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

The incident happened very suddenly, and it was an outcome that no one had expected except Jing Liu.

Jingnian had many ways to make Ren give up his sword, but he chose the most brutal one, which was to cut off the other party's thoughts and completely destroy Ren's possibility of winning. This was more decisive than winning.

Kafka's pupils trembled, and she stepped forward to check on Blade. This time... why had he been sleeping for so long?

The heart has recovered, the breathing has stabilized, and the Curse of Fertility has perfectly restored this body.

Why--

"What did you do to the blade?" Kafka's rosy eyes turned cold, but an elegant smile still appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"He won, Blade lost, that's all."

Jing Yuan's lips moved as he looked at Jingnian who was walking towards him with a calm expression.

The other person's sickly smile just now made his heart beat violently.

Strange, weird, scary?

This fresh feeling of friction made Jing Yuan feel at a loss. The momentary sense of separation made him feel as if he was being spied on by a stranger living under Jingnian's body, separated by a layer of turbid membrane.

What did Blade want to say just now?

Jing Yuan was thinking, and with his wisdom he would soon be able to find the truth behind the situation.

But just as he was about to speak, a slender hand touched his shoulder, as cold as a snake sliding across it, the fingertips through the fabric, the other person's knuckles slightly sunk into his muscles, with a certainty that no one could escape.

"How about it?"

"Jing Yuan, my swordsmanship...hasn't deteriorated?"

The laughter was low and bewitching, close to Jingyuan's ear.

"Nian...you." Jingyuan was about to turn his head when Yannian's voice became hoarse, "Don't move."

Yanou's hand slid to his slender neck, and Jingyuan felt a warm current burning into his blood vessels.

It's strange, Ming Yanou can't breathe.

But he felt an air current blowing against the tip of his ear, sticking to the thinnest piece of cartilage, and then sliding into the eardrum along the slightly curled arc, with a faint sense of dampness that made him unable to think.

"Were you anxious when you came here?"

"There's a leaf in your hair."

Yannian slid his hand through Jingyuan's hair, took the leaf and placed it in his palm.

The wind blew it away, and Yannian tilted his head and smiled gently.

"I didn't even notice...you're really careful."

Jing Yuan calmed down and smiled, as if if he had just said those words -

What irreversible consequences will result.

Like this flying leaf.

There are some guesses and some things that Jing Yuan subconsciously doesn't want to admit, and now... it's fine.

He has already reached the edge of danger. If he takes one more step, perhaps—

Jing Yuan clenched his fingertips and lowered his eyelashes to hide his surging thoughts.

"Jingyuan, do you think I've gone too far?"

"But I said before the competition that I will not be responsible for any accidents that occur."

"This is the oath witnessed by Emperor Gong Siming," Yannian said lightly.

"Yes, sister."

Jing Liu nodded. Swords and knives have no eyes. No matter what, the result of this competition has been decided and no one can change it.

His brother, with a gentleness hidden within him, was even colder than her.

Yan Qing and Dan Heng on the side were a little nervous, but considering that Ren was immortal, they didn't have any thoughts, especially Dan Heng, who had stabbed Ren many times himself.

But when the sword finally stabbed into Ren's chest, Dan Heng thought of the process when Jingnian taught him a lesson for the token. In a daze, he realized that there seemed to be a connection between the two, but when he raised his eyes, he met those lifeless and dead eyes.

He no longer dared to have any thoughts.

"Senior Shi Yan...don't look at me like that," Dan Heng whispered.

"If you behave yourself, you won't."

Yannian said something meaningful, and when he saw Kafka holding up the blade and about to leave, his eyes moved, but he still spoke.

"Once he resolves his emotional issues...he will wake up."

"Not long."

Kafka paused, turned her back to Yannian, and was silent for a while. "Ever since I picked up the blade, he has never let go of anyone."

"Painful nightmares kept haunting him. He often whispered, 'I want to see him again.' I don't know if he will be devoured by the devil after waking up... but I know."

