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Not worth it——

It's not worth it at all. None of them know what I'm thinking.

No one knows...

The moonlight lengthened Yannian's shadow. As he walked in front of Ren, a smile suddenly appeared on Yannian's lips.

Will he feel guilty about this?

That is impossible.

He won't... have any emotions, it's just a game.

Ren's chest has recovered. He stares at Yannian in front of him. As memories emerge, his eldest brother often shows such a lonely back.

He grew up looking at this figure, but he never understood where this loneliness came from.

During the time when he was refused by his senior brother, he worked frantically on forging in order to conquer Baiye, but he couldn't help it because he missed him so much.

Under the old banyan tree whose leaves were falling, he looked at the man buying grilled fish at the stall in the distance.

The red hair mixed with white snow swayed with the headband.

The collar is trimmed with dark embroidery of golden fire patterns, and the whole outfit is a tangled mixture of red gold and dark black, like a raging flame against the wind.

Just standing there was like a stroke of running script from top to bottom. The right sleeve, which was used for blacksmithing, was three inches shorter than the left sleeve. The exposed part of the arm had even muscles, hiding an inward toughness.

That's right, this is a weak actor who can blow your head off.

All this made Xiao Yingxing yearn for and fascinated by it.

Although he won the game and surpassed his senior brother, deep down, Ying Xing felt that it was far from enough.

For example... the forging by the senior brother is so elegant and beautiful.

"Ying Xing, it's time to go back. Jun Li will be angry if we are discovered." Huai Yan floated aside, pulling Ying Xing's clothes a little nervously, trying to pull him inside.

He didn't want to be grabbed by Jun Li and accused of being a naughty boy who corrupted Ying Xing.

Look at this kid's straight eyes, his filter for Jun Li is so thick that it's scary.

After pulling it a few times, Huai Yan saw that Ying Xing was still motionless. He was about to roll his eyes, but he saw that the other person's little face was not as happy as before.

"What's wrong?" Huai Yan asked in confusion.

"Big Brother...sometimes I feel very lonely."

“Maybe that’s not the right word.”

"But I...that's how I feel, even though he's telling the truth and speaking his mind, which I can peek into."

Ying Xing said in a low voice.

The wind blew the fallen leaves, and the person in sight left.

Before Huai Yan could say anything, Ying Xingyang smiled, put his hands on his hips, and changed his shyness to become a rare energetic person.

"It doesn't matter. As long as I can take down Baiye as soon as possible and wait for the eldest brother to recognize me, everything will be fine."

"With the teacher, me, and so many forging students, Big Brother will not be lonely."

The memory faded, and when Blade regained consciousness, they were back to square one.

"Senior Shi Yan...are you okay?" Dan Heng asked anxiously as soon as he saw Yannian, and glanced coldly at Ren behind him.

Although he was confident that he could escape Kafka's control, Bai Lu was there too, so he could only watch Ren leave like a madman.

"I am fine."

Yannian shook his head and continued to take a few people to the Ten Kings Division.

Entering from the back door, Yannian sent away the guards and walked towards Jingliu's cell. As a result, he encountered an extremely brutal side halfway.

The jackdaw fell to the ground pretending to be dead, blinking wildly at him as he came towards him.

Jingliu held the sword on Yanqing's neck with a cold expression. A blue flying sword was inserted in the rubble. Next to it, a row of little ghost fires were half frozen. When they saw Yannian, they immediately howled like ghosts.

"Master Tenth King, look at her, how rude she is, her lower body is frozen, I can't resist her!"

Seeing that Yannian didn't respond, the ghost fires became even more noisy.

"Sir, please say something, Sir, Sir!"

The players outside the screen laughed a few times and started making memes.

[The Will-O-Wisp of the Ten Kings: Oh, Master Ten Kings, please say something.]

[Jingliu's Socks: Oh no, Jingliu's ice is not hitting me!]

"Shut up," Jingliu scolded coldly. The little will-o'-the-wisp quieted down and shed helpless tears towards Yannian.

