"I smell cowardice in your soul. A cowardly person chooses to take a sword and let the evil spirit successfully parasitize. No matter in the past or in the future, you are just a loser. No matter how many times you are reincarnated, the result will be the same.
It will never change, you are just a coward..."
Attacked by the vicious words of the messenger from the underworld, Duolong lowered his head in pain, and his severely damaged soul began to flicker.
"Wolf! That's enough!"
I don't know when, the sheep spirit who stopped walking came to the side of the wolf spirit, with a sad look on his face.
"This is our duty and the meaning of our existence. I originally thought that you could understand...but you vented your anger on an innocent soul."
"sheep……"
Staring at the sheep in front of him, the wolf took two steps back, opened his mouth wide not knowing what to say, and slowly closed it again. He found that he was not in a position to complain.
From the beginning to the end, it is only the sheep that takes the lead and does everything. It is the sheep that plans and executes the mission of the Mother of Masks, and he can only assist the sheep in the battle.
The most difficult part has always been done by the sheep, and this time it was the sheep that convinced the human being who was full of sheep breath to save Duolong's soul. In terms of what it cost, the most painful thing is probably the sheep.
What qualifications do you have to insinuate dissatisfaction with sheep by complaining about human souls?
"sheep……"
The overwhelmed wolf was about to cry. The next moment, the sheep gently hugged the wolf's head.
Yang Ling's voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, but it also had a little more emotion.
"hold your hand."
"Living with the Son."
In the arms of the sheep, the wolf gradually calmed down.
"A sincere heart is enough to defeat everything else. Everything else is false. No one can break our roots even though they last thousands of years..."
Duolong stared at the two messengers from the underworld hugging each other with empty eyes. He couldn't help but recall the men and women who were always dangling in front of him before he was alive. The swordsman subconsciously touched his waist and prepared to draw his sword, but found that his master was
The beloved sword that I made has long been separated from myself, and I couldn't help but sigh.
Although the memory is a bit confusing, it seems that I have done something irreparable wrong...
When I came back to my senses, I had nothing left.
"[Duanxi], he must be better than me... Forget me and follow your new master."
After the two people finally recovered their emotions after talking to each other, Duolong, who was a little lonely, continued on his way.
After walking for who knows how long, an illusory door like a whirlpool appeared in front of me.
Stepping through the illusory door like gray mist, Duolong discovered that the world here seemed more real than the previous world. In addition to ghost grass, there were many unimaginable weird plants, most of which were dark and gray in color.
Passing by the plants in front of him, he soon noticed a figure sitting cross-legged from behind, and he could no longer move his eyes away.
That was the back figure that he would remember his whole life. That back figure was called Master.
Suffocating grief surged into his heart, and Duolong, unable to cry, fell heavily to the ground with his knees, and without saying a word, he kowtowed his head to his back.
He didn't know if everything in front of him was an illusion, but Duolong knew that he had to do this. Even if it was an illusion, it was an illusion he was willing to see.
Although he didn't hear any sound, the figure suddenly stood up and looked behind him, with a tense and solemn expression on his face, which showed no sign of the humble attitude he had when he begged Qian Jue before.
"Doron, you're here."
The Yonghunting twins left quietly, leaving time and space to the reunited master and apprentice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know that doing that would kill you... I'm sorry..."
Staring at the apprentice who kept kowtowing to admit his mistake, Caledro could not continue to maintain his 'majesty' and quietly took a few steps to come to Doron. When Doron raised his head, he resumed his leisurely and leisurely manner.
Always maintaining a master's pace, when he came to Doron, Caledro finally put his hand on Doron's head and caressed it a few times, just like when he was still young, he confided his grievances to himself.
He knew that when his apprentice was depressed, he liked it so much that he comforted him like this.
He did the same thing when he broke the wooden sword.
The man in front of me looks tall and big, but he is just a child after all. Sure enough, I was right to wait for him here. Sitting here for twenty-three years is not meaningless...
"Master actually doesn't blame you. It's Master's fault that he didn't let you understand when to use the killing sword move. Master knows that you just want to give Master a surprise. Master understands your talent in swordsmanship. You don't actually need to
What does it prove? Master has always known that you are the best."
