His Majesty that it was the chosen one, he was taking revenge!

"So you lied to me that you can leave the island by killing you, just to prove to me that in the end between me and you, Ajiu-sama chose you?!"

The corner of Wu Ting's lips twitched slightly, the answer is self-evident.

From the moment Wu Ting knew that the system was Gan Tang, he already knew the only way to leave the island.

This island is not a so-called venue, but a execution ground. From the moment everyone sets foot on this land, their fate is already doomed. Whether they kill each other to death or are executed by Shuxi, Gantang It never occurred to me to let them leave alive.

Wu Ting: "Do you know why Gan Tang never told you how to send me out of the island?"

Until a second ago, Shuxi didn't know it, but now, when he saw Wu Ting's gaze resting on the sleeping face after a long time, it was reluctance, a kind of nostalgia that only occurs when saying goodbye, it understands Yes, it understands everything.

Everything that happened today, from beginning to end, is under His Majesty's control.

From the very beginning, he was leading Jiu Shigou to hate himself, in order to let Jiu Shigou kill it himself.

Because, only when the executioner in the execution ground dies, the people imprisoned in it can leave.

The system asks itself to send His Majesty away after a long time every day, but never mentions the method. That's because, once it knows the method, it will definitely do something to betray the system out of survival instinct, so the system can't explain.But not to mention, players can only try their luck everywhere like headless chickens.Shuxi suddenly thought, was it a hint when the system first asked His Majesty to bring it?

The system did not intend to hide its identity from the beginning, because only when His Majesty knew that the system was Gan Tang, would he know how to leave the island, and the reason why there were two months of "peaceful" days was that Because it was beheaded by His Majesty every time before it could speak.

The system and His Majesty are working hand in hand!

"Don't you want Master Ajiu?" Shuxi's face was filled with sadness, it was about to die.

The morning mist shrouded the peach blossom forest, and a few rays of sunlight penetrated the branches and fell into Wu Ting's eyes.

Look, it's already dawn, but Wu Ting will go back to history forever.

From then on, he was Emperor Wu Ai, and there were only a few Emperor Wu Ai in history.

He would never see the person in his arms again.

How rare it is in life to meet a person you like, but it’s not the right time, it would be great if he was born in a prosperous age, watching the sky at dawn, watching the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when you walk, and thinking about you when you sit...

It's a pity that meeting by chance is a different journey after all.

Wu Ting didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but at this moment, he hoped that people will have an afterlife, and that there will be reincarnation in the underworld. In this way, even if people die eventually, they can still have some expectation for death in their hearts. Maybe as long as he waits at the bridge of Naihe Thousands of years later, the two will meet again.

There is only time between them.

"Is it worth it?" Shuxi asked.

It's just to prove that he chose you, but you won't see him until the end of your life, is it worth it?

Wu Ting stared at the sleeping person in his arms, moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "It's not worth it."

Shuxi: "You..."

"But, I'm happy." He said again.

Yes, it has always been like this, he is the emperor, he can do whatever he likes, it never mattered whether it was worth it or not.

Shuxi suddenly laughed out loud.

Wu Ting looked at it indifferently.

Shuxi never knew that before he died, he could find such an interesting thing: "Your Majesty, what if I die at your hands today? I killed 99 people, but you killed countless When Mr. Ajiu returns to modern times, when he sees the living people around him, he will understand when he thinks of your hands covered with blood. A dead person, even if you package them into the most beautiful peach blossoms in the world, that is your sin! You, like me, are the executioners, I execute an island, you execute an era!"

"So what?" Wu Ting laughed at himself, "No matter what I have done, to him, it is nothing more than... the dead are gone, the dead are the greatest... Even if he hates me, it is only a few years away. In the mortal world, if you hate it, hate it."

Shuxi's dying eyes fell on Wu Ting, and it smiled: "You are still the emperor, you like him, but you dare not keep him, haha, so what if you are the emperor? Dare to hold it in front of him, because you know that everything about you is dirty, and you are afraid."

Wu Ting didn't want to refute it, he just said: "Humanity Luoyang is like a brocade, but when he came, it was not in the spring. You are right, even if I have a vast expanse of land, I still dare not show my heart. In this respect, I can't compare you."

This is the only sentence that Shuxi heard from Wu Ting that can be called praise, as if this sentence can eliminate all the grievances between them, its breath gradually dissipated: "I will... never see you again Don't you feel sad when it comes to him..."

He couldn't hear their conversation for a long time, he kept his eyes closed and sank into his dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be back at home, but he opened the door, went upstairs, and went downstairs, only to find him alone, in an empty house, standing on the smooth marble floor, surrounded by deserted, just like once He was alone, but this time, he felt so lonely, as if something was missing, no matter how hard he looked, he didn't even know where to look for it...

Wu Ting said: "The spring is about to dry up, and I met him here... It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

Shuxi said: "You can forget him, but he will remember you through history. Don't forget, the ending given to you by history books is not a good one. You can't escape the judgment of future generations. That's your retribution, retribution..."

"you are wrong."

Shuxi widened his eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

Wu Ting didn't know whether to say it to himself or to the person in his arms, "This time, I will seek a good death for myself. When he wakes up, he will see another ending in the history books, the most remarkable ending for future generations. ending."

Wu Ting put the last kiss on Jiu Shi's lips, the tears flowed down and slipped into his teeth, it was actually a tear of bitterness.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Shuxi closed his eyes slowly, what was hanging on its mouth was the last mockery of the world, the mockery of His Majesty who was as pitiful as it.

In vain of his generation of kings, he still sent away the person he liked with his own hands.

At this moment, in a very distant land, there is a Tangli tree full of white flowers. It has lived here for nearly 3000 years. The sun rising on the horizon.

It gazed at the east devoutly, and said softly: "Gan Tang sends your highness respectfully."

Volume II