Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The dark and deep stone road seemed to reach the end.

Ye Ze leaned on the wall and walked forward slowly.

Impulse and anger can't solve any problems, they will only make things worse and worse, and even turn yourself into the most useless one.

Originally, he followed Chang Nian and Li Liu around Kuzhu Village. He didn't find any extra wounded and was about to go back to report. At this time, Chang Nian felt a little movement in the sky. He raised his head and glanced up, and his neck seemed to be fixed. Lived the same, froze.

She was extremely shocked, "Fuck me..."

Ye Ze was not interested in learning from him, nor was he in the mood to see what he saw. At that time, he was rubbing the missing ghost dragon jade, thinking about the troubles.

Li Liu raised his eyes, and then he let out an "Ah" in surprise, a little frightened. The surrounding air also began to rotate abnormally, as if all began to fly upward...

Flying up? !

Ye Ze came back to his senses, before raising his eyes to see what was happening in the sky, suddenly the suction increased sharply, and his eyes turned black inexplicably, and the whole person was picked up by the wind and flew, a burst of flying sand and rocks, and then opened his eyes. Just arrived at this dark place.

When he first came in, Chang Nian was still in the same place with him.

Although the two looked annoyed at each other, the two of them walked together hand in hand for the time being in this dark place.

But without Li Liu's midway reconciliation, the relationship between the two can be imagined.

The final outcome is very simple. The two of them, at first, the usual thoughts are still somewhat restrained, but when they see Ye Ze occasionally rubbing the missing jade unconsciously, and then in a daze, they can't help but begin to ridicule.

At first, Ye Ze was quite tolerable.

Chang Nian was ridiculing along the way, until the two of them came to a fork in the road, Chang Nian wanted to go left, and Ye Ze said to go right.

Facts have proved that the moment when a contradiction breaks out, it is often these trivial things that go from left to right.

"I said go to the left and go to the left! A little beggar without a father or a mother!"

Basically, the people in Jianfeng have some backgrounds.

But Ye Ze didn't.

Ye Ze was born in Danfeng, so he was an orphan. In Jianfeng, it was basically a secret that everyone knew, not a secret.

It’s just that although some people ridicule, Jianfeng’s disciples still hold their own identities and will not say it in front of people, and as Ye Ze gets better and better, several ridiculing disciples gradually don’t know what’s going on. There will be all kinds of unspeakable "small accidents". After those "accidents" appear, gradually, no one will talk about him face to face. Although the popularity is still bad.

After speaking, Chang Nian vaguely felt that something was wrong.

However, the water splashed out by the spoken words has no reason to be recovered, so Chang Nian stared at him and said nothing.

Ye Ze, who hadn't spoken, raised his head slightly, his dark eyes, vaguely stunned, "I said, go to the right."

Chang mian struck his neck, "I said, go to the left!!"

The answer I often read was Ye Ze's oncoming fist.

Chang Nian knew that he was wrong. The two of them didn't use their swords or their swords.

If you don't want to be too speculative, in the end, you just go to the left and the other to the right, each going its own way.

There is wind on the road on the right.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Ye Ze continued to move forward.

The faint sound of the wind gradually became stronger, and the light in front seemed to slowly light up.

Ye Ze paused in his footsteps, and then continued to move forward. Soon, he walked to a place with wind and light.

For a moment, Ye Ze opened his eyes wide.

What attracted him at first sight was not the Ye Mingzhu on the wall, nor the breeze that blew by from time to time.

It's a puppet, nailed to the wall by a sword...or, a puppet?

The puppet was dressed in a black cloak, with his head and limbs hanging down. A black veil hung from the cape, blocking his face. It was only visible from the pale wooden ankles under the shabby cloak that had been eroded by a long time. The identity of the puppet.

The long sword was simple and unpretentious, with simple inscriptions on its body. The material was not stone or wood. The red sword spike was hung on the back of the hilt. It was just a long time, and the sword spike also appeared a bit dark.

