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

After the new version was completed, in an empty corner, the official released a new portrait in the character atlas. At the reminder of fans, "Manyo no Neko" stopped his wooden behavior of going to the Differential Universe station as soon as he went online on the 20th day.

I started searching in the illustrations and found the character's portrait - white hair, black pupils, indifference, and he looked at people with the side of his eyes.

"What! He's actually looking at people with his sidelong glances. Could he be the god of his version?"

"What about the status of my big brother Dan Heng?", "Cat of Many Leaves" started to criticize.

[Lick Sambo's feet: Is there a story about this new character in the next version? Damn—so cool, Yun, do you like antiques? Come to my house, I'll give you copper coins.]

[Left Danheng, Right Yan: Oh my god, big sister, this is not a no-man's land.]

Jing Yuan's Little Judge: Hahaha, have you finally figured out a way to target Lao Heng? Lao Heng will soon be sitting at the same table with Jing Yuan—awesome!

[Kaifu Huannian didn't want to talk: Kids, Alan and I are already gathering dust in the warehouse.]

Scroll down and you'll see a character introduction about Yun.

[Name: Yun.]

【Rare: Four stars.】

【Destiny: Joy.】

[Faction: Lan's mortal enemy.]

【Attribute: Wind.】

[Introduction: In order to return, he has struggled for thousands of days and nights. He has no ideals to pursue, no will to bend, and no voice to cry out for suffering... Escaping in the empty abyss, flowing back into time, this time, what will he choose?——]

[Since he woke up, his entire life has been haunted by Lan's shadow. He lives because of Lan, exists because of Lan... and becomes nothing because of Lan.]

He thought that only Lan's death could heal all his sorrows, but was that really the case?

"They're actually Lan's enemies! What's the grudge?" "Manye Cat" was shocked. "They're actually Xianzhou's enemies, but why are they four-star?"

Go to the character modeling display interface.

On the screen, a young man with white hair and black pupils lowered his eyes, his expression as pale as snow, with several scars on his face. His clothes, which looked like those of a knight, were embroidered with flowing clouds through silver thread, and a thread hung from the hem, as if there had been a jade pendant there.

The slender fingertips drew a red sword, it was Zhuyue, and the comment section was boiling.

[Jingyuan Qiuku Hobby Collector: Wait, host, I've searched the text of Xianzhou, and among the remaining information... Yun rarely appears.]

[Aside from Lan's text, there are a few lines of poetry about Yun and Lan. I don't know who wrote them, but judging by the description, they seem more like close friends...how could they be enemies?]

[Xiao Xiao Jingliu stands tall and proud: He holds Jingliu's sword, and Jingliu gave it to Jingnian. What's going on? Is there a connection? The authorities are so good at hiding it—and why is it four stars?]

"Don't panic, everyone. The next version's upgrade characters are Jingliu and Topa. There might be a small quest for Yun, but didn't the official announce the four-star runner-up?"

"Could it be that—you want to give it to me, but it's not a dragon. I'm not interested at all!"

Manyo no Cat clicked his tongue a few times, "Let's wait a few days and see what the authorities are going to do."

"I have to go stand guard again... Goodbye."

"Damn monster, take my Krypton Gold Edition Cannon."

Fans are full of curiosity about the character of Yun. They carefully dissect Yun’s past and go to Xianzhou again to look for hidden copywriting, hoping to get more information about Yun.

But some people are dissatisfied and ask why the card pool of Ten Kings Mirror Year has not been launched yet, and some are disgusted.

There is still no news about the appearance of these two characters. They have been waiting for so long that the flowers are about to wither, and can only rely on their imagination to hold on.

……

I can’t take my hand back—what if I die?

He is nothing but... an existence destined to become dust in time. What does it matter if he is killed? What does it matter if he is killed?

Slit his throat, it's easy for you, and go on your journey with Lan.

What are you hesitating about?

This moment of stagnation made Yannian lose the opportunity.

He finally steeled his resolve, asshole.

"Idiot!" Yannian coughed a few times, kicked Luo away, and endured the backlash of strength. His voice broke in his throat, and he didn't know whether he was scolding himself or Luo.

He put two fingers of his left hand together, and bound Abao with countless talismans. He pressed the sword with his right hand and swung out three sword energies, but they were wrapped and annihilated by the rising flames.

"cloud--"

Sui Yang rushed out violently, shaking away Lan who was trying to approach.

Yannian's eyes were fierce. When Suiyang approached, he wanted to absorb the energy but stopped. Suiyang seemed to have known that Yannian had this ability for a long time. As if he saw through Yannian's weakness, he laughed sarcastically.

"Why not absorb it?"

"You know that."

"I still retain some of his will. We have become one. If you absorb it... you will kill him!"

