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

Outside the window, a strange "tapping" sound was heard. The little orange cat stood on tiptoe and lay on the windowsill, with its belly gently pressing against the wood, making a "squeaking" sound.

"Brother, brother, I hear the sound of snow."

The little orange cat stretched out his hand and tried to push the window open. Just as it was a crack, the snowy wind rushed in and his feet slipped.

The afterimage passed by, and the white cat caught the little orange cat.

"I come."

"Don't move--" the white cat looked worried as it checked the little orange cat's body. After confirming that it was not injured, it opened the window.

The wind whistled past, carrying dry and cold sand. The reeds beside the dry river were bent down by the wind, and the broken reed stalks flew into the air, carrying blood.

This is a world where the weak can hardly survive, and we can only pray to die in a relatively happy moment.

The wind brought someone's wail, and the assassin's dagger gave him eternal sleep.

"Snow..." The white cat had not read many books and did not know what his brother wanted to see.

"Sure enough, there's still no sound... the sound was so close."

"Brother, please close the window."

The little orange cat looked lost and was tidying up the books on the table.

The book said "snow-white", "cool", "dull gurgling", and "rustling". Relying on his memory, he thought that snow had fallen from the sky.

"It's okay, Little Orange. When I become stronger, I will take you, mom and dad away from here... to a planet where we can see snow." The white cat tilted his head, hiding the coldness and sharpness in his eyes that had just completed a mission, and touched the little orange cat's head.

"But we can only live... fifty years, less than that." The little orange cat lowered his head in frustration.

"I will work hard."

The white cat repeated these words, trying hard to keep this promise in mind.

"Snow will make the world quiet. If my brother sees it, he might feel lonely..." the little orange cat hesitated.

"will not."

"I will hold Xiaoju's hand and put it to my ear, feeling the slight beating of your fingertips along with my pulse."

"Just like Xiaoju's heart is with me, I won't be lonely."

The white cat smiled shyly and managed to utter a few decent words, using his expertise in cat anatomy to successfully make the little orange cat laugh.

The laughter fades away...

Instead, there was hatred.

In the space burning with flames, Yannian roared, "Do you have a heart or not?"

"——Do you have a heart?"

The voice and tears were swallowed by the sea of ​​fire and turned into dull thunder. The barrier released by the boy was shattered by a knife, and the heat wave was cut to roll on both sides. Yannian pierced the boy's shoulder blade, and blood splashed into the fire with a crisp sound.

"What on earth have you been talking about since just now?"

"Are you sick—"

Unexpectedly, the opponent would be so strong. The careless boy instantly became angry and kicked Yannian away.

Yannian seemed to have no sense of pain. The heat wave rushed towards the sky with hatred. He was like a mad dog that had lost its mind, biting the young man tightly.

Only when this dagger leaves deep blood marks on the opponent's body can he feel happy, it's that simple.

"You lunatic, what's wrong? Did the Black Moonlight Hell-level mission cause you a mental breakdown?"

"How pitiful, God's abandoned child."

"I really admire you... for being able to come back alive, but that's all!" The young man chuckled, and the smile crawled along his cheeks to the corners of his eyes, forming a crescent moon with a cold light in it.

Bloodshot wove a scarlet web on the whites of his eyes, staring at Yannian as if looking at prey.

"Bring the system here."

Thousands of sounds came out of the boy's mouth. His fingertips pressed the trigger, and the sound was strangled in his throat by the gun barrel. After the lightning struck, cracks spread along the air and broke through Yannian's sword energy.

The boy tried to distance himself from Yannian, but Yannian was too fast.

Moreover, Yannian's physical skills were too powerful. Once he got close to him, he was instantly at a disadvantage.

It's only been a short time, how is this possible?

How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible.

How can there be such a powerful force.

He has only completed a few missions and played a few roles, how could he be stronger than me.

I can't lose - I have to go back and try to conquer that person again... and see him again.

