Murder God Chapter 47
byChapter 47 047 Falling.
Chapter 47
The night was too quiet, except for Jian Zhi’s almost silent breathing, occasionally mixed with a little crying. I don’t know if it was too much pleasure, or if she really couldn’t bear it.
During those chaotic breaths, Ye Chenzhi held him in his arms and listened to his heartbeat. Jian Zhi’s whole body was in his arms, held tightly by him, and no one could take him away.
After it was over, Ye Chenzhi entered the bathroom with him.
Amidst the sound of warm water, Jian Zhi suddenly said: “By the way, someone is going to assassinate me tomorrow, did you know?”
Ye Chenzhi was obviously stunned for a moment: “I don’t know, who is it?”
“I don’t know, I just know that there will be such a thing,” Jian Zhi said while taking a shower, “You help me keep an eye on him and don’t let him kill me before the coronation ceremony is completed.”
“How could I let someone assassinate you?” Ye Chenzhi nodded, picked him up, rubbed his hair, and began to wash his hair, “When will we do it tomorrow?”
“Are you talking about killing the world law?” Jian Zhi pondered, “It was seriously injured by the ancient god, and its binding force on the world line is now less than 30%. Tomorrow… wait until I am crowned.”
“It has no entity, how can we do it?” Ye Chenzhi asked.
Jian Zhi pursed his lips: “I know where it is hidden.”
–in his heart.
But it was impossible for him to tell Ye Chenzhi about this.
That day in the cave of the ancient god, he not only severely damaged the laws of the world, but also used the power of the ancient god to seal it in his heart and forcefully fell into a deep sleep.
There are no rules in the current online world, so pollution has become more frequent recently and it has become increasingly turbulent.
What he will do tomorrow is to let Ye Chenzhi pierce his heart with his own hands and use the power that originally belonged to the laws of the world to completely obliterate it.
The moment the world line collapses, the “door” will open again, and he and Ye Chenzhi can take the opportunity to return to their original world.
…
1. A dreamless night.
The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.
When the first ray of sunlight fell on the white tower, Jian Zhi was already sitting on the main seat at the top of the tower. The priest stood beside him, divided into two rows, with a solemn expression.
Cyril sat opposite him, looking away from him.
At the coronation ceremony, he will complete the handover of positions with Jian Zhi and button up the red robe symbolizing the Round Table for him.
Ye Chenzhi stood behind Jian Zhi, watching everyone present intently as the priests chanted.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn’t find the assassin Jian Zhi mentioned.
This is unreasonable.
Human beings should have no place to hide in his eyes.
Especially for humans with hidden murderous intent, there is no way to hide that kind of aura.
The ceremony was going on in an orderly manner, and Ye Chenzhi was almost a little anxious. Why couldn’t he find the assassin?
Where is that world law hiding?
As the priest chanted, Cyril stood up, with a red robe in his hand that symbolized power and status.
He walked over step by step and stood in front of Jian Zhi.
Jian Zhi lowered his head slightly, allowing Cyril to spread the robe and cover him.
The loose robes flew high in the wind, blocking everyone’s sight.
During this gap, Jian Zhi suddenly reached out and grabbed Cyril’s collar.
Cyril’s eyes suddenly widened and his pupils tightened. He had no idea what he wanted to do. He was about to ask a question, but he only had time to make a brief sound when Jian Zhi grabbed his wrist and quickly pulled him back.
The sudden change occurred, and neither the spectators nor the priest who was waiting for the next step reacted.
Only Ye Chenzhi, who was standing behind him, suddenly caught up with him, chased the two of them, and jumped off the tower together.
There were screams from the top of the tower, and strong winds outside the tower blew up Jian Zhi’s red robe, making him look like a strong blood flower blooming in the air.
Ye Chenzhi controlled the wind and clouds to form a huge buffer zone under the White Tower, but his power could not reach the top of the White Tower. This entire place was under the control of the angels.
“Jian Zhi!”
Ye Chenzhi’s roar sounded in Jian Zhi’s ears:
“What are you doing?”
“Me?”
Jian Zhi let go of Cyril and let him fall naturally into the fierce wind.
“He’s murdering the evil god.”
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