After awakening the memory of the world

T walked towards the general recorder, the long blades of the double gates were overlapping quietly at the moment, and black red blood slowly dripped down from the port.

The rain fell, and when the thunder roared, the faint light slowly disappeared to one side, and soon disappeared. T did not put on his raincoat, and just walked in the heavily guarded general record. His goal today was very clear. , regardless of success or failure, he can get an ending.

This couldn't be better, T clenched the weapon in his hand.

At the same time, the broken gate continued to be repaired, and Bai Luojing, who was crushed under the rubble, heaved a sigh of relief holding the unconscious girl. He was seriously injured, and his chest was torn apart forcefully. The warm blood continuously soaked his clothes, and Bai Luojing no longer felt any sensation in his waist.

The price of feigning death is very high, he has worries about his future, so he can't let go and delay T, but luckily he saved the girl's life, Bai Luojing thought.

He held the rescue button with his bloody palm, and the blood loss made Bai Luojing feel the cold that he hadn't seen for a long time. At this moment, everything in the past was like a revolving lantern, constantly reappearing in his mind.

The world returned to darkness.

The sound of sonic booms continued from far to near. Ji Qingyan held the spear in his hand, and the broken books gradually dissipated into the air. He covered his waist and abdomen with one hand, and the movement of avoiding just now caused his wound to burst open again. , warm blood was pouring out from between Ji Qingyan's fingers.

It was as if those warm and happy memories would pass away along with this trauma. The breeze poured in from nowhere, and the dust on the ground was rolled up. Ji Qingyan wiped off the cold frost on his arms, he was a little embarrassed curled up.

Zhan Fengzhuo bent down to pick up Ji Qingyan's broken bracelet, a layer of light blue energy traces floated on the overloaded lines, he showed a smile of achieving his goal, and put away the broken bracelet : "I want to see you, not only because of the orders sent by the star envoy, but also because of your supernatural power."

"When did you notice us?" Zhan Fengzhuo's voice was low, his eyes were shining strangely, as if he had found something interesting.

Ji Qingyan didn't answer, he tightened his palms indifferently, tore off Xingneng from the bibliography and scribbled on the wound that was still bleeding, he sneered provocatively: "You shouldn't have attacked Xingheng."

"This planet will soon be melted in the flames of disputes, Ji Qingyan, have you forgotten what you want?" Zhan Fengzhuo said persuasively.

"What each of us can get is limited," Zhan Fengzhuo whispered, the cold frost gradually spread towards the sides, his voice seemed so empty at this moment, as if it was full of some magical power, speaking speak heavy words.

"All research institutes can't satisfy your sense of security, and... the road that can take you home." Zhan Fengzhuo pushed aside Ji Qingyan's attack, suppressing the damage caused by the star energy to the minimum limit.

The devil stretched out his hand towards Ji Qingyan, and his smile gradually widened. Zhan Fengzhuo knew that this condition had grabbed the opponent's weakness. From those shaking black pupils, Zhan Fengzhuo saw the deep pain hidden in his daily life despair.

Ji Qingyan tried to fiddle with those two pairs of unconscious feet, he clenched his molars, and for a moment, Ji Qingyan's eyes became firm, he restrained his fragility, and there was only anger in his black pupils firelight.

The pure white alien energy overlaps with the silver-blue wave light, and the brand new book is slowly unfolded towards both sides. Ji Qingyan holds the pure white steel gun in his hand, and the violent shock wave pushes Zhan Fengzhuo Facing the other wall, he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and stood staggeringly.

"Don't try to speculate on me," Ji Qingyan said in a hoarse voice, his eyes were gloomy and heavy, like a ghost walking out of some hell.

"I will find my way home by myself." Ji Qingyan raised the steel gun in his hand, at this moment, his heart was no longer shaken, and the star energy filled his body, giving him strength.

At this moment, a strange brilliance gradually emerged from the pure white pages fluttering beside Ji Qingyan.

The golden light erupted from the tip of his blade in an instant, and Ji Qingyan endured the pain from all over his body. The flames and frost burned his fragile body, affecting his rationality and decision-making ability.

But soon, this deadly pain became numb, Ji Qingyan looked at Zhan Fengzhuo expressionlessly, the other party did not show surprise or fear, but showed an unpredictable smile.

"As expected, you are the most special one." Zhan Fengzhuo did not dodge the sharp steel spear, frost and snow fell on the blade that pierced the flesh, he opened his arms, as if welcoming a belated hug.

Ji Qingyan clenched the steel gun in his hand tightly, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were condensed with a fine silence.

There was the roar of flames bursting in my ears, and the sharp steel spear did not really hurt Zhan Fengzhuo, because Ji Qingyan stopped the movement in his hand, and the spear in his hand broke due to the sudden turmoil. There was a little silence in the black eyes.

"Who are you?" Ji Qingyan said coldly, "Leave from him."

There was a hint of admiration on Zhan Fengzhuo's face, but it was quickly suppressed. He helplessly shrugged his shoulders: "Who am I, shouldn't you be the one who knows best?"

"My name is Zhan Fengzhuo." He said with a smile, the cunning in his eyes was revealed without any pretense.

"Brother, do you like the white camellia I gave you?" Zhan Fengzhuo said pretending to be intoxicated, and he took out a white camellia from nowhere.

Layers of white petals continued to split outward from his hand, and soon, only a dark green stalk remained on Zhan Fengzhuo's hand.

Like a conductor, he directs the music to which he belongs, and the layered and undulating star energy seems to be responding to Zhan Fengzhuo's call, gradually enveloping Ji Qingyan.

Ji Qingyan lost the support of the steel gun, and the pages of the book were smashed by the petals. He covered his chest and coughed, scarlet blood kept flowing out of his mouth. Ji Qingyan's throat hurt, as if being repeatedly As if being crushed, he wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

Ji Qingyan calmed down for a moment, he was trembling, but there was no fear in his eyes, Ji Qingyan got a strange calm in the scene of the hurricane passing through.

He is not afraid of death at this moment, Ji Qingyan thought.

So he was able to stand up again.

He can still fight.

"I sing praises to the past, only because he can bring me the glory of the past." Ji Qingyan heard his own voice say in a trance.

It is as if the ancient poetry is conveyed through the voice of the gods.

Bards sang epics and dreams in extremely cold places.

Amidst the cheers and the enthusiasm of the festival, Ji Qingyan gained a different kind of strength from before.