Pulling up Doron who was kneeling on the ground, Caledro raised his head proudly.
"After all, you are the disciple I have personally chosen. How can I not understand your talent? In less than twenty years, your achievements in swordsmanship have surpassed the master's more than forty years of practice. I know it clearly in my heart.
Master didn't take your fatal sword, not because I didn't react, but because I really couldn't take it. As a swordsman, I died under such a stunning sword. Master has nothing to be humiliated. On the contrary, he did it for you.
I am proud that you are far better than me in the grace of that sword. I just regret that I left too early and failed to see your higher achievements. I also harmed you and made the world lose a swordsman...
"
"Woooooooo..."
Although there were no tears, Caledro knew that his disciple was crying, so he couldn't help but patted his disciple on the shoulder and said in a deep and sincere voice.
"Let the past go by, Duolong, life is unpredictable and fate is misfortune. Even today, it is not what you and I want.
Time flies by like a white horse. For swordsmen like us, the length of life is not important. What is important in this life is to live a wonderful life.
I, Kaledro, created my own killing sword style swordsmanship in the first half of my life. I have been in Ionia for more than 20 years, and I have eliminated countless evils. No one can defeat me. Even the leader of the Thieves Alliance has to respect me.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After accepting you as my apprentice for the rest of my life, my daily swordsmanship teaching will be more effective with half the effort. You will be able to watch the exchanges and exchanges between swordsmanship sects, and you will be invincible. I am already a master.
It's enough to be embarrassed by the Killing Sword Style. Master, this life has been enough. I just suffered from you. You were obsessed with obsession and wandered alone for more than twenty years, wasting your life in vain..."
"WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Duolong hugged the man in front of him with all his strength, feeling that the sadness was coming from him and could not be cut off.
In the shadows, the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit looked at the pure master and disciple, and were a little moved.
"Sheep, before we put on the masks, did we also depend on each other for life and death?"
His right hand brushed the wool on his chest, and the fingertips seemed to still have residual human warmth. The voice of the sheep spirit was very soft.
"The love between you and me has never changed."
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Hades.
The blue-gray rough gravel rolls with the wind, and chaotic whispers appear and disappear. This is a wasteland belonging to the soul, with nothing but deathly silence.
Doron followed Caledro, and Caledro followed the masked twins. The two spirits left the underworld and went deeper together.
This is the world of the dead, called [Underworld].
The end of the mist is still mist, and even though Doron and Caledro are particularly determined, they are still a little uneasy as they embark on the unknown road to the underworld amidst the irritating and evil whispers.
Several faint outlines appeared in the distance, and then quickly disappeared.
As a native of Ionia and having a very powerful master, Doron naturally knew the Ionia legend about the Mother of Masks.
What worries Duolong is that logically speaking, the underworld should be the domain of the Mother of Masks alone, and it should be extremely safe. However, the fact is that after arriving in the underworld, the masked God of Death and the messenger of the underworld are actually the messengers of the underworld.
Arrow, showing sharp fangs, became more vigilant.
Neither walking nor talking, just observing the surrounding environment with murderous intent.
Duolong looked in the direction of the masked spirit, but found nothing except mist and gravel.
He didn't understand what the masked spirit was waiting for, or what enemy it was wary of.
According to Duolong's estimation, after waiting for about a few minutes, the fog began to roll in, and a white-gray trail appeared ahead.
"Go, lost souls, your road is ahead."
Seeing the path appear, the sheep spirit was obviously relieved and waved to the two souls who bowed their heads to thank him.
After walking on the path, the two souls will directly arrive at the territory of the Mother of Masks. This is considered a meeting. However, the wolf is a little confused as to why the sheep has not left. Although they are not afraid of the enemies in the underworld, they do not want to have more lives.
incident.
"Wolf, I need to meet the Mother of Masks, and you also need to go to Noxus to capture the soul. You should leave first."
Guessing that the sheep spirit might want to report something to the Mother of Masks, the wolf walked through the passage and left the underworld without thinking too much.
After the wolf left, the sheep set foot on the gray-white path that had not yet disappeared and disappeared into the thick fog.
To be continued...