This sword passed straight through the chest, showing the ruthlessness of the attacker.

This should be...a puppet.

A puppet that hasn't been demonized yet.

Ye Ze looked around. It was a fairly empty place with vents. There was nothing dangerous. Of course, there was no exit.

He couldn't help but returned to the puppet again, and Ye Ze thought about it.

Some of the puppets a hundred years ago have souls.

Ye Ze has read some miscellaneous books about puppets. Some people will let the puppet master put their soul in the puppet in order to live for a few more years, and continue to live with the body of the puppet.

But after ten years, the puppet will be demonized.

At this time, some puppets will choose to **** themselves, and some will be killed.

This may be the self-destruction of a demonized puppet, or a knight who was stabbed to death by his enemy with a sword, or a vicious thug who was killed by a knight, but whether it is grievances or wrongs, it will be a hundred years later. It's not worth mentioning dust.

It's just that people die like a lamp.

Ye Ze thought of his parents who couldn't find the corpse now. After a long silence, a ghost walked over and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

He murmured, "Rest in peace."

Whether it is wrong or right, right or wrong, hundreds of years have passed. Whether a knight, a villain, a person or a puppet, in the end, should not be trapped by the fierceness of the sword in this place, dead and soul extinguished, A hundred years have passed, and I deserve to rest in peace.

And the moment he drew out the sword!

In an instant, everything around him began to twist and become bizarre, as if the world would be turned upside down in the next second.

Snowing.

Rolling, deep snow.

A dazzling and deep white, tragic, sad piece of jade chaotic Qiong.

It made the blood color more vivid.

It is bright red and white.

Violent and bright.

This is a village, a village covered in snow and blood. There were corpses dressed in some ancient clothes, and there were magical puppets that wandered occasionally.

The demonized puppets passed straight past him as if they couldn't see him.

Ye Ze looked up blankly, the blood in front of him overlapped with those tragic memories, and for a moment, that tragic pain penetrated his heart!

That kind of pain caused him to not even notice when the sword in his hand disappeared.

Ye Ze closed his eyes and staggered a few times. The cold weather made the blood in the ice and snow more glaring. After a long time, the body seemed to be frozen.

It seems that the blood can't flow anymore.

He felt that he was going to die.

——"Brother can wait, but the souls of the more than 200 people who died in the Ye family will hate the helplessness of brother because of this?"

"Can't..." Ye Ze shook his head, regaining his senses, calmed down for a while, and got up slowly.

No matter how painful it is, it is useless.

What he is carrying will not disappear because of his pain, nor is it death, so he can escape.

He can't die...

Before he slashed the man... he couldn't die!

He raised his hand, and then suddenly realized that the sword that had been drawn from the puppet had disappeared.

In the silent village, everyone is dead.

A lot of blood.

Warm, then icy in the snow.

Ye Ze walked out slowly, he didn't know where this world of purgatory was or where he should go.

I just felt that he could not stay here, in this place, any longer.

It doesn't work for a minute.

On the snowy ground, there were faint bloodstains and footprints, spreading crookedly, some of the new snow covered it and it was invisible, and some were very clear.

A ghostly messenger, Ye Ze stepped on the snow, deep and shallow, slowly following the bloodstain step by step, staggering, a little embarrassingly walked out of the village, suddenly a chill.

He raised his head.

The sky and the earth were cold, and the wind and snow were fierce, and in a white shadow, the figure wearing a black cloak and holding a familiar sword that disappeared from his hand, stiff in the snow, looked clear and somewhat cold.

The color of the snow was shining white, and the reflections were a little unclear, but the bloodstains and footprints of the blood and footprints spread all the way behind the man in black.

The sword dripped with blood.

Ye Ze's mind was empty and slowly approached.

Suddenly, he discovered that there was another person on the opposite side of the man in black.

The man was dressed in pale clothes, as if melted in the snow, his cheeks were white, and the black hair and the cloak of the man in black blended into the same color. Ye Ze couldn't see clearly when they were far apart.

