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

At the moment Yannian fell down, he was thinking that he must have failed again this time, and he would go back to the previous save point and start over.

The time for the attack is not infinite. He only has twenty years before his soul is reborn.

But it took twenty years for Jing Yuan, who was an immortal, to open his heart.

But if he died again, he would not have time to think about the plot of the vest and insert it into the main storyline.

In one version, a dedicated player can complete all the plots in one day, but as long as two conditions are met, Yannian can participate and thus tamper with the game plot.

1. Some players haven't started playing yet.

2. This player starts a live broadcast and goes through the story from the beginning.

Without popularity... there is no strength. Even if the card pool is hot enough, his revenge is not guaranteed.

What should I do if I fail?——Jing Yuan.

Why... am I so tired.

Yannian was in a daze, but soon the sharp sound of panic in his ears brought him back to consciousness.

"Moyin, someone come here!"

"Someone has fallen into the devil's body—"

Demonic Yin?

"Jingnian!"

Jingyuan's voice completely woke him up.

Yannian opened his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he pierced Jingyuan's right shoulder with a sword. The bright red blood flowed down and solidified into ice along the sword edge.

The flying ship had been cut in half, along with the ground.

Snowflakes were flying everywhere, the scene was in chaos, people were emotional and the situation was out of control.

The black energy rose high and hovered around Yannian's body. Yannian's hands were shaking, and even his voice was trembling, "Jing, Jingyuan... I don't know, I really don't know."

Yannian was panicked. He didn't know why he was like this.

I was obviously just tired, and I would recover after taking a short rest like before.

How could he kill Jing Yuan? The person he least wanted to kill was Jing Yuan.

"This is not me, not me." Yannian covered his face with his hands, his expression painful, his red eyes becoming more and more cloudy.

Jing Yuan covered his left shoulder and raised his head with difficulty. In just a moment, Jing Nian was like a completely different person, as if he had gone crazy. He first cut the flying ship in half with a sword, and then the indiscriminate attacks injured many people by mistake.

What on earth is going on——

Mingming had just said that they wanted to be friends, but he had already mustered up the courage and even made a jar of dried fish by himself, intending to give it to Jingnian.

Once, while delivering mail, he saw Jingliu mailing a package and said to the staff calmly, "Remember to refrigerate it. The journey is long and the dried fish will go bad. This is his favorite food."

Jingyuan really likes eating fish. He went from disbelief to acceptance and kept it in mind.

"Jingnian, calm down."

Jing Yuan stood up and wanted to go forward and grab Yannian, but was stopped by an ice sword. He looked up and saw that it was Jing Liu. He couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Lord Swordsman...that's great. Something is wrong with Jingnian." Jing Yuan seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

Nearby, medical personnel were dispatched to carry the injured people at a rapid speed.

A person walked up to Jingyuan, checked his wound, and wanted to take Jingyuan away. Jingyuan shook his head and looked at Yannian, and found that the other party was also looking at him.

Through the snow, there was only fear in the boy's red eyes, as if he was a child who had made a mistake.

Jing Yuan's heart trembled, and he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jing Liu.

"Jingnian, who am I?"

Jingliu walked forward step by step, his voice cold and his white hair flying.

"Who... are you?" Yannian was stunned for a moment. With his memory in a mess, he temporarily forgot the woman in front of him, but his hand raised the sword uncontrollably.

The moon was shining with a cold light, reflecting a face that looked somewhat similar to the woman's.

"You are…"

The moonlight was quietly moving, and when Yannian was about to open his mouth, a sharp ice sword pierced his chest. Jingliu reached out and pulled him into his arms forcefully, his red eyes dimmed as he whispered in his ear.

"I'm Jingliu."

"Your stupid sister."

With just one sword, the wind roared and the snowflakes flying all over the sky were like a group of out-of-control butterflies, crashing into everything frantically, making it impossible to see clearly.

When the wind died down, only Jingliu was standing there with a sword in his hand.

Jing Yuan looked at the scene in front of him and stood there in a daze.

