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Chapter 211 Waiting for Haruki

"He… made you so embarrassed. He's useless."

"Blade, did you hear that?"

"No." Jingliu glanced at Ren, cursed Yannian out of habit, and gave a straightforward reply - refusal.

"Not only will you not give me...the blade, you will also need to pay me back for hurting my brother!"

Jing Liu's red eyes sank, like a blood moon.

If she was not in the fairy boat, Jingnian's injuries would be beyond his control.

If she were in the fairy boat, she would tear that man into pieces.

[Bengtie Battle Maniac: Haha, fight, fight, cool, there are so many battle CGs in this version——]

[The Trail Blazers Love to Sleep In: This scene gives me a sense of reality, it's so impactful.]

Jing Liu didn't move, and there was no sword in his hand, but the bricks under his feet turned into powder in an instant.

Dust was nailed to the air, and the lights on the wall were extinguished.

Yannian knew... Jingliu was about to draw his sword.

He really wanted Jingliu to plunge the sword into Ren's chest to ensure the precise destruction of the dead wood hairpin.

But if I say any more, it will arouse Jingliu's suspicion.

Even if it succeeds, Jingliu will take the blame for him and bear Ren's wrath.

In life and work, have a beginning and an end.

He is crazy, but that doesn't mean he has lost his conscience and is a complete thug.

As a man, you are responsible for your own actions.

Besides... Jingliu is already a criminal, so it is not advisable to start a war before she achieves her goal. The other party has Silver Wolf in the dark, and his elusiveness is a problem.

When Jingliu drew his sword, Yannian pinched the sword tip with two fingers. Renben had already made a posture to defend against the enemy, but he frowned when he saw this situation.

"It's enough to have your sister's heart, but our family motto is to get back at the wrongs you've suffered."

Yannian put down his hand, his eyes, which were flashing with a faint light, became gloomy, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura. The crow that had silently crawled up beside him couldn't help but sneeze and put on a cotton jacket to resist the evil spirit.

The familiar breath made Dan Heng jump away from Yannian.

"Senior, why are you so far away?" Yan Qing looked at Dan Heng in confusion.

"There is a shadow." Dan Heng's breathing became heavier. He looked down at the mist. The dark chains seemed to spread to the abyss. Strange cries could be heard faintly, making people feel terrified.

Terrible, terrible... He didn't want to stay in the Ten Kings Division at all.

I don't want to stay with Shi Yan like this.

Love and fear coexist.

"Not too stupid." Jingliu was not surprised. In her heart, Jingnian should be like this.

"Blade, Jingliu's demonic body is very heavy and needs the Vermillion Bird Feather to suppress it. I won't give it to him privately. This is the first reason."

"Jun Li has long been dead and should rest in peace. This is the second reason."

"You... could have seen him before he died, but you didn't go back until he died."

"You've brought this upon yourself. Trying to turn back is futile. This is... reason three."

Yannian stared at the blade closely.

"All in vain?"

"Hope is right in front of us. What you said is nonsense."

"Yu Mo is with me now. The laws of the Ten Kings can't control me, nor can they control him." Ren said indifferently, his eyes turned cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

What’s the point of saying so much? If you don’t give it to me, just snatch it away.

"After all, you helped Xianzhou once. Given the relationship between Jingyuan and me, I should give you some face, Ren."

"It's a pure swordsmanship contest. If you win, the Vermillion Bird Feather will be given to you."

"But if you lose—" Yannian paused, "leave the Immortal Boat."

"We are not responsible for any accidents during the competition."

"The Emperor Bow Siming is here to bear witness. Do you dare to accept it?"

This kind of question and answer appeared for the second time in Blade's life.

The first time was from Ying Xing. The same sentence "Do you dare to answer it?" made the young man feel uncomfortable. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he could only swallow them painfully. In the end, they only turned into two short words.

"I... take it."

The same answer, Ren did not hesitate.

"Come on then... Blade."

