I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

The two asked around along the way.

Finally, when night fell, they arrived at the camp where Chu Yao and Wen Buyu were.

This place is close to the main battlefield, and the casualties are a hundred times heavier than what Sang Nian had seen on the road before.

Her heart sank little by little, and Shen Mingchao also calmed down.

Outside the tent, two hurried footsteps were heard.

As Sang Nian turned around, someone screamed and ran over to hug her.

“Sang Nian!!!”

Sang Nian hurriedly caught the man, took two steps back, and barely managed to hold on and not fall.

Shen Mingchao was terrified:

"Song Chuyao, get off here right now! Who will be responsible if she is killed by you?"

Chu Yao hugged Sang Nian's neck, looking nonchalant:

"Shen Hetun, shut up. It's just a hug. Is it so serious?"

Sang Nian really couldn't hold on any longer, so he patted her on the back:

"Come down first. I haven't greeted my senior brother yet."

Only then did Chu Yao let her go.

Sang Nian took a breath and said to Wen Bu Yu:

"Big Brother, are you feeling better?"

Hearing without saying a word and smiling:

"Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister Sang. I am much better now."

He patted Sang Nian's shoulder and wanted to say something, but the smile on his face instantly turned into astonishment.

"Your body..."

Sang Nian interrupted him hastily:

"It's rare for us to get together again, let's talk about something happy."

Wen Buyu was silent for a moment, his eyes filled with sadness:

"it is good."

Chu Yao smelled something wrong:

"what happened?"

Sang Nian: "It's okay."

She said, "You should change your clothes quickly. You are covered in monster blood, which stinks worse than Shen Mingchao's."

Chu Yao immediately lowered her head and smelled herself, scratching her hair:

"Then go wait for me outside."

The three of them came out of the tent, sat down next to the fire, and talked about their experiences during this period.

Wen Bu Yu said:

"My junior sister and I heard that the war was difficult, and we also wanted to do our part for the cultivation world, so we came here."

Shen Mingchao said:

"Not long after I returned to the sect, I followed my master to the battlefield. Later... my master died in the battle."

The firelight danced on the boy's face, clearly reflecting the sadness in his eyes that he had not had time to conceal.

"I collected his remains and sent them back to the sect. I didn't know where to go, so I came here again."

At this point, he smiled at Sang Nian:

"I wanted to go to Qingzhou to see you, but I was worried that you would remember those bad things when you saw me, so I didn't go in the end."

Sang Nian hugged his knees, resting his chin on them, in a daze.

The fifth elder...has died in battle.

She didn't have a deep impression of the little old man. She only knew that he was cheerful all day long and liked to grow vegetables in the fields with the second elder.

Whenever I met her, I would enthusiastically take out a handful of freshly picked beans and try my best to invite her to dinner.

She doesn't like eating beans, so she has never been there.

I always think, it will be better next time, I will definitely go next time.

But there won't be a next time.

The fire crackled, but the three of them fell silent.

Chu Yao came out after changing her clothes, not knowing what was going on:

"Why do you all look like that?"

Sang Nian forced a smile:

"Nothing, just a quick chat."

Chu Yao sat down and held out a wine jar like a treasure:

"Hehe, you never thought that I would hide this."

Shen Mingchao's eyes also lit up:

"You're amazing. I was just about to have a sip. Hurry up and pour it."

Chu Yao broke the mud seal, but before she could find the cup, Sang Nian and Shen Mingchao came over with bowls in hand:

"Just use this."

Chu Yao: “Smart.”

She poured a bowl for each person, and when it was Wen Buyu's turn, she habitually skipped it, but Wen Buyu also picked up a bowl:

"Pour it up."

Chu Yao smiled instantly and poured him a full bowl.

She put down the wine jar, and the four of them clinked their bowls lightly:

"Want to say something?"

Shen Mingchao looked at Sang Nian:

"Say what?"

Chu Yao also looked at Sang Nian:

"Say what?"

Sang Nian thought about it, then waved his hand boldly:

“I wish us all a bright future.”

Shen Mingchao: "Okay, I wish us all a bright future!"

Chu Yao: "I wish us all a bright future!"

Wen Buyu smiled softly:

“I wish we all have a bright future.”

So, on a cold winter night, beside a fire that was about to go out, a few people clinked their bowls together with laughter.

Some of the clear wine spilled out and wet the back of my hand.

They didn't care and drank it all in one gulp.

Behind the dead tree in the distance, the girl withdrew her gaze and an ice cup condensed in her palm.

She clinked her glass gently in the air.

“I wish us all a bright future.”

There is no wine in the cup.

*

It is coldest late at night.

Several people crowded into Chu Yao's tent to rest. With so many people around, it became warmer.

Sang Nian stood up quietly.

She put down two storage bags next to Wen Buyu, covered the blanket that Chu Yao had kicked away, and finally stepped over Shen Mingchao on the ground and walked towards the door.

Before lifting the curtain, her hand stayed in the air for a long time, but in the end she did not look back.

As I walked out of the tent, the cold night wind blew in my face, dispelling the slight drunkenness and seeping into my lungs with my breathing.

Sang Nian resisted the urge to cough, straightened his clothes, and hurried to the person waiting for him:

"Everything is arranged?"

The member of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance replied:

"It's arranged, follow me."

Sang Nian followed him quietly.

Soon, she walked into a larger tent, which was brightly lit.

A dozen people were sitting together, discussing something intensely.

Hearing Sang Nian's footsteps, they all turned around.

Almost all of them are familiar faces.

Sect Leader Xiao looked at her with eyes as gloomy as water, and Xiao Jing beside him also had a worried look on his face.

Sang Nian lowered his head and spoke in a low voice:

"Have you discussed it? What should I do?"

Father Xiao snorted coldly:

"Who knows if you will turn against us and help that devil?"

Sang Nian pretended not to hear:

"I'm short on time, hurry up."

The leader of the Wuji Sect stepped forward and said briefly:

"We will split into two groups. You stay with me. When the demon knows you are here, he will definitely come to fight and kill you."

Sang Nian: "What about the other way?"

"It's none of your business what happens on the other side."

Sang Nian asked again: "Why didn't the leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance come to take charge?"

"It's none of your business." He glared at Sang Nian, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Sang Nian shrugged and followed him out.

When she passed by Xiao Jing, she caught a glimpse of his clenched fists and the veins bulging on the back of his hands.

I still hate her.

she thinks.

The wind outside the tent blew even stronger.

There were thick clouds in the sky, reflecting the faint white light.

Sang Nian suddenly asked the people around him:

“Will it snow tomorrow?”

The man looked at the sky and shook his head:

"I don't think it will rain. We have to wait another two days at least."

Sang Nian felt a little regretful:

"Well, I really want to see snow once."

The trap is set, all that's missing is the bait and the prey.

The Wuji Sect leader said coldly:

"Array."

Sang Nian consciously walked out of the crowd and stood at the front.

The demons had already crossed the river boundary and built a towering wall three hundred miles from the shore.

She tried to open her eyes wide, trying to find Xie Chenzhou in the dark camp.

How can this be found?

Of course this cannot be found.

She laughed at her own naivety and looked away.

Demon camp.

On the city wall, the young man in black quietly looked at the crowd in the distance.

Through the void, he gently reached out his hand, wanting to touch the girl's face.

A wisp of night breeze passed through my fingertips, nothing else.

Xie Chenzhou withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, almost whispering:

“…Nian Nian.”