"Do you choose to die?" A sword's words pierced Cheng Jizong's heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If he could choose to die now, he would not hesitate, but he couldn't, how could a person who framed his brother deserve to die so secretly.

When he opened his eyes, Cheng Jizong didn't want to see the sword of this self-proclaimed number one swordsman in the world, and even in the universe.

Rubbing his fingers over the cold beer can, he watched the teardrop-like opening spin around in front of his eyes.

He was awake, so awake that he remembered everything.

"I know you want to die, you want me to die. Cheng Jizong poured a whole bottle of beer until the last drop of beer in the can fell into his mouth, then he pinched the can and threw it on the ground.

What a sword wants, Cheng Jizong naturally knows better than anyone else.

Parasitic spirit parasitism is a test of the parasitic object, a test of his integration with the system, and a test of whether this person can use the system normally, just like Hao Chen accepted the test of Gu Yihe at the beginning.

But Cheng Jizong's test, no, it's not called a test at all, it's a killing, pure and complete, just to kill the battlefield arranged by Cheng Jizong.

And his opponent is none other than this one who claims to be the number one swordsman in the universe, Yijian.

Cheng Jizong still remembered that the battlefield was not elsewhere, it was outside this desolate and ruined pavilion that was so transparent that there were no walls.

Yijian was still dressed like this, he held his sword, pointed at his chest, didn't say, didn't explain, and even made Cheng Jizong think that it was just a sudden dream, until the moment the tip of the sword pierced into his chest, the cold and terrifying pain made him think of it all in a cold sweat now.

It was then, perhaps less than a centimeter from his heart, that Hawke burst in, wrapped in a greasy black substance, and a black band stretched out from within the substance, restraining the hand and sword that were about to pierce his heart.

Immediately the sword disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only the slender wound on his chest, which was still burning his warm blood, Cheng Jizong knelt on the ground in pain, looking at the two people in front of him incredulously, he was confused and awake, and he could only hear the two talking intermittently.

Tong Yichu, it's useless to kill him, cooperate, Hao Chen...... After a few vague words that caught his attention poured into his mind, he fainted again, and when he woke up again, he was back in the hotel, he looked at the familiar ceiling, and was just about to struggle to sit up, when he was touched by the wound that only had been seen in a dream.

The pain in his heart made him unable to scream, blood seeped out of his shirt, red and blind, and warm so real, he was terrified, a dream became a reality, and when he looked up, he saw the face with blue pupils.

He wants to help him make Hao Chen ruined, and he wants Hao Chen to be imprisoned or even die.

And the condition is that Tong Yichu, who is flushed on the one side and has a high fever constantly, as long as Cheng Jizong cooperates with him, he can save her and his own life.

"Drunk, you want to die again?" Hawke pushed open the door and came in, saw a beer can on the ground, and looked at Cheng Jizong sitting on a chair with disgust.

"Huh...... How dare you die. Cheng Jizong leaned back in his chair, looking at the person in front of him who looked kind, but his heart was as dark as a bottomless abyss, and a trace of coolness was born on his back.

How dare he die, Tong Yichu's glimmer of life is in his hands, he is not the waste in his consciousness who is useless every day except for drunken dreams and death.

Looking at Hawke's face, he remembered the power of fear that made him think about it and the dreading things he had done.

He left himself just to frame Hao Chen, no, he wanted to see his own pain, because only in this way could he satisfy the distorted desire for control of the person in front of him.

"Do you know why you woke up, Tong Yichu hasn't woken up yet?"

Cheng Jizong remembered that he was in front of him, smiling hideously, he asked himself why, but how did he know.

"Yes, you don't know, because her consciousness is locked up by me, and the only person who can wake him up is now in my consciousness. ”

Cheng Jizong remembered that at the moment when his words fell, a sword suddenly took over his body, Cheng Jizong could see that he was holding the sword, and felt that he was standing behind Hawke in a flash, and he could feel the murderous anger at the same time.

But he was completely out of control, as if his body no longer belonged to him at all.

And the moment he watched the sword in his hand stab at Hawke, the scene like in that dream reappeared.

The sword is gone.

After that, Cheng Jizong could only rely on his only perception and listen to Hawke's narration that all this was like a dream, but it was real, a world he never dared to believe.

Listening to himself, he has been successfully parasitized by this parasitic spirit called Yijian, listening to himself becoming the holder of the so-called system, listening to the truth that he and Yijian are not integrated, but Cheng Jizong has been deprived of even the room for choice.

Because a sword compromised.

Because the guest in Hawke's consciousness is none other than the person he loves.

Ichija was coerced by Hawke, and after admitting that he was the bearer, he released his consciousness.

But Cheng Jizong understood that he was just a substitute for someone else, and it was his action of pushing away Hawke at that time, so that the crystal cup mistook its owner, and after waking up, because he felt the danger of his lover, he wanted to kill Cheng Jizong and choose the master again.

However, all of this was taken advantage of by Hawke.

Hawke told Cheng Jizong that even if he embarked on the path of this so-called systematic cultivation, he would stop at the so-called "Hedan" realm and never grow again.

Hawke also told him that the person he replaced was none other than Hao Chen.

"If you can't die, it's better to dream happily. ”

Cheng Jizong ran out of wine in his hand, but after returning to the pavilion with a sword on all sides, he began to drink wine again and again.

"Parasite!"

Cheng Jizong staggered to his feet, pushed away Hawk who was standing in front of him, and lay straight on the bed, he reached out and touched the scar on his chest.

It was a mark left by Hawke on purpose, he could have made the wound disappear like a sword, but he wanted Cheng Jizong to remember the sword wound one centimeter from his heart, how painful and profound.

He also wants to let this wound bleed again every once in a while, and let Cheng Jizong and Yijian always be under his control.

"It's time. Cheng Jizong lay flat, put down his hand, and let the wound ooze blood again, and the pain again was so painful that he couldn't scream.

"You've gotten used to it in just one day?" Hawke was a little surprised, in the past, he used to torture prisoners in such a way, and he always got the result he wanted, crying in pain, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, there was never news that he couldn't get, there was no confession he couldn't get, but the man in front of him was unexpectedly tenacious, no, his face was more like ...... Dead as well.

disappeared, Hawke didn't even need to lift his hand, the blood that had penetrated the shirt sheets was already seeping, and it disappeared completely in an instant.

"There's news I think you'd love to hear. ”

"Hehe......" Exhausted, Cheng Jizong used the pain just now to fight against the drowsy consciousness, he knew what Hawke was going to say.