"He will definitely hate you." Kafka looked back, smiled dangerously and charmingly, and then disappeared at the end of the arena with the blade.

Hate him.

Many people hate him.

Yannian did not reply.

Off-screen, Manye no Cat was furious upon seeing this outcome and berated Jingnian, "I'm truly impressed. Why is your sword so fast?"

"I fought so hard, and this is the ending. I'm so angry, Lao Jing, Lao Jing, what can I say to you?"

Many fans in the comment section were also very dissatisfied with Jingnian, especially Renchu, who cursed Jingnian to the sky.

Is it difficult to keep some good points for the blade?

Although the words are unpleasant to hear, they are very passionate.

Some people also spoke up for Jingnian - Daojianwuyan, Digong Siming didn't say anything, what are you talking about.

[The man behind Jing Yuan: I knew it. As expected, it's really wonderful to have an immortal friend.]

As soon as this was said, Qiongchu kicked him out of the comment section.

Yannian turned around. He had no role to play in the following tasks. What remained was the business of the Five Heroes of Yunshang. It was time for him to leave and leave these people some space to be alone.

When leaving the arena, Yan Qing suddenly called him and ran over.

"Senior, are you going back?" Yan Qing said with a smile, panting.

"Yes, the rest are Jing Yuan's business. He has his own ideas."

Yannian looked at Yanqing. During the competition with Jingliu, the corner of his clothes was cut off diagonally, revealing his dusty skin. There were several dirty marks on the sides of his cheeks, and he looked in a miserable state.

Seeing Yannian staring at his face, Yanqing wiped it awkwardly and coughed lightly a few times.

"Next time...next time I'll be even better."

"I'll prove it to you at the martial arts ceremony." Yan Qing thought of something and said guiltily.

"It's still early... no need to rush."

"When I was your age, no, I was several decades older than you, but I was still defeated by my sister in one move."

Yannian shook his head, touched Yanqing's head, and said one sentence, revealing Yanqing's thoughts, "Jingyuan asked you to come here, what's the matter?"

"I would have come out even if the general hadn't said so."

"I just want you to wait for a while." Yan Qing curled his lips, and then his eyes lit up, "Senior, let's go to a vending machine not far away and wait. There are new drinks in it."

"Okay." Yannian did not refuse.

Yannian followed Yanqing and they both sat on a bench.

The weather suddenly improved, and the sunlight was like diluted old gold foil, thinly sticking to the bluestone road surface.

There are few people coming and going, all living their own lives.

Yanqing handed Yannian a can of drink, took a few gulps himself, and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's finally over... I've been feeling so tense these past few days."

No, he couldn't let his guard down after being beaten by Jingliu again and witnessing the senior's swordsmanship.

We have to work harder.

Yanqing's eyes were determined, but his head was instantly pressed down by Yannian.

"Yes, it's over. Have a good rest tonight, the future little sword master." Yannian said with a smile.

"Still, not enough...to the sword head."

Realizing the gap between dreams and reality, and being teased by Yannian, Yanqing immediately blushed with shame and clenched his sword.

"Why... not leave it at home?" Yannian glanced at the blue sword and asked casually.

Since you can't fight, what's the point of carrying it?

Yan Qing was silent for a while, stroking the sword.

"Because...it would be lonely."

"Without me by its side, and without it by my side," Yan Qing looked up and forced a smile at Yannian.

He was waiting, waiting for a miracle, even if it took a long time.

A miracle is a seed left in time by a flying feather. He believes that at some dusk when the dust is dancing, the seed will break through the soil and bloom into a flower, with the tenderness of the ocean, falling into his long-open palm.

Yannian took a sip of his drink and spoke slowly, "That's...good."

Looking up, the sky seemed to be turned upside down by the deep sea, and it was blue and crisp.

He was about to leave again, go to Luofu long ago, find someone, and kill him.

"I'm leaving again."

"Senior, what did you say?" Yan Qing tilted his head and put his hand to his ear. He was too focused on Feiyu and didn't hear Yannian's words clearly.

"nothing."

"It's a nice day."