Hello, Yan Chaobai

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There was blood all over his face, and he couldn't wipe it clean.

Chizhan's hand holding the gauze trembled slightly, his fingers bent with difficulty, and carefully wiped away the blood that had solidified on the pale skin.

Why do you always have to pay for your own incompetence.Cang Yun, who has not yet reached the age of [-], is already able to block everyone with a horizontal sword, and hold up a shield to block the madness of one side alone.

"That is inevitable." The post-war Tiance Mansion was deathly silent. This kind of silence was not the silence of everything, but the absence of human voices.

Cang Yun was dressed in white and stood by the window.

This was the first time Chizhan saw Cang Yun wearing white clothes, the heavy armor wrapped him too tightly, concealing the young man's thin figure and not-so-broad shoulders.

"Because, if I can't, he will die."

"As Cang Yun, I must be at the forefront."

"No matter when and where, I will be his sharpest spear and strongest shield."

"This is, Xuanjia Cangyun."

In the bloody battle against Tiance, Cang Yun was seriously injured and fell into a coma for a day and a night.

Chizhan stood by his bed, wiping the dried blood off his face bit by bit.

This is undoubtedly a heroic skin, but something is missing.

Three days later, Cang Yun left.

"I still don't understand what you said." Under the majestic city gate, a healthy horse neighed, and the glow was like blood.

"You don't need to understand." Cang Yun said, "You are already fine."

"Good enough to let you stay?"

Cang Yun said nothing.

"In your heart, is he the only one who can stand by your side?"

"You are no worse than him." Cang Yun said.

"Don't go." Chizhan suddenly called out.The child who was a head shorter than him was not inferior to him in imposing manner, and a clear sunset was reflected in his clean eyes, which burned miserably, "You are not protecting him, not him."

"What you protect is just a memory, a memory that is too good. In this world, no one can compare with memories."

"So, I'll never be as good as him."

Cang Yun held the rein tightly in his hand.

He remembered that his memory was very bad. What he remembered was just a picture, a communication, or an image in the past reflected by a piece of debris that fell into his hand. The flying flakes of memory were in a corner Weaving and reorganizing, splicing out a perfect palace.

"That's right." Cang Yun said.

Chizhan grinned: "One day, I can only appear in your memory. At that time, will you regret it?"

"Or is there only one person in your memory?"

Cang Yun lowered his eyes and glanced at the wound on his chest. Through the thin white clothes, he could vaguely see the terrifying outline, like a crawling nightmare.

"I can't bear myself anymore," he said.

The whip is raised, and the horse's hooves fall.

Everyone knows that a man cannot cry, and both Cang Yun and Chi Zhan were taught this way when they were very young.

It is pointless to cry for other people.

Life and death, parting, are all ordinary laws of heaven and earth.

Tears dripping on this never-ending land, will be trampled by tens of thousands of people in a blink of an eye, and will be covered with layers of warm blood.

Chizhan didn't let that useless liquid overflow his eyes.

"Those who make you cry and don't look back, don't let them go!" - Yan Wangqing