"No one can stop it."

Before the young man could finish his words, Yannian swung him over his shoulder and threw him in an arc like a bag of wet sand.

The back of his head slammed against the wall of space, causing cracks. Seeing the dagger enlarge in his pupils, the boy gathered strength in his hands, but was still pierced in the palm and chest.

Yannian's hands trembled as he tried to cut it off.

Let it bleed hot blood - and drive away the coldness called lies.

"Are you really going to kill me?"

The corners of the boy's mouth turned up, revealing a crazy smile.

In just a moment, the boy transformed into Qiong's appearance, his golden eyes curved, and he stretched out his fingertips to gently touch Yannian's shoulder.

The breath is like wet ink, falling on the earlobe, carrying sadness and grievance.

"We have no grudges against each other, why...why do you deceive me again and again?"

"If I can't bear it anymore and choose to die... you've hurt me—you've killed me."

"You killed me, you took away everything, you hypocritical villain, I will never forgive you, ever." "Qiong" pointed at the empty chest and looked at Yannian with hatred.

Yannian clenched his fists, his face grim, and thrust hard into Qiong's chest. "Don't read my data."

"Why, are you feeling guilty?"

"Hundreds of years have passed, and I've been waiting for you, but you destroyed the most important thing to me... You have a cold heart."

"Senior Shi Yan." There was no warmth in Dan Heng's eyes, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his hand passed over Yannian's stork bone, and the back of his fingers trembled abnormally.

"It's all just for you."

"You're so selfish. Everything you do is just for your own illusory popularity points."

Dan Heng laughed like crazy, and Yannian's fingertips kept exerting force, "Shut up."

"Big Brother...I'm afraid of pain. Don't do this. It hurts."

"I'm sorry, senior brother, I didn't go back in time. I've been looking for medicine. Please forgive me - please." "Ying Xing" held the dagger, crying, and confided to Yannian in despair.

"Please give me a chance, I want to see you."

"Why... don't you give me a chance? Is this all fake, Big Brother?"

"Shut up!" Yannian stabbed the young man's chest fiercely. Contrary to what he expected, hot blood gushed out along the blade and slid down the back of his hand.

The temperature is the same as that of a human being, almost absurdly hot, sticky and thick, with a smell mixed with rust and sweet fishy taste.

"Senior... I don't blame you. Thank you for always staying with me..." Yan Qing's eyes gradually dimmed. "This is all just my own stupidity."

"Stop talking!"

Yannian stabbed frantically, and blood splattered all over Yanqing's face.

"Nian...don't leave from now on."

"Please, please--" "Jing Yuan" held Yannian's hand tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, blood flowed from the corners of his slightly pale lips, his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, a plea that wanted to surface from the bottom of the water.

"I just want you. Let me...see your true self, okay?"

“It hurts…”

Yannian's eyes trembled, and "Jingyuan" slowly grinned, like cracked porcelain, with sickly sharp edges.

"Jingyuan" kicked Yannian away and changed into another appearance.

The girl raised her head, her laughter rising higher and higher, "What? So you're just a loser after all."

"I thought... you were so close to joy, so close to being a real actor."

"It's ridiculous."

The "girl" floated in the air, wearing a mask on the side of her head.

——Born from the boundless and boring abyss, folding the truth into a paper boat and exiling it casually, weaving a carnival curtain with absurd flesh and blood, just to drink the echo of one's own laughter in the cracks of existence, and moving forward in pursuit of fun all life.

This is a reward of joy.

"I smell His presence... but it doesn't matter."

The "girl" turned into a "boy" again and launched a fierce attack on Yannian.

The two fought hard.

"The data just now is incomplete. I am becoming more and more curious about your true face." The gun in the boy's hand turned into a sword. Wherever the sword went, the air suddenly condensed into crystals, directly exploding the space.

