Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

"Why…you—asshole!"

"Do you want to take Yan away from me again?"

Waving the rock spear, Qiong's pupils shrank, he roared, and his eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.

Yan slipped from his back, and Qiong burst out with the power of three kinds of destiny to repel the black-robed boy. The moment he turned around, he threw Yan into Lin Ze's arms.

"Lin Ze, take Yan away first." Qiong endured it. He didn't trust Lin Ze, but there was no other way at the moment.

Look at the black-robed boy's lazy way of retreating, it's obvious that he didn't use his full strength.

If he were alone, he would fight to the death.

But with Yan behind him, he had to remain rational, even though his heart was already in turmoil, clamoring to kill the black-robed boy.

The moment the black robe moved, the "Manye Cat" outside the screen was startled, "The Ruthless Emperor, every time he says to fight, he starts fighting, it scares me to death!"

[A little dragon huddled behind the curtain: "I've already dealt with PSTD, what's the black-robed boy doing here again? He's not going to kill Yan, is he? Damn, leaving Qiong with only four stars will kill him!"

[Maintenance Worker No. 47 of the Black Tower Space Station: The time for revenge has come, Qiong, for my peanut, for Huannian's peanut!]

"Wow, you've improved a lot... I thought I could kill him with one blow." Yan Nian smiled and gripped the short blade tightly.

Chaomu next to him drew out the big sword from behind, and hot flames like molten gold shot up into the sky and condensed into the sword body, which came from his master's relic - Heavenly Fire.

In the end, only two people survived on the two planets.

The last man from Takama-ga-hara and the last ghost from Izumo - Yomi.

Untying the bandages on his hands, he revealed a crack on his palm, like a mouth, devouring everything and greedily eating everything.

The legs turned into snake tails and began to split.

There is a residential area nearby, so Jingyuan will not use his full strength, but before the reinforcements arrive, Yannian must fight quickly and decisively with his lovely clone.

"Don't be nervous, Qiong. This isn't the first time we've met... I'm just using this as a joke."

"An immortal failure, it's no big deal if it's gone," Yannian said disdainfully, his tone casual and cold. "As the center of this story, I will take your life later."

"It's an emergency... I'll spare you for now."

Yannian swooped down, the soles of his boots scraping against the slippery bluestone, splashing tiny water droplets. He held the dagger against his wrist, the blade drawing a cold blue arc in the light, cutting off the flames and colliding with Qiong's flaming spear.

Qiong waved his hands wildly, his expression ferocious. "I didn't decide my birth, and my destiny is not in my own hands."

"From the moment I opened my eyes, I have been following a script arranged by others. I have never owed you anything. Why do you keep taking them away from me again and again!"

"Why!"

"You gave me feelings and then so cruelly tore them apart. Why not just not choose me in the first place and let me die as useless data!"

"Today, unless you kill me, don't even think about touching a single hair of mine." Qiong's voice trembled, and the smell of blood and rust seeped from the roots of his teeth. He attacked frantically, intending to ignite the night.

He couldn't live without disgust, he couldn't—

Unfair fate was crying, laughing, and gnawing at his bones, but he would never kneel.

"Flame Spear—charge!" Qiong shouted. He was like a mad beast with magma poured into its throat, howling in pain from the throat for the last time before dying.

The black air flow devoured the raging fire, and amid the muffled sound of metal dents, splattered blood mixed with rain passed before Yannian's eyes.

Qiong never owed him anything.

These people...don't owe him anything.

but…

"I can't turn back anymore."

From the moment I killed Huannian, from the moment I embarked on this path, it has now turned into just this sentence.

"Qiong, you can't stop me!"

"Don't worry, when I'm done with it, I'll send you to see him—send you the favorite of the gods."

Yannian's eyes were also red with anger, his mental strength was almost at its limit. He reduced his clone and buried him on the bright battlefield, turning him into icy heat. This was Yan's final mission as a tool.

Otherwise, he would be the one going crazy.

The two men clashed, with Qiong at a disadvantage.

The serrated guard of the dagger bit into the guard of the rock spear. Yannian used the force to hang upside down in the air and kicked Qiong's jaw hard with the front of his boot.

Blood flowed from the corner of Qiong's mouth, and Qiong's eyes were fierce.

"You will be the first to die. Go down and be buried with Huannian and Suyun!" Qiong exploded again, with light flashing on his chest. The surrounding houses collapsed and ordinary residents ran out of the door screaming.

"Qiong, calm down!"

Jing Yuan repelled Chao Mu and released the Divine Control to temporarily control the opponent. Before Chao Mu devoured his power, he ran over here and tried to bring Qiong back to his senses.

Yannian knew that Jingyuan had recovered and this was his last chance. The black light in his hand condensed into a whip, which tied up the fleeing Lin Ze and Yan.

At the moment of meeting Lin Ze, Yannian smiled under the black robe.

On the surface it's two against three, but in reality it's three against two.

He deliberately threw Lin Ze in another direction and then added a sword energy.

If Qiong doesn't save Lin Ze, he will die.

