I'm Really the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

The vines and branches stepped forward to stop the eagle at the same time.

Although they have no eyes, Tang Xingyu somehow felt that he was looked at with contempt.

It seems to be saying: "Stupid human beings, how can we not know what we are guarding against when we are smart."

Batian was no match for the two plants, it didn't dare to move on the spot, it just looked at Shen Mingze pitifully with its round eagle eyes, and let out a meek "cuckoo" cry from its throat.

Tang Xingyu, who had never enjoyed this kind of treatment, had mixed feelings.

Shen Mingze smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Batian's head. Not only did Batian not hide, but he kept pushing his head forward.

Shameless!

Tang Xingyu's eyes turned red with envy.

"I have been more popular with these small plants and animals since I was a child." Shen Mingze explained to him.

In fact, it's not just small plants and small animals, even Tang Xingyu himself unconsciously gets close to and trusts him?

Although he changed his body and tried his best to restrain his divine power, Shen Mingze is a god after all.

When the gods are alive, even the wind will surrender.

While rubbing the eagle, Shen Mingze asked inquiringly, "Shall we go down the mountain now?"

"Okay, okay, I can do it." Too shocked, Tang Xingyu started to stutter.

The vines and branches hooked Shen Mingze's fingers reluctantly.

Shen Mingze comforted skillfully: "Good boy, I'll see you next time, get along well and don't fight."

Hearing that Shen Mingze said he was going to leave, Batian was already in the take-off position, obediently waiting for Shen Mingze.

It seems to have forgotten that it is an eagle with a master.

Tang Xingyu's disappointing tears flowed from his mouth.

The most heavily guarded place in the temple is a dungeon.

The whole world knows that the last god in the Zeming Continent—the God of the Abyss—is imprisoned here.

The god of the abyss was born in the twilight battle, and his appearance brought about the abyss, which symbolized disaster and calamity.

Thirty-two years ago, Hill, the lord of the temple, led several warriors to capture the God of the Abyss.This huge victory, unprecedented and probably unprecedented, created the undefeated myth of No.32 in the Hill Continent.

After all, there is only one person who can challenge the gods as a mortal and succeed, since the Zeming Continent has been born for tens of thousands of years.

Capture is just the beginning.

Since then, people have thought of countless ways to kill the god of the abyss, but they have failed.

Only God can kill God.

So in the temple, there was a dungeon.

The dungeon was built in a depth where the sun couldn't shine, enough to isolate all movement and sound from the outside world.Everything is silent, there is no skylight, and even the perception of time has become blurred.

Only when someone enters from outside, there will be a faint candle light on the wall.

But it was useless, because the god's eyes were wrapped with a thick black cloth.

Therefore, the people in the prison can still only have the blackness like deathly silence.

Hill walked down the steps, his footsteps were slight, but it was deafening in such a quiet environment.

The god sat on the ground leaning against a stone wall, his limbs were chained and his movements were restricted.

The black cloth covered his eyes, but did not block his expression.

It was clearly a distressed and embarrassing situation, but his face was still calm and indifferent, and there seemed to be endless compassionate smiles at the corners of his mouth.

"Is it Hill?" God turned his head slightly and asked softly.

The voice is gentle and unchanging all year round, just like the bright moon shining among the pine trees, it is quiet and clear, and there is no trace of resentment or injustice.

Hill stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly woke up and realized that this person had just asked him a question.

He replied a little shyly, "It's me."

But he quickly realized that this person couldn't see him, so naturally he couldn't notice his absence.

How strange, it is clear that he is now the one who is superior, and it is clear that this person is so humble now.

But in front of the other party, he still looks like a bewildered teenager.

...Is this also the power of God?

Even at this point, it can still have such a big impact on him.

God waited patiently for a while, but did not hear Hill's next words.

He asked softly, "Hill, what are you doing here?"

Hill didn't answer.

"Are you in any trouble?" God asked again tirelessly.

Hill seemed to be able to see the concerned eyes of the man through the black cloth.

He suddenly felt an indescribable grievance, so he clenched his fists hard, forcibly suppressed the trembling in his voice, and announced indifferently: "The abyss has widened again."

God was silent for a while, then he sighed and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

He stood up, restrained by the chains, so that he could not go too far, and could only approach Hill's direction slightly.

During the movement, the cuffs slid slightly, revealing the deep and shallow scars on the wrist, which was horrible.

The scars meandered up the arm, and it was expected that the other places covered by the clothes were also riddled with holes and bloodstains.

God asked, "Do you want to do it?"

The power of the abyss comes from him. If he is not in good condition, the abyss will also be dormant.

People in the world have experimented countless ways of death on God, such as burning, drowning, hanging, knife sores, sword stabbing...

God is immortal, but God can also be injured.

They want him to remain in a weak state of being seriously injured and dying forever, so as to prevent the abyss from expanding.

Hill looked at the wound on the back of the man's hand, and closed his eyes unbearably.

There is a magic circle in the dungeon, the main attack, the main punishment, nonstop day and night.

When the temple was most short of money, the Philosopher's Stone in this place was never broken.

But in the first few years, Hill also made a move.

— more than once.

