lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The swordsmanship that Yasuo had just demonstrated to his fellow disciples in the "accidental killing" incident already had a little bit of the outline of Ryan's dream.

And Ryan, who has played the game, knows very well that Yasuo has not yet taken out his best tricks.

In that case, let’s make it a little more difficult.

Ryan exudes a capitalist air.

"So let me take a look at what swordsmanship in this world is..."

The next task is.

press!

press!

Squeeze again!

With the blooming of deep purple light, his will once again descended upon the world in the painting.

The sun in the painting turned into Ryan's eyes.

Wherever the light reaches, whatever the eyes see.

He saw Yasuo's struggle and also saw Yasuo's regret.

But that's not enough...

The more unforgettable it is in the painting, the more we will cherish it in reality.

Ryan could feel that Yasuo was like a taut string.

If you want to break this string completely, you need to press it down lightly, or... take a strong medicine directly!

The process can be brutal.

But the result is bound to be merciful.

Ryan felt that if Yasuo had the opportunity to choose, he would also ask himself to adjust the strength to the maximum.

After all, in the real world, who can take medicine for regret?

If someone could see into his life, let him experience it in a dream before the biggest tragedy happened, and then let him return to the real world, Ryan would be grateful to that person for the rest of his life.

......

Do you guys have any regrets?

Chapter 49: Burning Sun

The rushing wind is mixed with a chill that doesn't belong to this season.

They were like boning knives, causing Yasuo to feel excruciating pain from the inside out.

The sticky scarlet liquid flowed down his sword blade, and the bloodstains that melted into the ground seemed like they could never be wiped clean - just like the sins on his body.

He did not kill Elder Su Ma, but he killed his fellow disciples who were chasing him.

The whole process was like a hurricane rushing past, so fast that he almost had no time to react.

In a trance, Yasuo felt as if he had turned into a sword.

The other end of himself was tightly grasped by cruel fate.

The only way to free myself...

Yasuo looked down at the sword, and his hand gripping the hilt began to tremble.

But the next moment, he suddenly opened his palm, and the long sword still fell.

I seemed to hear a strange female voice speaking in my mind:

The first step to atonement is taking responsibility...

"responsibility?"

Yasuo tried hard not to look at the familiar faces on the ground.

He didn't know why a strange woman's voice sounded in his mind, but this voice did open up a new path for him.

If his previous responsibility was to protect Elder Suma.

So now the responsibility...

"I want to find the real murderer!"

Yasuo's eyes slowly came into focus.

The scorching sunlight made him feel dazed.

But in a trance he found his new direction.

He bent down to pick up his sword and wiped the blood off it with his sleeve.

But it seemed that because blood had splashed onto the clothes before, the more he wiped, the more blood stains appeared.

The sunlight at this moment released a scorching heat that did not belong to this season. The dull and humid air made Yasuo squint his eyes, and the world at this moment seemed to be covered by a layer of crimson filter.

He no longer looked at the corpse on the ground, nor at the bloodstains on the sword.

A messy wind blew up around him, pushing him away quickly.

He is a sinner.

But before paying the price for his sins, he has to find the real murderer who killed his master.

This idea is like the final light that supports him to move forward, and any figure that stands in the way of this light will be regarded as an obstacle by him.

With this belief, he began to travel through the forest again.

The guilt in his heart made him feel like a rat crossing the street even in an empty place where no one was around.

He soiled his face with weeds and dirt, and soaked his clothes with blood and sweat.

At every decision point, he would choose the more difficult path.

It seems that the more suffering one encounters, the better one feels inside.

The only thing that keeps him going is his inner obsession, the light in the darkness.

However, just as he was chasing the 'light' and trying to find the murderer, another figure blocked his way...

Another familiar figure.

To be more precise, it should be the most familiar figure in his life.

"Yone..."

Yasuo lowered his head, and a strand of hair fell from his bun, covering half of his face.

They were tangled with the stubble, as if trying to cover the entire face.

This subconscious body movement can sometimes reflect one's mood better than facial expressions.

But the figure opposite seemed not to care about these subtle movements.

"Go back with me."

Yongen's voice sounded unfamiliar.

It seems to be different from the past.

It was like the bone-chilling cold of winter, instantly extinguishing the little hope that Yasuo had finally managed to generate in his heart.

But for Yasuo, this strangeness and abnormality actually made him breathe a sigh of relief.

If Yongen showed kindness and understanding at this time, it would make him feel even more tormented.

After all, if their identities were reversed, he didn't know if he could maintain his previous attitude when facing Yongen.

Looking at the face that seemed a little blurry in the dark night, Yasuo sighed and spoke with some trembling:

"Do you believe me?"

Even if we know it is unlikely, people will always have some unrealistic hopes.

Especially when the target is your own family.

However, this ray of hope seems unable to illuminate the dark and cloudy night.

Yongen's voice was still cold, but there seemed to be a hint of urgency in it.

"Go back with me!"

"I can't go back with you now. I have to find the real murderer..." At this point, a sentence suddenly rang in Yasuo's mind, "Taking responsibility is the first step to atonement. I made a mistake, and I will go back with you.

"But before that, I need to shoulder the responsibilities I need to bear in my own way."

"Your responsibility?" Yongen's tone was sharper than a sword. "Is it your responsibility to kill those fellow disciples who came to capture you?"

"..."

Yasuo's hand trembled.

He didn't know how Yongen knew about this, but the truth would not be explained to anyone. It was like a gloating spectator, watching everyone's ugly appearance under misfortune.

"Come back with me. Your responsibility now is to give an account to the families of those brothers."

"I'll go give them an explanation! But before that..."

Yasuo gripped his sword tighter.

As a native Ionian, he knew what would happen if he went back.

According to the court's procedures, in this case, no evidence is even needed to convict him of the crime.

As a local, he knew the consequences of such guilt.

The worst that could happen was being thrown into a monastery prison.

This result is unacceptable to him now.

He could not accept that the real murderer of Elder Suma was still at large.

He could not accept that after killing his fellow disciples, his final fate was just to grow old naturally in one place.

He must take responsibility!

The person who can kill Elder Su Ma must be a master. If it costs a price to capture this master, then he is willing to be that price.

He must find the real murderer and bring him to justice.

Even according to Ionian law, the murderer would not ultimately pay for Elder Suma's life;

Even though he might die at the hands of the murderer, he would not regret it.

All he needs is to find the real murderer!

All he needs is to find his inner balance!

"Crack!"

The sound of a sword being drawn interrupted Yasuo's thoughts.

He raised his sword almost instinctively to block Yongen's attack.

At the moment the swords collided, Yasuo keenly felt that the opponent's strength was much greater than before, but lacked some skills.

Maybe it's because of anger...

Yasuo quickly understood the reason for Yongen's change.

But for him, this change is not good news.

Because anger seemed to give Yongen more strength, so that even ordinary attacks were difficult for him to resist.

so......

"Let's fight quickly!"

Yasuo's eyes gradually became sharper, and a gust of wind surged on the edge of his sword.

As he moved forward with the wind, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the sun in the sky.

For some reason, four words suddenly popped up in his mind.

The scorching sun is burning my heart.

......