If Qiong comes to the rescue, Yan will die.

[Option 1: Save Lin Ze.]

[Option 2: Continue running forward to save Yan.]

"Oh my god, why is the black-robed boy so mean!" The "Manye Cat" widened his eyes and watched the weaker Lin Ze being thrown out by the black-robed boy, and was only a few seconds away from being hit.

Countless words flew across the barrage.

[Host, if you don't make a choice, both of them will die.]

[Jing Yuan has passed, everything will be fine. Choose Lin Ze.]

[What should I choose, Lin Ze? Are we on good terms? Choose Yan.]

"Fuck, I'll definitely choose Yan. I'm a dragon lover."

"I'm really not familiar with Lin Ze."

"Manyo no Cat" finally chose two.

If there is a choice that you dislike, the preferred choice must be dislike.

If Lin Ze was replaced by Dan Heng, he would have to think deeply for a long time.

"Lin Ze!" Qiong hesitated for a moment, but still rushed towards the black-robed boy fiercely.

But in this moment, the distance between Qiong and Yannian was still distanced.

In the air, disgust fell like a crow feather broken by the wind - the sound of the wind stretched out in his ears, turning into the sound of dripping liquid in the laboratory. It was cold, it was night, and the rubble in the sky passed across his face, adding new scars to the skin that was already full of cracks.

All the strength was flowing out of the wound, along with the memories, name, and unspoken words, all... swept away by the wind.

Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qiong who was running towards him, and slowly smiled.

The sharp short blade pierced his chest... He finally rested in peace in this hometown that did not love him and where he once longed to be accepted.

There will be no new scars on the boy's body from now on... Death will take him to a world without sadness, without discrimination, and without war.

There, he will plant a flower called "waiting" that will never wither.

Until the footsteps of the dome pass through eternity and reunite with him.

I hope that by then... there will be no scars on his body, and he will hug Qiong warmly and express the longing buried deep in his heart - I miss you very much, my family.

How could I think that...it's obviously impossible.

Tears flowed from the corners of Yan's eyes and turned into nothingness.

"Disgusting!"

As Qiong ran, his knees felt like they were filled with lead. He fell to the ground, his whole body covered in coldness, breathing was difficult, and the star core in his chest seemed to be about to explode.

"It's done." Yannian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the sharp sound of the formation knife passed by his ears. Yannian turned around suddenly and felt a chill in his abdomen. The familiar weapon pierced through there.

The blood sprayed out along the blood trough into silk threads, blooming into dark red flowers in the air.

Although he had no feeling, Yannian felt pain at that moment.

Looking up, I saw Jing Yuan's cold and murderous eyes.

To his enemy.

The array sword was turning slowly, like a millstone crushing grains of rice.

The God was hanging in the sky, and purple thunder was echoing. Yannian reached out to grasp the hilt of the knife, his fingertips trembling.

"As expected of General Shen Ce...his movements are so quick and decisive."

"It's a pity that you are too late..." Before Yannian could finish his words, Jingyuan exerted force with his hand, and the formation knife went deeper, pinning him to the wall.

"No matter who you are, you must pay with your life today."

"Evildoer."

The sudden outbreak left Jing Yuan at a loss for words.

The missing star god - Tantao, and his related messengers appeared. The other party obviously held back and did not attack the nearby residents.

Why is this so?

This young man in black robe had attacked Qiong before. There was no progress in the subsequent investigation at the Industrial and Manufacturing Division. Now he wanted to kill Yan as soon as he appeared.

Before, it was Li Suyun, who was obviously targeting Qiong. Did she want to make Qiong go berserk?

It triggered the star core in his body, putting the immortal boat in danger.

An idea flashed through Jing Yuan's mind. Before he could speak, Yan Nian started jokingly, leaning close to Jing Yuan's ear, "What's wrong, General Shen Ce? Are you thinking about the purpose of my doing this?"

"Tsk tsk, what a pity! I wanted to take Yan back to continue using him as experimental material to study the secrets of immortality - but in the end, I accidentally killed him. Interesting!"

"It's okay, it's just a farce... General, don't take it to heart."

"...As for Qiong, goodbye, poor little thing. Next time, when my strength recovers a bit, you won't be so lucky."

"Or maybe I can play with you for a while longer—see how many Star Gods you can draw out."

The young man in black robe smiled and his figure merged into the shadow of the wall. Jing Yuan added a few more slashes and sensed the surroundings, but the other party had already slipped away.

Jing Yuan frowned and turned around. The other person also disappeared, but Qiong was in a very bad condition and looked like he was about to explode.

"Qiong, calm down--" Jing Yuan stepped forward, and Walter ran over from the crowd and stopped Qiong first. Qiong fainted and fell into his arms.

Not far away, Lin Ze fell in a pile of rubble, like a withering blood-red rose. He was discovered by the company's employees, who hurriedly called for help.

On the chaotic road, Yannian hid in a narrow alley, sat down against the wall, took off the brim of his hat, panted, his white hair covering his purple eyes.

He put his hand over his belly with the hole in it, feeling it slowly recover.

Jingyuan...