Floating above many planets, in the far distance, stellar storms set off crimson waves, and high-energy particle flows shattered the vacuum, splashing into an aurora curtain stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles.

"You don't deserve it!" Yannian raised his hand and struck, piercing through several wild planets, and the white light submerged the red tide.

Countless sword energies were instantly released, condensing into a sword body that spanned the sea of ​​stars and slashed towards the "young man".

"The more you say that, the more curious I become..."

The "young man" laughed, caught the sword energy, and his eyes became more gloomy.

The power He bestows must never be shared with anyone else.

He is the real joy.

Yannian only felt that there was an endless supply of power in his body. This power did not come from popularity. Where did it come from?

He no longer had the heart to think. He only knew that he was very happy at the moment, a vague feeling that emerged from endless sorrow and occupied his entire nerves.

After the final blow, Yannian exhausted all his strength and just wanted to chop the opponent into pieces.

Two beams of light collided, the star went out, the black hole solidified, and a silent scream cleared everything.

Neither side seemed to have much energy left, and the boy's mind was twisted beyond words, there was no way he could lose.

Absolutely not.

The moment he got close, he reached out and tore off his black robe, and the moment he saw clearly, he slashed his neck with a dagger.

Silver hair passed before his eyes, leaving only emptiness in those familiar purple eyes, and one cat ear drooping, these features overlapped with the person in his memory.

"you!"

"No, you are not!"

"He won't look at me like that!"

"You read my data too!"

"Don't look at me like that! You fake!" In the moment of collapse, the boy's fingertips fiercely scratched Yannian's eyes. He hated that he was not in these eyes.

What disgusting eyes.

This actually broke down his psychological defenses.

As the young man stepped back in disgust, Yannian grabbed his arm tightly, blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he opened his empty eye sockets.

"Nobuyuki..."

"After death... I will take you to see the snow." Yannian whispered, light coming out of his chest and cracks covering his body.

"OK?"

"There will be no more noisy sounds."

"Do you want to self-destruct?" Fear appeared on the boy's face, and he screamed, trying to escape from Yannian's hand.

But no matter how he struggled, those hands had already sunk deeply into his flesh.

"I was...looking for another revenge...but now."

"This is the only way I can send you to death. I won't be alone...not anymore."

“Can you experience that feeling?”

"You won't understand either." Yannian smiled, his face changed beyond recognition. "Die, please—"

"Yanju, with this name."

A heat stream burst out from the void, and the moment the rift opened, the surrounding spectrum was split in two.

I do not know how long it has been…

After the tsunami of destruction receded, a white ball of light caught a man who had completely lost his right arm. His face was pale, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive. The mask on his head had lost its luster.

-

At noon, the sky was clear and the sky was a brilliant blue, warm but not scorching.

Lan was walking on the way home. The young man was very handsome, with his blue hair tied up, wearing light armor and arm guards. He wore a black tight-fitting suit inside, a white jade pendant on his waist, and a sword on his back. The sheath of the sword tapped the armor plates with his steps, making a sound of breaking jade.

Lan was a little tired after finishing arranging tasks for the soldiers.

The nobles have gone crazy and have almost lost their minds in pursuit of immortality. No matter how much they are persuaded, it will be of little use.

Immortality... They had originally set out for this, but Daiyu exploded, and although those immortal species gained immortality, their original spirits and thoughts would collapse in the process of rapid changes in their life forms.

In the end, there were tens of thousands of immortal madmen, drifting hungry and eagerly in the universe.

This is a curse.

Lan was lost in thought, the river gurgling beside him. A small black ball flashed by, attracting his attention. He tilted his head - there was a young man lying in the weeds.

Her white hair was messy, and her slightly messy long hair was tied back with a blue hairband.

His eyes were filled with tears and blood. Ben Junxiu's face was covered with many scars that had not yet healed. He was covered in blood and in his hand he was tightly holding someone's severed arm.

"Brother Yun." Lan recognized him at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the young man.