Yang Jian×Jiang Ziya
Strong forces join forces·Destiny is the game·HE
On the day Jiang Ziya came down from the mountain, he didn't expect that Yang Jian would be his fate.
It is the wise master who is supported, but the faint king is punished. When he first saw the cold-hearted martial nephew with a heavenly eye on his forehead, he just thought he had an extra sharp knife.
Yang Jian was ordered to go down to the lower world in order to keep an eye on this "man of destiny" to see if he was worthy of being in charge of the list of gods.
One controls the world, and the other is ordered to supervise.
But the chess piece always warmed a pot of tea for him late at night, was the first to rush into the commander's tent when he coughed up blood, and used his body to block Wen Zhong's male and female whips for him in front of the Shi Jue Formation. The chess player gradually realized that he no longer wanted to be just a chess player in this game.
The tense moment of their first encounter, the conflict between life and death under Chaoge City, the blood flowing side by side in the Zhuxian Formation - some things have quietly changed in the blood and fire.
Until that day, Yang Jian carried him out of the formation covered in blood, his voice was so hoarse that he said, "Uncle Master, if you die, I, the God of War, will not do it for you."
Jiang Ziya suddenly couldn't figure it out. I can't tell when the warmth of a person was mixed into this country; I can't tell why the one who should be most important to my heart was left out of the 365 names on the list of gods.
When the evil spirit surged into the sky in front of the Shi Jue Formation, his hand holding the divine whip trembled for the first time. It turns out that what the chess player fears most is putting his or her heart on the chessboard.
"Jian'er," he said softly in the smoke, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers behind him, and the man's blood-stained face in front of him, "I lost this game of chess."
Yang Jian smiled, his eyes reflecting the flames of war and him: "Uncle Master, you have never won."
Starting from the first sight.
