Hello, Yan Chaobai

Yan Chaobai walked the path Cang Yun once walked, the only difference was the camp.

With the miserable moon hanging low and the dry wind howling ghosts, people quietly carried the wounded and cleaned the blood-soaked battlefield.

Yan Chaobai tensed the back of his hand tightly. The wound on his left hand was grazed by a cold arrow during offense and defense, and unfortunately it was torn again. At this time, a little bit of blood was oozing.

Yan Chaobai slowly wrapped the bandages upwards. As Cang Yun, who had experienced many battles, he adapted well and didn't need extra help.

However, he prefers the niche battlefield to the grand offense and defense.

It was a game between the elites of the two camps, the number of people had to be equal, and the map changed every day.

Yan Chaobai appreciates this kind of battle, which can make him feel more deeply the difference in the enemies he faces.

"Ah!" The fleeing opponent staggered, and he lowered his head in astonishment, only to see a cold glow piercing his chest, and thick blood dripping from the tip of the glow.

This knife almost pierced his heart and nailed him to the ground!

Yan Chaobai walked slowly behind him, grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand, and pulled it out suddenly.

He didn't take a second look at the fallen enemy, the young man held the knife with his right hand, hooked lightly with his left hand, the shield that was still wrapped around the corpse flew back, the young man stepped a little, and the man flew away lightly.

As a young man, he will undoubtedly grow into a sharp spear, but what Yan Chaobai lacks compared to Cang Yun must be a strong shield.

Seventeen Candles stretched his waist and walked out of the Famous Swords Conference, his forehead was bruised, which was ridiculous: "Ah, there are really strong people like clouds."

"It's you who are too bad." Qu Xiyin's voice was still soft, but his words were merciless.

Seventeen Candles scratched his back with the flute without any scruples, and said in disbelief, "Why didn't you say that when Shao Xing was turned into a statue by Tibetan Sword?"

Qu Xiyin replied very calmly: "Because I'm busy nursing him."

"...Treat them differently, hello!"

"That guy," Qu Xiyin looked at a little Cangyun loli who was jumping past her, and said in a cold voice, not without melancholy, "That guy's heart is gone, what else can I want from him."

She paused, then asked suddenly: "Did you receive news about him a few days ago?"

Seventeen Candles nodded and shook his head: "It's gone again."

"Dead in battle?"

"Who knows." Seventeen candles said, "There has been no fighting at Yanmen Pass recently."

"Oh, that kid, I'm afraid he won't be able to see the person he wants to see for the rest of his life." Qu Xiyin said lightly.

Seventeen Candles didn't know who she was talking about, or both.