Hello, Yan Chaobai

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"Everyone is born with a mission. Your mission is your name. In other words, it is you."

"..." Yan Chaobai sat in the corner with his head bowed. He was silent for a long time, and layers of shadows fell on top of his head, gray and unclear.

Finally, the boy raised his head: "Then what should I do?"

His voice trembled uncontrollably: "Should I play a role like Bai Nianxing?"

The faint tear stains on his face flowed all the way to his lips, which had been bitten into pink and white by his teeth, and a strange splendor was faintly oozing from his two clear eyes.

"I pray that they will be united forever, but never, and fight for it."

"no way."

"It's meaningless." Chao Yi was unmoved, "An existence like yours is meaningless."

"Is my existence meaningful—" Yan Chaobai slowly stretched out his hand.In this illusory corridor, he didn't have any weapons on his body at all, but at this moment black flames slowly condensed on the boy's empty palm, and he pulled away the thick candle smoke abruptly to form an antique shield .

"It's not up to you!"

The shield dance is like a dragon riding a strong wind.Slashing with a knife is like a tiger entering a forest.

On Yan Chaobai's body, a circle of red and black blood energy was suddenly shaken away, spreading out like wings in a sea of ​​blood, and at the end, there were pieces of crystal clear sharp edges!

He broke through the misty smoke, and pierced Chao Yi's chest with a knife.

Time stood still for a moment, and in the next second, the candle smoke was shattered, and the verandah collapsed layer by layer.

Yan Chaobai found himself standing in the center of Guangdu Town, the center of Chengdu.

In front of you is the epitome of the huge rivers and lakes.

Yan Chaobai looked at the flashes of swords and swords coming and going, and the penetrating feeling that had just been empty still remained in his hands.The invisible and intangible emotions are slowly growing at this moment, which is something he has never experienced before, called loneliness.

Cang Yun rarely spoke.

Potu Qilang felt that he was like a pool of stagnant water in his cauldron, lifeless except for the occasional grunt.

"Master, there are many children in the village under the mountain, you can try to be with them..."

Cang Yun rolled his eyes.

Cang Yun always thought that he liked to communicate with others, especially when he was traveling with Chunyang, he said everything he could and couldn't say.

After leaving, he realized that he didn't like talking at all.

To many people, he is too lazy to speak.

After all, Cang Yun is still Cang Yun.

In the silence of the past, white arrows flew up from the blue sky, heading straight for Wuxin Ridge.

Cang Yun, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his eyes.

The white spot was approaching quickly, and a vigorous white pigeon landed on the shoulder of Cang Yun from mid-air, flapping its wings.

Cang Yun untied the cloth strips tied around the pigeon's legs, and watched quietly for a while.

Then he stood up without saying anything, and no one who could explain himself was gone.

He held a black corner in his hand, slightly revealing a touch of gold. It was part of the Cangyun battle flag, and the rest were sent to the disciples of Cangyun outside by the carrier pigeons.

What Poto Shichiro could tell was only that back figure, like a God of War with broken wings, gradually precipitated a tragic color under the vast sky.

In the 14th year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion broke out.