Chapter 136 Invincible Golden Blade (5)

"..."

Jiang Jianming was caught off guard by this "please".

He was stunned, and Ryan clinged to him as if he was chasing after the victory. He took his right hand and quickly put the ring back, and kissed it on the ring finger.

The little Highness was originally beautiful, but at this time the whole figure was glowing with brilliance: "Okay? Jiang, please..."

"You..." Jiang Jianming pushed him away with a headache, opened his mouth to curse and felt tired, and finally asked helplessly, "Why?"

"I'm afraid. You say you're not afraid, but I'm afraid. I...I don't know why."

Ryan bowed his head, his emerald pupils gleaming faintly in the twilight of Sihe. He looked at his palm and said softly, "Maybe it's because of this power."

He is too different from ordinary people and has always been used to being alone. Since he has a lover, he has been walking on thin ice even more, for fear that Jiang Jianming will be implicated in anything by him.

Sometimes, he felt frightened when he watched Jiang Jianming get close to him as if his soul had left his body. How could a soft and weak human being so unguardedly snuggle beside the hideous monster?

It's too dangerous, even if you inadvertently rub your arm against the monster's fangs, you will end up with blood flowing. What's more, monsters also have enemies, what if there are?

Too dangerous.

Giving the Wings of Venus is not enough; Giving the mecha S-Xueguo is still not enough; even adding the intellectual brain Seth Henry, it seems that it is still not enough.

Simply break this terrifying power itself apart.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had to go to the battlefield, Ryan wouldn't even mind giving half of it to Jiang Jianming.

But this seems difficult to achieve. The leader said that crystal particles are deeply integrated with human beings, and it is difficult to forcibly extract them to 10%, and 20% is the limit. If half of it is pulled away, the flesh and bones of the whole person will be torn apart, and there will be no doubt of death.

Therefore, he can only do his best to this extent.

"..."

Jiang Jianming rubbed his forehead helplessly, and let out a long sigh.

Too difficult. He is not afraid of death, not afraid of difficulties and dangers, but the little highness...

In the end, he took a step back.

"I understand, it can be kept with me temporarily."

Jiang Jianming looked down at the ring on his ring finger and said softly, "But I won't use it."

"When this empire gets better and you grow bigger... In short, when you can feel at ease, please come to me to get this ring back and destroy it yourself."

Ryan looked up suddenly, surprised and happy. He didn't expect Jiang Jianming to really give in to his principles, and quickly said: "Okay!"

He held his lover's hand and refused to let it go, hugged the thin body, and said with multiple voices: "Sure, I promise you."

Looking back on the youthful spirit at the time, the firm belief in the future was a little ridiculously naive.

At the time, neither he nor Ryan knew anything about the impending turn of fate.

Before returning to the empire, Jiang Jianming followed the little prince to the base, extracted a crystal particle from his body and combined it with the spirit of the ring, and the golden blade controlled by him was completed.

After the twists and turns of time, a lot of things happened, Jiang Jianming never used this ring once.

He was guarding that line for his ignorant little Highness. As long as he didn't use it, it was just an ordinary engagement ring, not a crystal bone weapon.

If it wasn't for the star city being swept away by artillery fire, the crystal chaos took innocent lives; the pagans stood under the dark sky, propaganda to bring mankind to paradise.

If it wasn't for him being told the truth about the crystal particles, the choice of the race's survival would come before him...

Perhaps this golden blade will never be unsheathed.

But at least at this moment, it illuminates this dark sea of ​​stars.

crackle! !

What he stepped on was the cracked crystal bone fragment, and Jiang Jianming's eyes were filled with red gold light.

Chaotic Bishop's face twitched hideously, losing its former grace. In the pain of the crystal bone being shattered, he heard the question of the young man in front of him.

It is said that the selfish feelings and selfish desires produced by the separation of thinking are the cornerstone of human beings?

If the ultimate comes, his beliefs and ideals will also lose their meaning?

No, I don't care, Lauren thought to herself.

As long as it can lead mankind to the other side of happiness, even beliefs and ideals can be abandoned, I don't care——

But in the blink of an eye, Lauren saw Jiang Jianming's ice-white face and dark eyes again.

"Only human beings pursue happiness, not crystal particles. Your Excellency, what is happiness, have you ever thought about it?"

In this world, what is suffering and what is happiness?

For children in slums, starvation and freezing are suffering, and it is even more suffering to watch relatives and friends freeze to death due to poverty.

So happiness for them is so simple: a big, spacious house with a warm fireplace in winter; hot, freshly baked bread and sweet milk every day.

There are festivals

Food

With fireworks, the future is full of hope; family and friends gather together, laugh and scold, and stay with each other.

Losing the five senses is neither hungry nor cold, losing emotions without relatives or friends, is neither suffering nor happiness.

That's called "nothing".

Because they "have nothing".

"You went the wrong way from the start."

Jiang Jianming calmly drew the sharp blade in his hand halfway through the arc. At this moment, the two were close at hand, suddenly stopped, and then passed by.

"The moment when the ultimate comes, human beings will not feel misery, but neither will they feel happiness."

Gently, silently.

The thin crystal bone blade slid across Lauren's neck.

"Because at that time," Jiang Jianming looked indifferent and didn't look back at the bishop, "they couldn't feel anything."

It is the happiness of human beings to have selfish desires.

"Nothing" is not happiness.

