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

He finally got to this seat, faster than he thought.

But he didn't expect that after taking office, the first person he wanted to capture was his own sister, Jingliu.

The first person to be judged was Dan Feng, who had wanted to save him and helped him many times.

Yannian sat upright in front of the desk, his whole body wrapped in a black robe, silent and thoughtless, with little ghost fires floating around him. He quietly moved books and swept the floor, looking well-behaved and cute.

There is no mirror here, but when I see the mirror flow, I can recall the appearance of the mirror year.

Yannian waved his hand, and the little will-o'-the-wisp fires immediately lined up obediently to leave, and considerately closed the door for Yannian.

Then his true form was immediately exposed, he screamed like a ghost, and cursed the Ten Judges as idiots, saying that they had no humanity and had to work overtime every day.

He kept mocking Yannian, the new Ten Kings, for not moving for a whole day. He wondered if he had gone crazy.

Because of the non-stop overtime work at Shiwangsi, employees must possess two major qualities.

First, worry about other people’s happiness.

Second, take pleasure in the worries of others.

Although Yannian never expressed these two points on the surface, he had inherited them in his heart.

With a click, the door opened, and the will-o'-the-wisp immediately returned to its well-behaved appearance, acting cute. Yannian said calmly, "Today's work will be doubled."

If you dare to rejoice in his sorrow, he will surely rejoice in your sorrow.

In an instant, the will-o'-the-wisp seemed to have aged dozens of times and turned into a pool of mud. Yannian was not very happy and turned around and sat back at the desk.

There was a thick pile of documents on the desk, all from Dan Feng.

Yannian already understood the specific situation, or rather, he had known about it for a long time. Long before the attack, he had read Jing Yuan's background information, but he did not expect that he would be related to him in the end.

He didn't have much time to think.

"System, what happens if I find Jingliu before Jingyuan?"

"Fei Guang's PV will change, right?" Yannian called out in his consciousness.

"Yes, it will be cut into other scenes of Jing Yuan and Jing Liu, but it will also show the grudges and entanglements between the two."

"You've died too many times. Every time you die, three days of real time pass. As time goes by, Hamiyou has its own promotion plan."

"If you insist on going, I'll deduct 50,000 popularity points from you. I'll help you correct it once, but the penalties will be multiplied from now on."

"You've caused trouble for the authorities, and they have some power to sanction you."

The system's voice was cold. "I told you, you have to learn to justify yourself, K0047. You must be responsible for every modification you make to your PV."

"Don't be so inconsistent. You're just fooling the players."

Yannian did not answer. He stood up and looked behind him. On the dark sword rack was a sword with "Ten Kings" engraved on the hilt. The sword was as straight as a string and was red in color. It flashed like a blood rain.

This sword has no name, but it records the names of all the Cloud Riders who have fallen into the devil's shadow.

"Fifty thousand popularity points... take it. I can handle it, and I'll definitely earn it back later."

"Why?" The system asked in a puzzled tone. Didn't Yannian always want to become stronger? Popularity is power, but he gave up so easily.

"Because I told Jingyuan that next time, I will arrive earlier and faster."

Yannian picked up the sword, his fingertips brushed across the blade, reflecting his lifeless red eyes.

"Also... following through on something to the end is also the charm of the character."

“What I have done has made me who I am today. I just do what I should do.”

"——In Shi Yan's eyes, Jing Yuan's forbearing look is really ugly, he will definitely go." Yannian sheathed his sword and smiled coldly, but in fact, he did feel a little pain.

Just a little bit. After all, cats are not saints, so please forgive his vulgarity.

Clenching his fists, Yannian felt the abundant power in his body.

In a sense, he was stuck in a bug in the system. As the character he played, "Jingnian" was arranged by the system to shape his predecessor. His power, like the original body, came from his accumulated popularity.

However, after his death, "Jingnian" became a puppet. Apart from his consciousness, he was completely dead. His power came from the inheritance of the Ten Kings. Unfortunately, after the copy was completed, he could not take this power away.

"Sister... I know you will leave eventually. At least leave with me watching you go."

"Jing Yuan can't do it, he will definitely be sad."

Yannian murmured to himself, walked out of the palace, gave Xueyi a few instructions, and then left the Ten Kings Division alone.

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold moon was like a hook. Jing Yuan, wearing armor, walked past a group of cloud riders with a calm expression. His long and narrow eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes, and his words were sonorous and powerful.

"All Cloud Riders, listen to my orders. Follow me to capture the Demon Yin who defected from the Immortal Boat—Jing Liu."

Jing Yuan's voice sank slightly.

A series of recent events has brought him to the bottom of his mood.

But he has to go on, he has too much on his shoulders now.

It didn't take long, just a few years, before he became a general. He felt no joy, only sadness.

Master... let me repay your kindness one last time.

Jing Yuan thought to himself, his eyes filled with complexity. Zhuyue was hanging at his side. Jing Yuan always carried this sword with him, even though he was not good at using the sword.

"General, the Ten Kings' Division sent a message saying that they have found Jing Liu's whereabouts in advance, and the Ten Kings have personally dispatched troops, so you shouldn't go." A cloud rider walked up to Jing Yuan with a strange look on his face and whispered.

"Yes, going there would restrict the Ten Kings' abilities and hinder their performance."

"With a powerful enemy at our doorstep, what do you mean?" Jing Yuan frowned.

The Ten Kings Division has always been mysterious, and even he has no right to interfere.

"They underestimated Jingliu and went on the expedition as usual."

Jing Yuan gave the order without hesitation.

Suddenly realizing, "Only the Tenth King?"

"Yes, just him." Yunqi replied respectfully.

Jing Yuan was silent, and a small memory suddenly flashed through his mind.

That night, the black-robed boy handed Zhuyue to him. The familiar gaze, the scorching heat, the moment their eyes met, made his heart tremble for unknown reasons.

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

Speaking of which, ever since I became a member of the "Five Heroes on the Cloud", left the fairy ship, and returned again, I haven't seen the little fat cat.

Behind the plum tree outside the window, someone often watches him, and the time of appearance... is when Yunqi falls into the body of the devil.

But when you open the window, there is always a cat on the tiles.

When a Cloud Rider falls into the devil's shadow, that sight will watch him from a distance, and then what will appear is - the fat cat.

Is this a curse?

Jing Yuan had thought so before, but soon, he felt that this must be someone's affection for him.

As for that person, Jing Yuan has an answer in his heart, and he has always had it.

"Cloud Riders, listen up. Our plan has changed. Stay here to guard the Immortal Boat. I'll be back soon." After saying that, Jing Yuan disappeared, leaving the Cloud Riders looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a second of silence, everyone exploded in an instant.

"General, don't be impulsive. We are not competing with the Ten Kings. We will lose the battle but not the battle."

"The Tenth King is an old immortal. You are alone. Wait for us."

A deserted place.

A strong wind blew past, raising sand and rocks, and in an instant the sky was filled with thick sand.

Jingliu walked forward with a numb expression, his red eyes filled with a desire to kill.

Soon, she stopped.

In front of her, a whirlwind blew up a column of yellow sand, which slowly rose into the air. A young man in a black robe stood in it, looking at her silently.