lol: Bind Syndra at the start

"Do you understand the sorrow of the Noxians?"

"Can the barbaric Noxians also feel sad!?" Yasuo seemed to have heard a joke.

Riven sighed and responded, "Noxians are also human beings. As human beings, they have their own thoughts, their own sorrows, and their own pursuits..."

"All you want is to invade others!" Yasuo gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt that he could lift the sword again.

"Noxus is guilty, I admit that." Riven looked at Yasuo, her question becoming pointed. "But are all of you Ionians kind? I've seen members of the Navori Brotherhood along the way. What's the difference between them and us?

"Oh, there is a difference. At least we won't attack our own people, let alone the civilians of Noxus."

"you......"

Veins popped up on the back of Yasuo's hand.

Only family members know their own business, and the Navoli Brotherhood is indeed not clean.

Even he himself was assassinated by them.

This group of termites is not only devouring the material resources of the Ionians, but also destroying their spiritual totems.

"There are bad people in Ionia, and there are bad people in Noxus. I heard someone say that judging a person should be based on both their actions and their heart." Riven adjusted her tone and said, "We all make mistakes, but running away is not the solution."

"who are you!?"

Yasuo's expression darkened.

He found that the other party's random words seemed to have a clear direction.

This Noxian woman seemed to have her own logic in speaking, guiding her thoughts in a certain direction.

"I said I was a broken sword. I spent my childhood in the Noxian army, where I had no friends, no entertainment, and all I encountered was fighting and killing...

"The Noxian military camp is like a melting pot. No matter whether you are resolute or cold-blooded, you will eventually be molded into the shape they need.

“But here…”

Riven looked at Yasuo, then at the stream. "Although I've only been here a short time and haven't come into contact with many people, I've glimpsed a world I've never seen before. Here there's peace, there's friendship, there's..."

Several faces appeared in her mind.

"The most important thing is that I have come to terms with my own sins. I have indeed committed many sins, but this is not the end of my life. In the remaining time I have, I want to atone for my sins with my actions."

Riven looked at Yasuo again. "What about you? Do you choose to escape, or do you seek atonement?"

Yasuo's pupils suddenly contracted. "Do you know me?"

But then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, who doesn't know me now..."

The death of Elder Suma was like a bombshell in the surrounding area.

He heard other people's discussions more than once during his escape.

"So what do you want, Noxian?" Yasuo tried to draw his sword, but after several attempts, he gave up and said, "Kill me? Or come and watch me laugh?"

Riven met Yasuo's gaze directly. "I said I wanted to atone for my sins."

"Atonement?" Yasuo laughed at himself. "Then you've got the wrong person. You should know that I'm a sinner too."

"Someone once told me that the first step to atonement is taking responsibility."

"!"

Yasuo was stunned for a moment.

He had heard similar words from his teacher, Elder Suma.

It is said that this is the theory of a judge in the court.

"And saving you is my responsibility!"

As Riven spoke, she suddenly moved closer to Yasuo and whispered:

"Do you want to know who the real murderer is!?"

"!!!?"

Yasuo felt his breathing suddenly tighten.

The guilt that had tormented him for a long time seemed to finally have a target for venting.

"who is it!?"

Yasuo drew his sword without hesitation.

The rushing wind created a loud noise all around.

Countless branches and leaves slapped each other, as if comforting each other.

Riven's silver hair was blown wildly by the wind, and the package lying on the ground was completely lifted up.

Fragments were scattered among the weeds, but this certainly didn't catch Yasuo's attention.

Seeing this...

Riven moved herself to the lakeside against the strong wind, the surging lake water behind her like boiling magma.

"You've seen him."

She was stalling for time with words.

At the same time, he observed the lake behind him.

She had done an excellent job following Ryan's instructions.

Next she wanted to see how Ryan put the finishing touches on the job.

"Have I seen...?"

Yasuo's emotions paused for a moment.

Almost at the same moment, the boiling lake surface suddenly turned dark purple.

They instantly began to spread wildly with the lake surface as the background.

The gloomy atmosphere instantly overwhelmed the strong wind, making the surrounding trees as quiet as silkworms in winter.

Countless winding lines appeared on the lake surface, and they reflected the irregular rolling of the lake water...

Or perhaps it is precisely because of this rolling that they present a more stunning effect.

Riven only blinked twice.

A huge 'painting' suddenly appeared on the originally chaotic lake surface.

Yasuo's attention was drawn to this inexplicable painting.

But just as he was about to roar to get the answer, the world quietly turned dark.

—

Who are you guys standing with tonight?!

Is it an all-Chinese team or five championships?

Chapter 47: Battle in the Painting

Ryan's figure gradually became clearer, as if gradually emerging from the bottom of the water, or as if it was a phantom directly projected onto the water surface by moonlight.

Under the dim moonlight, deep purple dark magic traced a smooth trajectory between his fingers.

These tracks quickly spread and expanded in the air, enveloping the stream, the soil, and the swordsman who was in the midst of excitement.

Just like Riven is gifted at scouting and understanding maps, Lion is a fucking genius when it comes to magic.

He was able to apply the master's advice to other situations immediately.

What is a painting?

This meaning had a specific definition in Ryan's previous world.

But in this magical world, many definitions are idealistic.

When he thinks of rivers as canvases, then they are canvases.

When he thinks he can paint on the river, then he can paint.

So-called painting is nothing more than a form of magic.

Ryan's inspiration actually comes from a passionate comic.

In that comic, in the early stages, everyone had to perform hand seals very rigidly, and they even came up with the idea that performing several hand seals per second would be very powerful.

But in the later part of the comics, those complicated and regular hand seals seemed to become an unnecessary burden, and people could just clap their hands to get what they wanted.

Since it's possible in the comics.

There’s no reason why that wouldn’t work in a painting!

The final result proved that Ryan's idea was correct.

Of course, there is a prerequisite here.

That is, his strength and mental strength are far superior to Yasuo.

Therefore, he could directly use his tyrannical power to send him into another 'world'.

When the gloomy magic replaced the surrounding wind and became the main theme of the night, Riven turned her head as if she had sensed something and saw Ryan with no trace of moisture on his body.

She opened her mouth slightly and finally pulled herself out of her previous emotions.

"Did it succeed?!"

Riven was looking forward to it.

Those emotions just now were partly a performance, but they were also a reflection of my inner self.

While persuading Yasuo, she was actually persuading herself.

"Success."

Ryan nodded in response.

In fact, Rui Mengmeng's performance was much better than he imagined.

In his original plan, he had already made plans and measures to deal with Rui Mengmeng directly revealing her identity as the murderer.

But I have to say that no matter which world we are in, sincerity is a must-have skill!

Looking at Yasuo who was immersed in the painting, Ryan narrowed his eyes.

The stream under my feet became more turbulent without me noticing.

He came to the shore and stroked Riven's ahoge. "Pay attention to your surroundings. I have to go in and make some arrangements."

......

......

"Crack!"

Almost at the moment his vision changed, Yasuo reflexively drew the sword from his waist, and invisible wind elements began to swirl around him.

They gathered into a tornado in an instant, and the huge attraction tore the surrounding space apart.

But the next moment...

The wind element dissipated.

Endless fallen leaves fell from the sky like snowflakes.

The fighting spirit in Yasuo's eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.

What is he doing?

Who is he going to fight?

He looked down at the ground and realized how long the bonfire had been out.

The pit was filled with fallen leaves.

The morning light on the horizon is trying hard to dispel the darkness and spread its light to the ground.

When does it get light?

Have you been standing by the stream all night?

Yasuo frowned instinctively. He found that something seemed to be wrong, but he had no idea what was wrong.