Yannian turned around and said, "Sister, you don't have to go. Don't you have something to tell Danheng?"

"No need."

"Little brother, you wait here for Jingyuan. When he arrives, tell him - let's meet at the old place. You are the only one missing." Jingliu waved his hand, said something to Yanqing, nodded to signal Danheng to follow, and decided on a place without authorization.

This made Yannian feel depressed, and he suddenly came up with a plan to avoid Jingyuan, but Jingliu insisted on pulling him back.

Yannian curled his lips, and Jingliu saw it.

"Don't worry, with Jing Yuan's temperament, he will definitely arrive in time to watch your whole process."

Then he'd better come later.

"Sister... don't worry, even if there is no..." Yannian hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Jingliu.

"As long as you hold the sword, you will win."

"Use it to achieve your goals."

Jingliu lowered her eyes. To be honest, her demonic Yin body was no longer able to rely on the Suzaku Feather, so it didn't matter if she used the blade. She knew Yannian had his own purpose.

She didn't ask, and there was no need to ask.

"Infatuated people always want to look back, but we never look back."

It's really strange... Because of his intervention, the competition between the five brave men on the cloud - Jingliu and Ren - has become between him and Ren.

Unconsciously, his stories have connected with them.

He is not one of the Five Heroes of Yunshang, but he exists with a unique identity.

Tournament field.

The petals that rolled in from somewhere in the air had long lost their color and were wrapped in dust, circling in circles like gray snow.

Yannian was three meters away from the blade. The wind blew hard, and flowers flew across the sword's spine and were cut in half by the sharp edge.

"Star Core Hunter, Blade." Blade spoke lightly, his eyes as deep as the abyss of water reflected Yannian's figure, and the fragmented emotions condensed and entered his heart before the sound of the wind.

"Xianzhou Cangcheng, Jingnian."

Yannian drew his sword - Zhuyue.

Chasing the moon, chasing the mirage, is the original meaning of this sword.

Off-screen, the "Manye Cat" excitedly guzzled some chicken soup for himself, "A peak showdown, watched by peak players. If it comes to swordplay, I'm sure Jingnian will win, no doubt about it."

[Suchang filling in dumplings: Sorry, I'm betting on a blade. If I lose, I'll dress like a woman (serious)]

[Master Jiaoqiu, disciple Suyun: If you want to wear it, just say so. I must insert it and come back to appreciate it.]

Yu Mo's little fox: Crying fiercely, Ren, Jingnian is right, why don't you go back and see him? You clearly have a chance. Please, let Ren win.

The wind stopped and the two men moved.

The crossed swords made a frictional sound, and the dust that was kicked up was torn apart by the sword wind. In a moment, the two men had exchanged five or six moves, and sparks flew, illuminating two faces that were close to each other.

One man's eyes were as cold as frost, and he was determined to cut off everything.

One person's eyes began to revive, the dullness peeled off inch by inch, and his eyes were filled with you.

The red hairband flew past Ren's eyes, and the wooden hairpin on Ren's chest trembled violently.

The regenerative function tried to fill the hole and sew it up desperately. The flowing blood entangled the wooden hairpin, trying to assimilate this foreign object.

The wooden hairpin rejected this kind of blood, because the soul that resided in it was a craftsman who forged hunting arrows, and would never accept this kind of power, even in death.

There is no time—

Don't you want to see me even for the last time?

I am... Ying Xing.

No, you are a blade, you are just a weapon.

You have failed to live up to the expectations of your senior brother, and you have long been too ashamed to face him.

"Don't...say that again!"

There was a flash of violence in Ren's eyes, and the whispers in his mind were full of sarcasm, mocking his death.

With a crisp "clang" sound, Ren swung the sword violently, knocking Yannian back. The hand holding the hilt was bleeding, and the blood was dripping onto a leaf.

In the season of falling leaves...people who have no or lost their roots will miss the people who are important to them, and that is their home.