Lauren's eyes widened, his features contorted. The first drop of blood emerged from the right side of the neck, and soon it turned into a crimson line and connected to the left side. The neck was now bursting with blue veins, squeezing out a roar with a changed voice.

"This is impossible!!"

His voice was full of unwillingness and grief. I don't know if it was for the sake of a failed plan, or for the life that was about to wither.

Or, a belief that he believed in for many years and dedicated his life to it, but was completely denied by a young man.

That which lives and exists only in dreams, infinitely bright, happy paradise.

"Goodbye," Jiang Jianming said, "His Excellency Gerhard Lauren."

A string of blood splashed from the rain curtain of blue broken crystals, and Lauren's head rolled and flew out.

In the mid-air of the starship bridge, the eyes of the bishop of chaos are watching from the sky deadly——

This young disabled human was pale and bloody, closed his eyes gently, every inch of his face was breathtaking, and Jing Ai and Xingguang crowned him.

thump.

Lauren's head fell to the ground.

Boom!

Jiang Jianming's knees softened, and he fell to the ground swaying.

"Your Excellency Bishop!!"

"Your Excellency Bishop of Chaos was killed—"

There were shouts, and the guns in the hands of countless crystal sects were raised again, aiming at the imperial officer who was running out of fuel on the bridge, and pulled the trigger!

boom

The loud noise of the porthole shattering drowned out the gunshots.

Everything was in the blink of an eye, shadows shrouded the bridge, and the mecha M-Chop Comet crashed directly in!

Whoops...glass shards were swept out of the ship by the low pressure. Under the swept away of the red gold crystal bones, the bullets were all bounced off; the crystal cultists under the bridge were smashed into the air, and the blood mist burst out in the screams.

But Jiang Jianming's consciousness has quickly blurred.

The body is like a whistling mountain and sea, and the sun and the moon are reversed. He fell silently to the ground like a dying leaf, but someone hugged him.

He knew who it was, and his heart stinged bitterly, wanting to say that His Highness should stop using crystal bones, something would happen; get out of here, please take me away...take me back.

Even if we can't go back to being a pure teenager, at least we are still by each other's side, so there is still a way to return together.

Is it right?

...

The starship was wrapped in raging fire and plunged into the universe.

The half-wasted Chopping Comet was left there forever, the mecha Xuejiu drove out of the sea of ​​fire, the wings pierced through the thick smoke, and escaped the siege of the Crystal Cult at the fastest speed.

Along the way the starships parted their way in a dead silence. No one dared to stop it, and the small mecha like pearls of snow went straight away, heading towards the direction of the Imperial Golden Sun fleet.

"Jiang Jianming!!"

"Look at me...you look at me..."

The vague voice sounded on the side of Jiang Jianming's ear, sometimes far and near.

"open one's eyes……"

"Please."

It is the same tone as in the past, the years he has been tossing and turning seem to have flowed back again at this time.

Jiang Jianming's consciousness fluctuated in the tide of time.

In a trance, he was still sleeping in a corner of Aslan's library, the fragrance of the spring breeze blew from the half-opened window, the gentle sunlight fell through his eyelids, and everything was prosperous.

The young Ryan came to him quietly, used his body to block the sunlight for him, leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye.

Jiang, do you regret it?

In the upside-down and disordered dream, the boy with platinum curly hair bent down lowered his eyebrows and rubbed his broken hair as he asked.

Do you... even for a moment, do you regret meeting me?

Jiang Jianming was dizzy, but his heart was agitated by the voice in his ear.

He doesn't know why, it has been three years, oh no, it will be almost four years after that, and the phantom of the young prince will still persevere in his dreams every day.

Could it be that you can't let go of it subconsciously?

Like every time before, Jiang Jianming raised his head coldly in the dream, his eyebrows were cold and mean.

This time, he chose to pick up a book at hand and smashed it over. The phantom of the crown prince was shattered, and he looked at him with a sad and affectionate last look.

The world collapsed, and boundless white light enveloped him—

"Um, cough...!"

In the treatment cabin of the mecha Xueji, the human body of the residual crystal human who could hardly see the ups and downs of the heart suddenly twitched, and he choked out a few mouthfuls of blood in pain.

Jiang Jianming opened his eyes, and in the blurred vision, he vaguely saw the glass cover of the treatment cabin, and outside the treatment cabin was the interior of the mecha Xuejiu.

An oxygen mask was buckled on his face, countless needles were attached to his body, and advanced medical liquid was soaking him.

"...Okay, clear the mecha taxiway of your starship, and the medics are ready for first aid!!"

Opposite is the driver's console. Ryan hung up the communication with red eyes. Hearing the sound in the treatment cabin trembled, he turned back hastily, "...Jiang?"

"Le... Ann."

In the treatment cabin, Jiang Jianming's eyes were lost, and the fingers hanging by his side curled weakly, as if he wanted to reach out to the person in front of him.

"I'm here!" Ryan rushed over quickly in two steps, kneeling beside the treatment cabin in a hurry, "We're going back to the starship, and we'll hold on for a few more minutes."

He opened the cover of the treatment cabin, made Jiang Jianming's head tilted to his side, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, open your mouth and spit out the blood..."

Jiang Jianming half-closed his eyes tiredly, and rubbed his cheek against Ryan's palm.

He was dimly conscious and whispered weakly, "Your Highness..."

"Cough, can you... give me some water..."

"Well... thirsty."