The man in the black cloak with his back turned to him, he couldn't see clearly, but the man facing him was a beautiful woman in white.

The wind and snow fluttered, causing the two of them to be hunting and hunting.

It is an indescribable beauty, a charm from the soul.

She and Xia Wuyin have cat-like eyes.

"Give me the sword." The white-clothed woman said.

The man in the black cloak handed her the sword obediently.

He heard the light and ethereal words of the man in the cloak.

"...Do you still believe me?"

Hearing this, the woman in white was silent for a while, and finally stepped forward and slowly hugged the man in the black cloak.

It's cold.

Ye Ze thought, but they looked...very good.

very warm.

So, it should be... believe it.

But why is the man in white crying?

Suddenly heard a "chi" sound.

Ye Ze opened his eyes suddenly.

The blood-stained long sword suddenly penetrated the chest of the black cloak. The cold sword tip was not stained with blood, but in the wind and snow, it looked too cold.

Ye Ze still walked forward without taking back his steps.

He saw the woman in white slowly lowered her beautiful red eyes, and her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. She hugged the man in the black cloak, released the sword holding the sword, and then slowly descended, and finally pulled out from the waist of the man in the black cloak. Created a snow-white bone flute.

The bone flute was pale as snow, with red knots entangled like blood at the end, flying in the hands of the woman Xue Baisu with the cold wind.

After she got the flute, she slowly took a step back, another step.

The man in the cloak stood there, seeming to be staring at her, even though his chest was penetrated by the cold sword, he did not move.

The puppet has no blood and will not shed tears.

It's just whispering, and asking the same thing.

"……Do you believe me?"

Wind and frost drift far away.

Ye Ze thought.

The sword in the chest is obviously the best answer.

Why do you want to ask.

Obviously so sad.

"I don't believe it." As if she couldn't bear to watch it, the woman in white turned around holding the flute, her back was stiff and indifferent, and her voice was soft and cruel. "Forever, I won't believe it."

Going farther and farther, until it disappears no more.

The puppet who was stabbed with a sword still stood quietly on the spot, without moving, staring at the figure from the back until Fengshuang lost his eyes and couldn't see it again.

I heard that the puppets abandoned by their masters will be demonized.

Because the owner did not give enough trust, he backtracked and demonized.

Will this puppet also be demonized?

Or... already demonized?

Ye Ze thought of a villager who had been blood-washed, and the blood-stained sword in the hands of the cloaked man before, and suddenly felt that if he lost his master's feelings, maybe this puppet would bite his master?

can you?

What will it do?

Ye Ze raised his head and looked at the back of the black cloak standing still, like a sculpture.

Because the family members were killed by the demonized puppets, he has also checked a lot of this information over the years.

Senran's devilish energy has already begun to diffuse.

"...Magic?" Ye Ze wasn't sure.

Nothing.

No, these devilish qi... is it like the backlash of other puppets? Is this a leader?

The leader who controlled the master's thousands of puppets was abandoned...So how much backlash will the puppet underneath that cannot accept the master's feelings?

Ye Ze was very uncertain.

But it feels very cruel.

As the wind and snow drifted away, the abandoned puppet was in the sky full of wind and frost, carrying the devilish energy that was eaten back by his puppets, and carefully squeezed out a willow leaf sealed by spiritual power from his arms, and gently blew it up.

Melodious, and some brisk tunes sounded leisurely.

Pleasant, brisk, until the back, slowly sad.

More and more sad.

Gradually, despair, confusion, and fear were mixed.

Also, loneliness.

The sky was sinking, Ye Ze was watching, the moon was setting and the sun was rising, and the sky was white again.

"Homecoming" never stopped.

The long sorrow, the collapsed faith, and the snow all over the sky can't bear the devastation.

Nobody knows.

This is the first song it has learned.

At that time, play a song, that person will smile very well.

Nowadays, no one cares about Ye Jintianming.