He thought Jingliu would save Jingnian, but... he killed Jingnian.

why?

Aren't they family?

"The evil spirit has been eliminated. There's no need to panic. Just focus on the rescue work."

Jingliu put away his sword, looked calm, and turned to leave.

"Yes." Everyone came back to their senses. It was obvious that Jing Yuan was not the only one who was shocked. Anyone present who knew the relationship between the two felt uneasy.

"Wait a minute, he...Jingnian, this is too weird, he is your younger brother!"

"Besides, Jingnian... he is a Cloud Rider and has made many contributions."

"We just became friends, what happened!" Jing Yuan staggered to stop Jing Liu, ignoring the cracked wound, gasping for breath, he couldn't catch his breath at all.

The previous second, that person came back with all his achievements and asked him nervously…if he could become his friend with all these.

The next second, the child of destiny in his eyes died so casually—

Jing Liu didn't even hesitate for a second and didn't shed a tear.

"He almost killed you and everyone here."

"No matter who it is, once possessed by the devil, he must be eliminated. This is Yunqi's fate, and this time it is also my fault." Jingliu lowered his eyes and passed by Jingyuan without stopping.

No one could see the emotion in her eyes.

But then he paused and asked, "Your name is Jingyuan?"

"I am Jing Yuan." Jing Yuan lost all his strength and sat on the ground with empty eyes.

What happened today had a huge impact on him.

There was something I didn’t say out loud just now. If possible, I wish Jingnian could hear it.

——Don’t be afraid, Jingnian, I’m fine.

Don't... make that expression.

"Thank you for being his friend." Jing Liu looked back slightly, nodded, and walked away decisively.

A cold wind brushed across his face, and Jing Liu's eyes began to tremble. He walked to a deserted corner, looked up at the sky, and murmured, "How is it possible? Why is it... Mo Yin?"

"I'm crazy!"

"I must be crazy—"

"It's... not important anymore, Jingnian. No, when we meet again, you will be the one to punish me, Judge." Jingliu smiled bitterly.

A tear slid down from the corner of my eye, wetting my cheek, and finally leaving this world.

In the square, Jing Yuan heard Jing Liu's words and laughed at himself. Jing Nian's friend?

He asked Jingnian many times why he had to do so much.

Jingnian always said that it was because he wanted to be his friend.

Jing Yuan did not accept this answer to a certain extent. He felt that something was missing...so he kept hesitating.

His intuition told him that this was not Jingnian's real reason.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"Jingnian, those stories you made up don't have an ending yet. It's so awkward. The rest of them are all nonsense."

"You made promises that were inexplicable, and died inexplicably. It really... leaves me confused."

Jing Yuan looked at the place where Jing Nian died, not knowing what he was feeling.

But his clenched fists showed that he was not at peace.

Looking at the place where Jingnian died, there was a sword stuck there, it was Zhuyue.

Whenever I go out, I always hear people nearby bragging about how Jingnian fights with a sword. He looks so neat and skillful, just like Jingliu, making the enemy retreat.

This sword carries the glory of the young man.

When Jing Yuan drew out the sword, it felt cool and heavy in his hand, and he felt a huge void in his heart.

He once hated Jingnian, but that night, Jingnian carried him to Dandingsi, and his eyes that were powerful enough to burn the night were deeply imprinted in his mind.

For twenty years, he witnessed everything about the other party.

"We've just become friends, Jingnian. Above friends, there are close friends..."

"Besides close friends, there are also confidants..."

Jing Yuan's fingertips brushed across the sword, and his words became slightly lowered.

In fact, he no longer hated Jingnian. During the twenty years that they wrote letters to each other, Jingnian had become a part of his life.

Only Jingnian would listen carefully to those trivial things and complain that he wrote too little and asked if he could share more.

But there will be no more...about the letter, about those cheesy words.

Amidst the hurried crowd, Jing Yuan did not shed tears, but just stood there for a long time until the square was empty.

He is enduring.

Wait until you calm down.

This is him - Jing Yuan.