"Shen Mingze, why didn't you die?" Xin'er's voice was blank, filled with pure confusion.

The word □□ is a secret, and it is almost impossible to tell others except myself. When others call them, they only say the name of the priesthood.

The God of Light has been fighting against the God of Darkness for so long, and he doesn't even know the name of his deadly enemy.

But the name of Shen Mingze, the god of the abyss, is known by many people.

When Hill and the others followed him, they didn't know that he was a god. Sometimes they called him an adult, and sometimes they called him Mingze.

Tang Yan even called Big Brother.

...I am quite old, but I have the nerve to call Shen Mingze, who looks so young, my big brother.

"I'm sorry." Shen Mingze couldn't answer Hill's question, so he could only repeat with a sigh: "Hill, I'm sorry."

"Mingze, what are you thinking?" Tang Xingyu carefully looked at Shen Mingze's expression suspiciously, "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

Tang Xingyu had just coaxed Batian back into the contract space, when he turned around and saw Shen Mingze suddenly burst into a smile.

"Ah." Shen Mingze came back to his senses, his smile deepened again, "I think of a friend, he has now become a very remarkable person."

When he first picked Hill up, Hill was still a poor, weird kid, full of hostility, like spikes that didn't distinguish between friend and foe, and his eyes were full of hatred and self-loathing.

Jiang Xiqiu said that he was like a beast in the thorn forest, fierce and stupid, and he wished to beat himself to death when fighting.

"What do you mean?" Tang Xingyu sighed, "Mingze, you look like an old man like the principal."

He only speaks half of his words, and recalls the past from time to time.

Shen Mingze chuckled, he changed the subject and shifted the focus away from him: "Is Batian your name? It sounds nice."

Tang Xingyu cheered up instantly, "Is it very domineering? I have been thinking about it for three days. Mingze, you still understand me, they don't understand the wonderfulness of this name."

It seems that there is already a kind of determination that "a scholar should die for his confidant".

Seeing his appearance, Shen Mingze sighed sadly, this kid is really easy to deceive.

However, it is better to be naive and innocent than to be insidious and cunning.

"Mingze, what's wrong with you?" Why did you suddenly sigh?

Tang Xingyu felt that his little friend had a lot of secrets, and he didn't think it was a good memory, so he asked cautiously, lest he touched Shen Mingze's sadness.

"I'm thinking," Shen Mingze looked at him, and wished him sincerely, "Xingyu, I hope you can always be like this."

What has been like this?Have you always been this happy?

Tang Xingyu felt that his mentality was quite good, he nodded, "Don't worry, I hope you can be like me."

"En." Shen Mingze nodded with a smile.

It could be seen that Tang Xingyu was well protected.

I hope that he will always be taken care of and protected by someone, and he will always be the happiest child.

Tang Xingyu led Shen Mingze sneakily under a wall. He looked around, took out a magic wand, chanted a few words in a low voice, and a "door" opened on the wall.

He took back his wand triumphantly, and said reservedly: "It's ok, Mingze, let's go in."

"...Xing Yu, you didn't say you used this method." Shen Mingze frowned slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, let's go." Tang Xingyu grabbed Shen Mingze's hand and dragged him in.

Tang Xingyu pointed him out, "Anyway, you look like a student. It's a holiday now, and there are not many people in the school. Just be bold, and no one will find out."

Never in his life would he think that one day he would be accused of not being bold enough, Shen Mingze had mixed feelings.

Tang Xingyu is very conscious of being a tour guide, "When you come to Chenxi Academy, you must go to the gate of the academy. It is said that the word is inscribed by the number one magician Hill himself, but our school has never recognized it."

Dawn Academy is the earliest academy built after the Twilight Battle. Although it has not been 50 years since it was fully charged, it can be called a long history.

The gate was magnificent, and Shen Mingze stood under the steps, looking up at the plaque that read "Chenxi Academy of Magic", with long eyes, nostalgic and proud.

This line of writing was not written by Hill, but he carved it stroke by stroke with his finger as a blade.

At that time, there was a lot of waste in the mainland, and everything was lacking, but they somehow felt that there must be a magic academy first.

The young man is in the prime of his life, indulges in frivolity, does whatever he wants, and has no tolerance for trade-offs and concessions.

The next day the academy opened, and they named it "Morning."

In the first dawn, there were not so many tall buildings, it was just a small square courtyard with few students.

They half-forced and begged the long-famous great magician Cecielli to be the principal, and only then did magic apprentices come one after another after hearing the news.

The night Hill came of age, they planted an almond tree together in the middle of the courtyard.

Everyone drank, not much, but also slightly tipsy.

Hill hugged the tiny tree trunk and cried loudly, crying and howling, "One day, I will make Dawn Academy the best magic academy in the world!"

Then he woke up the next day, except for Shen Mingze, he strangled the neck and forced everyone to forget about it.

Shen Mingze was in a daze for a moment.

I don't know if the little tree is still there.If it's still there, it should work out.

But presumably it's gone.

But it doesn't matter, Chenxi Academy has become the best magic academy in the whole continent after all.

The drunken words that blurted out at that time, Shen Mingze saw it become a reality with his own eyes.

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The author has something to say:

Hill is hopeless, so dig a hole and bury him.