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

"Senior Cangbo."

There was blood flowing from the corner of Jing Yuan's mouth. He held the sword in his hand, but the sword was shaking.

The demon in front is called Cang Bo. He is the senior who has been patiently teaching him since he joined Yunqi.

They were patrolling the designated streets as usual, but Cangbo suddenly howled in pain, attacking his companions without distinguishing friend from foe, so Jingyuan could only pick up his sword and fight him.

There were ordinary residents nearby, so he couldn't retreat a single step.

But - he couldn't bring himself to kill.

But he had to kill.

The Cang Bo in front of him gradually overlapped with a person. It was Jingnian who swung the sword at him that day. His eyes were ruthless, indifferent and crazy, full of oppression.

Jing Yuan's breathing became heavier, and he rushed forward with the Moon-Chasing Sword in his hand glowing.

Cang Bo roared. He was 891 years old this year, with sophisticated fighting skills. His original strength was outstanding, not to mention entering the Demonic Yin state.

Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, and the sword energy running rampant, Jing Yuan thought calmly. His swordsmanship was average, and close combat was extremely disadvantageous to him. He had already asked Yunqi to report the situation, and Jingliu would arrive soon.

Before that, he needs to maneuver.

"Die!" Cang Bo's expression was ferocious. He moved very quickly and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan reacted quickly and raised his sword, but was knocked away.

The next second, the opponent's fist approached, and Jing Yuan put his arms in a protective posture. Although he would be injured if he was hit, he could also use the force to create distance and buy time.

But just as Cangbo's fist was about to reach Jingyuan, nine chains burst out from the darkness, pulling Cangbo's body, throwing Cangbo up and slamming into the ground, smashing the ground and filling the air with smoke.

Jing Yuan was stunned. A young man in a black robe holding Zhuyue, who had just been picked up and flying away, passed by him and leaped into the air.

"In the name of the Ten Kings, I will sever your karma and bury you."

"rest in peace."

In the air, the young man's voice was low, and a cold wind blew, lifting a corner of his black robe.

Cang Bo's eyes flickered, and the other person's face overlapped with someone else's. He subconsciously whispered, "Jing, Jingliu...sama."

The low voice was drowned in the thunder. Yannian used a sword to kill Cang Bo and collected his memory with a secret technique.

The movements are crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.

Jing Yuan looked at the young man in black robe. When the young man swung his sword, from his angle, he could only see his smooth chin and slightly red lips.

But the sight of the black-robed youth swinging his sword... he couldn't forget.

Just like the guy who had bullied him many times.

"Are you... the judge?" Jing Yuan walked forward and looked at the empty ground. A trace of sadness rose in his heart and his eyes were complicated.

Senior Cangbo, who was chatting and laughing with him not long ago, was regarded as a hero by the people of Xianzhou, but ended up like this the next second.

Jing Yuan clenched his fists, feeling deeply powerless. He lowered his head, looking sad, frowning slightly, and forced himself to be patient.

Force yourself to get used to it——

A hand holding Zhuyue appeared before Jing Yuan's eyes. He looked up and saw a young man in a black robe standing in the shadows, facing him sideways. His voice was cold and clear, "Yunqi, don't let the weapons go."

"Don't lose it... I'll be quicker next time."

“——I’m gone.”

Yannian glanced at Jingyuan vaguely. He felt that Jingyuan's current expression was extremely ugly. He felt depressed and helpless, but he had to accept it. In the end, he was forced to let go and endure everything silently.

In his memory, the most beautiful smile was when Jing Yuan raised his head to him in the snow that day.

Carefree, relaxed and lively.

[Jing Yuan's favorability +1.]

After hearing the system prompt, Yannian realized that his goal had been achieved and planned to leave.

When Jing Yuan met the gaze of the young man in black robe, his heart trembled, and that inexplicable feeling surged into his heart again.

"Wait a minute." Jing Yuan said in a panic. He wanted to go forward and grab the boy, but the boy had already melted into the darkness and disappeared. Only the Zhuyue in his hand was shining with a cold light.

"The efficiency of the Ten Kings Division has improved. This is good news."

Jingliu's voice sounded behind him. Jingyuan turned around and saw Jingliu also looking in the direction where the black-robed boy left, his red eyes calm.

"Now that the matter has been resolved, everything can go on as usual."

"Yes."

The accompanying cloud riders became busy cleaning up the scene.

It was time for Jingyuan to get off work, and Jingliu sent him back to rest.

The cool breeze blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound. Jing Yuan walked on the street, his eyes slightly gloomy and his face stiff.

The houses on both sides were pitch black, with only a few houses showing faint lights through their carved wooden windows.

In the past, no matter what time it was, there were always people bragging about Jingnian's military achievements and his virtues. There were even many unbelievable stories - Jingnian joined the army to replace his sister, Jingnian shot the sun, Jingnian flew to the moon...

After Jingnian died, those who praised him disappeared without a trace.

Jing Yuan suddenly felt a little lonely and tired. When he thought about the future... and how much he would lose, he couldn't calm down and even felt a little panic.

