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

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Soon, you'll be dead, Lan.

Run away, run away, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Lan ran forward, and just as his toes were about to touch the ground again, the air was suddenly split open, and the long sword pierced straight into the soil three inches in front of him.

The dust was lifted up by the strong wind to form an arc-shaped wall of fog. Lan turned his head and saw only Yannian's distorted reflection in the moonlight, like a walking corpse.

"All my misfortunes come from you... Lan, haha, do you know what you look like right now?"

"You are like an ant in front of me." Yannian smiled and approached step by step.

"You wouldn't have thought... a speck of dust in your eye could still become a meteorite that kills you."

With nowhere to escape, Lan simply looked straight at Yannian.

Look directly at the person who once shone into his life like a ray of sunshine.

That upright man stood before the weak one in despair.

The goal he wants to get closer to...for this, he works hard every day and lends a helping hand to every weak person.

No matter what, Brother Yun's words hurt him a little.

It was inexplicable, and what he wanted to hear more was Brother Yun's praise.

"To blame others for one's misfortunes is nothing but mental self-anesthetization."

"Brother Yun, there's a saying in Xianzhou: to assign full responsibility for misfortune to another person is to assign the rest of your life to that person as well."

"But I will never hurt you, never..." Lan put one hand behind his back, lowered his eyes, and spoke in a cold voice. He would not hurt Brother Yun, never, no matter what happened.

"The rest of my life is awarded to you?"

"What qualifications do you have!" Yannian's body was shrouded in a cold and fierce black aura, and his narrow eyes were full of gloom.

"You're full of lies, and I can't change..."

Yannian moved closer instantly, swinging the sword in his hand, intending to give Lan a fatal blow.

Lan lowered her head and knelt on one knee, her blue hair flying, like a devout believer praying to God.

"If I love you, then it will not go out, it will not turn, it will only burn towards your heart."

"If I hate you, then it will not shift, it will not be silent, it will always point to your shadow."

"Hate prevents me from failing, but... I choose to pursue you for my whole life, Yun." Lan raised his eyes. He was not afraid of the coming death.

His destiny is cloud.

But this doesn't mean he will surrender. At least after Brother Yun truly wakes up, he wants to have a good communication with him.

Instead of the illogical hatred now.

A hunter with a bow, no one knows when he will release his arrow.

A strong wind blew from behind his head, and Yannian frowned. When he turned his head, the arrow flew past, but sparks flew from it. There was a bang and the arrow exploded, and the air was filled with smoke.

Yannian instantly blocked his sense of taste and cut off the endless stream of arrows.

How annoying... This isn't an ordinary arrow. Although the Immortal Boat may look old-fashioned, it's full of cutting-edge technology.

What happened? His body was paralyzed for a moment, and Yannian only felt a heat on his hands. It turned out that there was splashing liquid in the explosion.

Lan seized the opportunity, put his knuckles together, and hit Yannian's wrist bone. The moment the sword fell, he kicked it far away, crossing dozens of tombstones.

Lan rushed forward and pinned Yannian down, trying to knock him unconscious, but Yannian countered him with one hand and knocked him to the ground.

Crack—two ribs were broken.

"Broken ribs..." Lan took a breath and smiled bitterly.

In the face of absolute strength, a little cleverness is not enough.

Just as the fist enlarged in his eyes and Lan swallowed hard, Yannian stopped moving and lay on Lan's chest, as if he had fallen asleep.

Sweat dripped down his temples into his collar. Lan gasped for breath, his chest heaving. This was more tiring than going to the battlefield.

He sat up, hugged Yannian who was sliding down, looked at the mess around him, and his brows were full of helplessness.

In the distance, lights flickered and people came bustling over, seemingly disturbed by the fight.

Lan didn't care about his wounds, picked up Yannian, left some money for repairs, and ran out.

After barely catching up with the last Star Raft, the driver glanced at the two men, covered in dust, and sighed repeatedly, "Sure enough, a trio is the most suitable team for tomb raiding—a triangle is the most stable structure at any time."

"Are you going or not?" Lan wiped the dust off Yannian's face, his tone becoming more serious.

"immediately."

After getting off the Xingcha, Lan carried Yannian back to his nest with strength all the way.

When Lan got home, his legs were almost weak. He guzzled several bowls of water and reflected on whether he should practice more.

Compared to Brother Yun who carried him with one hand, he was simply too weak.

After giving Yannian a simple wash and grooming, Lan took a shower, treated his wounds, and then lay down on the floor, falling into a drowsy sleep.

He could no longer think about whether Yannian would wake up in the middle of the night and stab him again in a state of unconsciousness. He was really - too tired.

"Brother Yun, I'm really tired. Let's take a break."

"I'll make some medicine for you tomorrow..."

Lan muttered to himself, not knowing how long he had slept, until a clear bird song pierced through his eardrums, pulling his sleeping consciousness out of the deep waters.

My eyelids feel a little hot, and it’s the scattered spots of light that are jumping.

The window was opened and the sound of children's laughter could be heard.

"Brother Lan, you're going to be late for morning exercise today. The strategist waiting for you outside said - are you going to focus on your family instead of the army?"

"Haha, Brother Lan, why are your face and nose bruised? Were you abused last night?" The child noticed the bruises on Lan's face and couldn't help laughing. He was about to look at the person on the bed, but his view was blocked by Lan who had gotten up.

"Luo, this is rude behavior. Next time you have to knock on the door, understand?"

Lan lectured the child seriously, and the child's face, which was originally full of interest, fell, and his tone was full of apology.

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."

Seeing the child's sincere look, Lan softened his attitude and touched the child's head.

"Tell the strategist outside that I'm not feeling well and need to rest."

"I'll take care of things in the afternoon."

The child thought thoughtfully, "Isn't this domestic violence?"

"How can you, at such a young age, say such words? No, no one can... hurt me."

"It's just that during my self-cultivation, I accidentally got hurt by myself."

"Luo, remember, a person's greatest enemy is himself. To defeat himself, one must pay a price." Lan coughed a few times, put his hands behind his back, and earnestly expounded on the truth.

"Oh—I understand, Brother Lan, I'll go and pass on your message now."

Luo's eyes lit up and he left immediately.

Looking at the child's back, Lan felt quite relieved. He understood things so quickly and got it right away.

Outside the door, the strategist and several soldiers were waiting for notification. When they saw the child come out, they asked about the situation.

"Brother Lan wanted to defeat himself, so he beat himself up and hurt himself pretty badly."

"He said he wanted to rest for a while and deal with matters in the afternoon. That's it." After Luo finished reporting the situation, he skipped away, leaving the soldiers looking at each other in bewilderment.

The strategist raised an eyebrow, "Being lazy?"

Soldier A immediately spoke up for Lan, "How could Brother Lan be so lazy? I heard that Brother Lan went to buy medicine yesterday, and he bought..."

Soldier B came over and asked, "What did you buy?"

"As for the impotence, you know that even though Brother Lan is a local general, he is also busy with the Immortal Boat and has a mountain of paperwork."

"The faint bluish shadows beneath the eyes are a sign of kidney deficiency. The kidneys are the foundation of the spirit, so this is perfectly normal. Furthermore, those nobles refuse to give up their power, and dealing with them is incredibly tiring."

After hearing what Soldier A said, the other soldiers were deeply moved and planned to buy more and give them to Lan.