They just habitually cursed the Ten Kings for being narrow-minded and sadistic as they passed by.

As a result, Jingliu, who was sparring with Yanqing, heard it, and the opponent's small basic attack made them experience the panic of being frozen to death.

"It's better not to use that sword...even if you are about to die?" The sword moved closer, leaving scratches on Yan Qing's skin. Jing Liu's voice was cold.

"I can't use that sword."

"Even if...I'm the one dying."

Yanqing bit his lip.

After he reported Dan Heng's situation to Jing Yuan, he was sent here to follow Jing Liu.

The agreed date has arrived and the mirror flow can move within a certain range.

Jingliu asked him, "You have a sharp sword in your hand, why don't you use it?"

In the last competition, Yan Qing refused to use this sword, even though it was obviously... a good sword.

Jingliu found the boy's persistence amusing. If a person died, everything would be gone, and no matter how good the sword was, it would just become a joke.

A sword is a tool. As long as it is sharp enough, it can achieve the goal, nothing more.

"So stupid." Jingliu clenched the hilt of the sword with her fingertips. In her eyes, Yanqing's awareness was a little low. It turned out that Jingyuan's teaching was not enough.

"I have collected many swords... but this is the only one I will never let be stained with blood again—"

A fierce look flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, his right shoulder sank quickly, his neck slid half an inch along the sword edge, blood stained his skin red, he held the sword on the ground upside down in his hand, picking up an arc of moonlight.

"A sword unstained by blood...innocence."

With a low "clang" sound, Jing Liu chopped off the remaining blood with one blow, and the sharpness magnified in Yan Qing's pupils, but a red sword blocked the attack for him, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Sister, that's enough."

"The person you wanted to see...is here."

Yannian spoke calmly, sheathed his sword, and glanced at Yanqing out of the corner of his eye. The young man shook his head at him, smiled bitterly, and indicated that he was fine.

"Nian, when you have time, let Jingyuan spend more time teaching his disciples."

"He is far from qualified." Jing Liu let go, and the ice sword penetrated three inches into the ground. With a bang, it shattered, and the murderous intent disappeared.

Rubbing his wrist bones, Jingliu walked in front of Yannian.

"Everyone has their own beliefs, sister. This doesn't affect him from becoming who he wants to be."

Yannian raised his eyes, only to find that Jingliu's hand was already on the side of his face, touching the broken mouth.

"Oh, you're useless too."

"No matter how old you are, you still can't protect yourself."

"who is it?"

Jingliu put down his hand, his eyes covered with cloth, making it impossible to see his emotions, but his tone revealed that he would kill you if you didn't answer.

Yannian covered his face and did not answer, his footsteps passing through the air.

"Four people, Dan Feng... Star Core Hunters?"

"Hehe——" Jingliu looked at the shadows, and Ren and Kafka walked out.

After taking off the black cloth, Jing Liu's eyes immediately locked onto the unconscious Bai Lu. In an instant, murderous intent filled his eyes, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost.

"We didn't do anything bad to her. We came here just to see you."

Kafka tactfully let Bailu go. Jingliu's expression eased a little. He squatted down, hugged Bailu who was about to fall out of control, and handed her to Yannian. He turned his back to Ren and made a few sarcastic remarks.

"I thought you were going to torture her further."

"Why? Looking for me...to experience the feeling of death."

"Other things." Facing Jingliu's ridicule, Ren had no expression on his face.

"Then what are you doing for? I didn't invite you."

Jingliu raised his eyebrows.

"For the Suzaku Feather."

"Give it to me." Ren didn't waste any words, stared at Jingliu and stretched out his hand.

Jingliu was stunned, somewhat confused about the purpose of the blade. A dark light flashed in Yannian's eyes, and he immediately reported, "The wound on my face was caused by the blade."

"Besides, he took the Vermillion Bird Feather just to save someone who was already dead. It was meaningless."

“So I can’t give it to you.”