Hello, Yan Chaobai

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If it loses its sheath, the knife will be disadvantageous.Rusty spots, sinking halberds and yellow sand, only depends on the length of time.

Cang Yun is undoubtedly the broken knife.

But after all, he is still a knife, not an unfinished piece of iron.

Yan Beiyao rushed to Cang Yun's side in a few ups and downs, stretched out his hand to press the cold armor on his chest, and his fingertips suddenly became sticky.Snow and blood were mixed together, and it was hard to tell how serious the injury was.

"Do you want to die!" Yan Beiyao roared.

Cang Yun seemed to want to stand up, but this movement was not as easy as he thought.

"I can't die." He continued to sit upright, smiling calmly, "Although I have been secluded for several years, I am still more than enough to deal with such scum."

"You didn't accept the military order and fought against Langya without authorization. Going back to the commander this time will not spare you." Yan Beiyao gritted his teeth.

What he said was vicious, but his heart was full of sadness.

go back?Can I still go back?

They are part of a million heroes, and no matter how strong a person is, they can't turn things around on the battlefield.

Fiery fighting spirit, firm belief, and enthusiasm for going forward will be swallowed up by the crowd in a blink of an eye.

As if just yesterday, Yanbei Yaoshang was talking about Cang Yun, but the next time they met each other, the brother he said was alive and kicking quietly walked towards Huangquan in front of him.

Yan Beiyao clenched his fists.

"I have been on the verge of extinction many times." He suddenly said, "At that time, I didn't think much about it, only one thing."

"I promised someone that if something happens to her, I will keep the sake safe."

"So, I can't die."

At this time Cang Yunfang looked up at him.Eyes met, Yan Beiyao couldn't speak anymore when the words came to his lips.

Have you ever seen the appearance of blood after it dries up completely, congealed, dried up, cracked, black dead stillness grows in the cracks, pure, sickly, gradually extinguishing all the colors of life.

So in such eyes, there is no light at all, and even the glare of snow turns into a thin layer of black shadow when reflected in the eyes.

"I have owned all the things you mentioned before." Cang Yun said, "I am the sharpest knife and the strongest shield. Even if I can't win, or I have to die, I can guarantee that— —he paid only the lightest price."

"Send me the soul of a sword, and defend the peace of the country for a hundred dynasties; give me all my flesh and blood, and bless him with eternal well-being."

"I've never been smart, and the reason I stick to is nothing more than that simple." Cang Yun reached out to grab the handle of the knife, "I just hope that you don't follow in my footsteps."

He borrowed the knife to stand up, the blood finally dried up, crawling on the golden breastplate like a nightmare, twisting the coils like the countdown to the harvest planted by the god of death.

"An Lushan should be here soon, you go back and report to the commander."

Just as Yan Beiyao was about to speak, Cang Yun smiled lightly, turned the blade in his hand slightly, facing Yan Beiyao's throat faintly, flashing a cold light with every jump.

"...I'll go." Yan Beiyao said bitterly, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"I promise you, before you come back, I won't die." Cang Yun smiled slyly, which added a bit of anger to him, and he could still discern a little shadow of the past with his efforts.

"If I die, tell me, will he be very happy?" Yan Beiyao just turned around and was about to leave when he heard this sentence again, and his feet staggered suddenly.

"Hahahahaha..." Cang Yun laughed loudly, said nothing, and walked away on the snow with his knife in hand.

A dark light that flashed across his eyes was hidden like this, and disappeared into the endless darkness.