"You are such a cruel person. The target you wanted to kill just now was not me..." A Bao smiled deeply, and glanced at the approaching Lan, his words were meaningful.

The two swords clashed, and the hilts were knocked away at the same time. A Bao punched Yannian in the chest. Lan caught Yannian and retreated dozens of meters. A trace of ripples flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a sentence.

"Can you still swing that sword you just used?"

"I'll be the bait."

"Killing it is the same as killing Po. If you agree, I will eat it."

"This is the only way." Yannian stood up, extremely calm.

Since he failed, there was no need for him to turn against Lan now.

After hearing Yannian's words, Luo bit her lip, picked up Zhuyue on the ground and rushed forward.

"Luo, are you crazy? Stop right now." Lan's eyes flickered and he rushed forward, but his leg hurt because he was cut by a sharp wooden thorn.

Luo's eyes were red. The only way was to get this bad Sui Yang out of A Bao's body.

They had talked about this many times. He should have been the first person to notice Po's abnormality, but he... did nothing.

When they first met, at Lan's doorstep, he was dressed in rags and looked at the man in front of him who looked like a young nobleman, neat and well-mannered, and could not help but mock him.

He hates these high-ranking people the most.

It is because of the corrupt management of the aristocracy and the serious uneven distribution of resources that so many people have become abandoned in the face of disasters.

"Young Master would come to a place like this?"

"Hahaha—you've never done any housework, and you still want to join Brother Lan's Cloud Cavalry Squadron? You're just dreaming."

Abao had a good temper, but he was young and soon got irritated by Luo. The two started arguing and fighting.

Finally, with Lan as witness, Luo was beaten to a pulp by Po's sword.

"Why is the swordsmanship taught by Brother Lan so lame... I have no power to fight back!" Luo Luo complained to Lan, who immediately retorted, "Back then, I learned the swordsmanship from you just by looking at it, and even single-handedly challenged several Jin men."

"Luo, you need to practice more."

Practice more and practice more - when will he be qualified to join the Cloud Cavalry Team.

Under the setting sun, the wind blew through the wild, and the sea of ​​grass fell down layer by layer. Luo waved the wooden sword, sweat flowed down the end of his brow, and his feet were deeply pressed into the soil.

After practicing 100,000 times, he would challenge Po to a duel.

After every failure, he would come back here and continue training without fail.

For the fifty-second time, he still lost to Po, but Po seemed to be struggling. It was the first time he faced Luo squarely.

Witnessed by Lan, the two were tied for the 58th time.

"Great, great! To celebrate this draw, I'll treat the two prepared little cloud riders to dinner tonight." Lan showed a cold face, smiled gently, and put his hands on the two children's heads.

"What's there to celebrate about a draw?" Luo muttered.

A Bao smiled slightly and tilted his eyes, "Luo, I will win next time."

"I won't lose!"

"But you have to work harder... Don't let me surpass you, Po." Luo was stunned and said with a carefree smile.

Meeting is simple, and the imagined future is also simple.

But life is not a rehearsal, and everything will not be that simple - the disease takes away Po's sword and future.

The closed window blocks the two people's worlds.

Even though he pushed open the window countless times, the only response he got from behind the curtain was Abao's weak and painful voice.

"Luo, there is a voice..."

"Abao, there's no sound. Are you tired?"

"It said that as long as I'm obedient...I'll live forever—"

The sound gradually faded away, and Abao seemed to have forgotten what he said. As always, he asked him to speak more quietly. Grandpa was still there, chatting with him, listening to him talk about the glorious legend of the "Cloud Rider" team and the deeds of Brother Lan.

Looking back now, Po was struggling behind the curtain.

Why is he so stupid? If he could have discovered it earlier, he would have told Brother Lan.

if…

"Get out of Bao's body." Luo swung his sword, but Bao easily grasped it. The raging flames spread outwards but did not hurt Luo.

"Strange... Could it be that?" Yannian was about to step forward, he planned to take Sui Yang away.

What a joke! If you hesitate when sacrifice is necessary, you will die together. This is the cruel reality.

"Fall - for the fifty-ninth time, I will not lose."

"Brother Lan said... the winner will become Cloud Rider first, and that's me... Luo."

The blue flame dissipated, and one of Po's eyes returned to black, revealing a faint struggle. He frantically tried to regain his sanity and picked up another Moon Chaser from the ground.

Before Luo could speak, Feng was split into two. A Bao lowered his wrist, and with a "clang" sound, sparks flew, and Luo was knocked back. The tip of the sword passed through Luo's face and cut off a strand of hair.

Luo gritted his teeth and fought back, thinking of the moves he had learned from Lan, who in turn had learned them from Yannian.

"Po, I won't lose."