He's afraid he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Wait, why did he think of Jingnian again? Jing Yuan frowned. Could it be that familiar gaze, or the figure of the black-robed boy chasing the moon?

After a while, Jing Yuan smiled bitterly. He thought he must be tired. He covered his aching head with his hands, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

Neither Jingnian nor Cangbo will come back.

"Meow (Jing Yuan.)"

A cat's meow passed by his ears, and Jing Yuan looked up.

Under the street light ahead, a fat cat squatted there obediently, blinking its big purple eyes.

"It's... you, the fat cat thief who stole my schoolbag and hairband! You're actually... still alive." Jing Yuan regained some spirit and spoke in shock.

Hearing this comment, Yannian rolled his eyes.

There is no need to calculate it so clearly, and why do you have to tie fat to him?

He is a ragdoll, and ragdolls are slightly bigger than normal cats.

It’s terrible to have no cat culture!

And what's with that tone of voice that makes him wish he were dead?

"Meow (I'm giving you a bag of dried fish. Don't be depressed. What an ugly expression. When you feel sad, you might as well learn from me.)"

"Meow (Lie down, feel happy when the head is touched, or lick its fur.)"

Yannian suppressed his inner complaints, took out a bag of dried fish from behind, placed it in front of Jingyuan, and smacked his lips. This was his private collection.

Even the system doesn’t know where he is hiding. How powerful is that?

Jing Yuan's eyes widened, as if he understood something. He squatted in front of Yan Nian, pointed at the dried fish, and said hesitantly, "Is this... for me?"

Yannian nodded, then pointed at Jingyuan, then pointed at himself, and lowered his head.

"You want me to lower my head?"

“Meow (Yes.)”

Jingyuan hesitated and bent over.

Yannian stretched out his claws and touched Jingyuan's white fur to comfort him.

"Meow meow (all the sadness, fly away, don't worry, I won't die anymore, I'm here, and I'll do the things you can't do——)", Yannian smiled sinisterly.

Jing Yuan's face was filled with black lines. He couldn't understand cat language, but he felt like he was being treated as a cat, even though the other person was clearly a cat.

Go against Tiangang!

However, he could feel Yannian's intention, which was to comfort him.

A cat actually noticed my low mood.

When Jing Yuan glanced at the red hairband on the bag, he couldn't help laughing. His hairband was actually used to tie dried fish.

Why is it so cheap?

Untying the hairband on the bag, Jing Yuan tied it around Yannian's feet in a somewhat angry manner, "This is my favorite hairband. If you take it, you must cherish it and not tie your dried fish with it."

Jingyuan looked at Yannian with his eyes lowered, reached out and touched Yannian's head, and Yannian did not refuse.

But when Jingyuan touched his left ear, Yannian trembled subconsciously.

His ear was cut off by Bu Liren, so even if he tried to cover it up, it would still feel awkward.

"Thank you, I feel much better!" Jing Yuan noticed Yannian's abnormality and withdrew his hand in time, smiling from the bottom of his heart, with less childishness and more gentleness.

I tried hard to cover up in front of others, but now I take off my disguise when no one is around.

Yannian's eyes softened and he wanted to say something, but time reminded him that he had to go. He had to return to the Ten Kings Division to report.

He…originally wanted to listen to Jingyuan’s troubles, just like they used to write letters to each other.

but--

Yannian turned around silently, raised his paw and left.

"Are you leaving?"

"Can... you not leave?" Jing Yuan stood up and looked at Yan Nian. He didn't know why he said that.

Perhaps it was the successive losses that made him start wanting to hold on to something.

But he knew that fate was hard to predict and sometimes people could only go with the flow.

Yannian paused, turned around, looked at Jingyuan's hesitant expression, his beard trembling, finally couldn't bear to leave him?

It’s not like I won’t come back. I’m still waiting to see you more to improve my favorability.

Well... let's be naughty again when we say goodbye, otherwise we will inevitably feel sad.

Yannian's eyes rolled, and he jumped, rolled in the air, and jumped onto Jingyuan's head. He hooked his tail playfully and rolled away Jingyuan's red hairband.

His white hair fell apart, and Jing Yuan's eyes widened. "You took my hairband again."

After succeeding, Yannian jumped onto the roof, stuck out his tongue at Jingyuan, and disappeared.

Jing Yuan clenched his fists, frowned, and then laughed angrily.

Picking up the dried fish on the ground, Jing Yuan murmured, "Remember... to return it. You already have a hairband, don't be greedy."

"I will wait for you."

Not far away, the Ragdoll cat jumped into a secluded corner, but a young man in a black robe walked out.

Yannian looked at the hairband on his wrist, hid it inside, and then hurried to the Ten Kings Division.

When he got nearby, he immediately gathered his clothes and walked in pretending to be indifferent.

"Are you back?" Xue Yi said lightly.

"Ah."

Yannian spoke in a cold voice, walked in without looking back, and continued to deal with the books.

Don’t ask him why he is so indifferent, because his superiors have instilled in him the image of a ruthless judge.

The boring days are here again.