Or maybe the return of fallen leaves is actually a lie, giving the wanderers the final comfort.

The bonfires among the corpses rose up one after another, the flames sometimes as thin as blades, sometimes jumping and making crackling sounds, setting off the quiet night.

By the campfire, Ying Xing looked at several letters over and over again. The paper was wrinkled, and Ying Xing smoothed it out carefully. The other four people looked at him curiously.

Jing Yuan, who was sitting next to him, smiled lightly, "Brother Ying Xing, you've watched it several times. Weren't you very happy at the beginning?"

"What's going on?" Jing Yuan asked tentatively.

Ying Xing shook his head and silently looked at the letters in his hand.

There was a letter from Huaiyan saying that Jun Li was in good health recently and the medicine he sent back was good. Don't worry, he was also trying to find a solution. He hoped Ying Xing could take good care of himself outside. He heard that you had made great achievements recently and he was proud of you.

A letter came from the senior brother, who said he was doing well and was gradually recovering... Don't worry about him, just keep moving towards your goal.

Finally, he implicitly expressed when he could come back.

There was another letter from Yudai, which was full of insults from beginning to end and told the truth.

"Brother Ying Xing...why don't you take some time to go home?"

"You must miss home very much." Jing Yuan thought for a while and patted Ying Xing's shoulder.

A few years is just a short moment for the immortal species, but it is an important period of life for the short-lived species.

"What are you talking about, Jingyuan?"

"I have forged weapons that have slain countless remnants of the Abundant Powers. They are truly renowned."

"Of course I have to go home. Once I find the magic medicine, I will immediately break up with you and go back to enjoy my old age with my eldest brother. Who will care about you anymore?"

Ying Xing pretended to smile cheerfully, slapped Jing Yuan's hand away in disgust, and tried his best to hide the fear in his heart.

Knowing that his senior brother and Huai Yan wouldn’t tell him, he wrote to Yu Dai every time. He knew... Yu Dai would tell him the truth.

The medicine sent back had no effect at all. The eldest brother's health became weaker and weaker, and his hair had already turned gray.

If he goes back... he knows that he can no longer leave and can only watch his senior brother die in front of him. His senior brother has fulfilled his wish, so what should he do?

He lost his home early, and his senior brother led him forward, but he could not accept such a life for the rest of his life.

There must be a way.

"I discovered that being human is really greedy."

"Everything is possible, especially for a short-lived person like me."

The firelight illuminated Ying Xing's tired profile and wrinkles, and his eyelashes trembled like reeds on the ridge of a field bent by the moonlight.

Jingliu and Danfeng didn't know why Yingxing said that.

Only Bai Heng and Jing Yuan remained silent.

After a long while, Bai Heng whispered, "Ying Xing, you are not greedy either."

"You just want him to recover and spend the remaining short years of his life together."

"If this is greed... then the word happiness seems far away."

Those days away from home.

In addition to forging, Ying Xing traveled to other planets like crazy, looking for medicine and magic methods, but in the end it was all in vain.

The bronze mirror on the table, which had not been wiped for a long time, was covered with a layer of dust, as if it had been covered with frost for ten years.

An increasingly old face emerged in the turbid mirror, the frost on the temples looked cold and blue in the copper light, and the purple eyes tossed between hope and death, and were finally swallowed by the years.

Fairy boat like a small boat, please take me to the place where there are magic medicines. The swallows have cut the wind chimes on the eaves several times, and I no longer have the heart to count - how many springs and autumns have passed in that wind.

But I have read your letter tens of thousands of times, and I know that swallows cannot bring spring to you.

Please hold on a little longer, my worn-out feet. I want to go further and leave a little spring breeze for that piece of dead wood.

I'm sorry, my hometown guy.

I just want to give you a real spring, and then use my wooden hairpin to tie up your long bright red hair.

Let all the return journeys and partings be gently closed at the ends of the hair, and we will never be separated again for the rest of our lives.