“…So, but now is not the time for a competition—” Before he could finish his words, A Bao pierced his shoulder with a sword, and blood flowed down the edge of Zhuyue’s sword.

"If you lose, Luo, you will die here... Take up your sword and fight me as a 'reserve cloud rider'."

"I am your enemy now—"

A Bao did not hesitate. He thrust his sword from top to bottom and with a sharp whistle, forced the defeated to retreat.

He bit his lip until it bled and kept backing away.

"If you don't fight back, when you die, the ones who die will be those behind you: your friends, your sister, the teacher at the orphanage."

"Even so, you remain indifferent?"

A Bao scolded, two dark green phosphorescent flames burning in his eyes. Blood beads rolled into a very thin red line along the edge of the blade and dripped onto the grass leaves. The tips of his elbows sank, and his back arched like a waning moon. He was about to collapse - his existence would only hold Lan back.

With a flash of determination in his eyes, Po deliberately left a loophole and without hesitation unleashed his flames to attack Lan and Yannian.

"I won't let you do that!"

The wind moved, and Luo finally gripped the sword tightly, drew a groove in the ground, and stabbed it hard into Abao's heart.

Drop by drop of blood flowed along the sword edge... stimulating Luo's nerves and making his hands tremble uncontrollably.

The sword was shaking, and it was unclear whether it was his hand or Po's body.

Po fell into Luo's arms, consciousness fading away, "You win... Luo."

In a daze, he couldn't see Luo's eyes clearly, but only felt the other person's body trembling.

"…be happy—it's not a draw this time."

"I died... as a 'reserve Cloud Rider'..."

"Brother Lan... I lost. Can I also become... an official Cloud Rider together with Luo?"

Po forced a smile. He could have entered the noble's cryostat, but he was afraid that when he woke up next time, his family and friends would all be gone - he was afraid that he would wake up to be alone in his own world.

It was so cold out there…and full of uncertainty.

Perhaps until the demise of the immortal ship, the pharmacist's trace was never found. The immortal ship Daiyu exploded and all the people on it died in an instant.

He spent a long time in bed, at least Luo would talk to him... But his grandfather's repeated exhortations and pleadings made him waver. It was this wavering that allowed the hidden Sui Yang to possess him and invade his will.

Sui Yang creates illusions for him and whispers in his ears... As long as he listens, everything he wants will come true.

He struggled, he knew - this was the disaster of the immortal boat.

He couldn't speak, couldn't control his body.

Even his struggle became delicious food for Sui Yang.

Now...it's finally over.

Yannian squatted down, put his hands on Abao's body, absorbed the Sui Yang, looked at the sword, and was silent for a long time.

Is this a curse?

"Abao, you are a member of the Cloud Riders," Lan whispered.

After hearing these words, Abao finally closed his eyes in peace, leaving behind one last sentence.

"Cloud Rider...Abao, finally, report to the General..."

……

After burying Po, Lan went to look for Miao Gong's whereabouts and found that Miao Gong had been lying in the freezer.

Yes, after trying to persuade Po to no avail, Miao Gong entered the cryostat alone, waiting for a miracle of abundance to come. When he woke up, he would enjoy eternal life and leave Po's affairs to others.

Although the Immortal Boat was facing a crisis, it chose to sleep.

In the nobleman's luxurious room, there was a letter on Miao Gong's desk, from Zhu Ming.

[Year of the Yang, likes people with rich emotions. If the emotions are stable and firm, there is a small chance of breaking free. ]

[It is recommended that all nobles and important talents enter the cryostat to avoid the risk of erosion by the sun.]

【—— Zhu Ming. 】

The nobles entered the cryostat, and the group was leaderless. Lan put down the letter and looked out the window. The wind and clouds were surging.

The sky changed, as if the curtain had been suddenly pulled down by a giant hand. The real decisive battle was about to begin, which made people feel heavy.

The soldiers looked at Lan's back...

At this moment, they are the last line of defense of the Immortal Boat.

……

In front of Abao's grave, the setting sun sank into the end of the weeds. This was a good grave, made of high-quality materials. The remaining light shone obliquely and fell into the obstructing leaves, making the grave half shadow and half light.

Luo hugged Zhuyue in silence.

There were footsteps behind him, and Yannian walked to the side.

"Brother Yun, I'm sorry..."

"I was standing in front of you... If nothing unexpected had happened, we would both have died." Luo lowered his head, his voice heavy.

Yannian spoke lightly.

"No, I'm here. The worst that can happen is Po."

Luo raised his eyes, his eyes were red, and he still couldn't hold back his runny nose, "But..."

"No buts."

"No——" Yannian lowered his eyes, hiding the haze in his eyes, and patted Pa Luo's shoulder, "Let's go..."

"This is just... the beginning."

"You'll get used to it later, if you're still a Cloud Rider."