【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Sun Zheping never thought that when the scene of flowers and blood in his deep memory bloomed in front of his eyes once again, he could only stand far away among the crowd behind the flowers and look at the scene of the past. Behind him, flowers fluttered in the sky, chasing the edge of another heavy sword.

The flowers in his memory seemed to have remained in the previous life, just like that, with bright colors, bursting out again and again in front of his eyes, enveloping everyone in the boundless rain of flowers.

But those brilliant lights pierced into Sun Zheping's eyes, but hurt all the way into his heart.

After nearly four years of struggle and ups and downs, he finally came back.

He set foot on this once-familiar land, and according to Ye Xiu's prior arrangements, he stood at a distance where this faction of chaos would not be affected, and watched the people he was so familiar with all have new faces. , rushing to fight on the battlefield where so many people's dreams and youth are intertwined.

At this moment, a hoarse cry from the crowd reached his ears.

"Zhang Jiale, why are you leaving!!!"

The stalemate in front of the eyes seemed to stop in an instant because of this mournful cry.The incomparably gorgeous and numerous falling flowers just flew away without a trace.

Then, the small figure of the ammunition expert embedded in his heart raised his arms.

boom.There was a shot.

Sun Zheping blinked, casually closed the message box from Ye Xiu that was constantly flashing in the lower right corner, and managed to slip through the crowd.

He seemed to hear the sound of people rushing towards Zhang Jiale angrily on the opposite side, he seemed to hear the sound of something breaking, and it seemed he didn't hear anything.

Without any hesitation, he raised his epee and threw himself into the swarming crowd.The blood splashed by the sharp blade splashed all over the place, leaving only a corner of peace behind him who was still hesitating.

"What are you afraid of?"

He stood on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, pointing his sword sideways, without looking back at the person behind him.

But he clearly heard that the man's seemingly calm words concealed a trembling that he thought was extremely suppressed.

With his heart trembling together.

For some reason, at this moment, he didn't dare to look back.

Four years is enough to polish the once sharp memories to no longer have a trace of sharpness.But when a key was inserted into his atrium and opened the darkened corner, the pungent and choking air poured in, and those things that he had compressed to the limit and sealed inside suddenly swelled up and changed again. The cold light was overwhelming, and his flesh and blood were dripping with blood.

"Since you have already decided to bid farewell to the past, why should you leave a trace of weakness?"

He spoke in a low voice, as if speaking to the person behind him, or to himself.

But he cannot back down.None of them can.

Sleeping for another summer raised the epee and pointed it at the crowd in front of him again.

"Shoot and kill all the distracting thoughts in your heart!"

For those pasts that can never go back, it is better to make a thorough break at this moment.

The people behind came up and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.The sound of the bullet entering the chamber was the crisp sound he was all too familiar with.

He had waited four years for this scene.

But at this time, the surging blood in his chest seemed to erase all these four years, telling him that he had never left and was still the boy he used to be.

With the bursting flowers behind him, he raised his sword.

The real scene of flowers and blood has finally reappeared.

What will happen when Hua Xuejing's sharp and bloodthirsty teeth turn to the direction they used to be?

Destroyed.Only these four words are enough.

The row upon row of players rushing forward, like nothing but grass, was shrouded in the rain of fire from the sky and exploded with colorful lights. Immediately, under the flickering of thousands of blood lights, they fell to the ground one by one.

In the face of this turbulent rain of flowers and blood, there is only one person who is still struggling to support.

Yu Feng.

He tore into the flowers, and the life bar could no longer see a little red.The life bar was almost empty, and only the last number "1" supported him to continue standing in place.Sun Zheping thought that he would fall under Zhang Jiale's gun like this, but he didn't put down the heavy sword in his hand, instead, he rushed towards Qianhua charmingly with a more determined and decisive posture.

In this way, the bright red sword light pierced into the deepest part of the curtain made of flowers, and it was no surprise that it was instantly engulfed by the deep and shallow crimson gold in the eyes, and there was no trace of it.

However, with just one eyelash, the unrestrained splendor that seemed to be able to expand infinitely and engulf the entire universe was extinguished in an instant.

Qianhua fell charmingly to the ground, and the mad swordsman who tore through the sky was stunned in front of his eyes.

Sun Zheping blinked.

No matter how hard he put on a mask full of heartlessness and indifference, the Zhang Jiale in front of him was still the same person who was holding honeysuckle tea and giggling with him in the sunlight that fell into the small building.

It has always been, never changed.

"You bastard, you're still soft-hearted after all."

Qianhua, who was lying on the ground, gave a charming laugh, which fell into Sun Zheping's ears, causing him to frown involuntarily, but then also smiled softly.

He turned his perspective and turned to the young Berserker who was still in a daze: "Boy, the Blossoming Blood Scene seems to be parasitic on the ammunition expert's Hundred Blossoms style of play, but in fact, it is the one who really controls the rhythm of this style of play." , is a mad swordsman, if you want to reproduce the scene of flowers and blood, you have to work harder!"

After clicking on the flickering dialog box on the lower right, the message from Ye Xiu finally fell into his eyes.

Sun Zheping lowered his eyes and gave a wry smile.

The more things you carry on your back, the heavier your steps will become.

I understand this truth, and Zhang Jiale is naturally very transparent.

But Zhang Jiale is a person whose bones are too hard, but his heart is too soft.

Therefore, no matter how much he repeats "waving goodbye to the past", he will still choose to bear a lot of weight that he should not have to bear.

The ethereal flowers blooming in his hand bear the dripping blood scene that he didn't have to bear, and also bear too many vain and self-righteous fantasies called "sustenance" that many people have.

Sun Zheping put away the heavy sword.

If you can't bear to cut off the past with a single knife——

Then, let me help you.

At this time, Ye Xiu had already led his people to the battlefield, Lord Grim flicked his spear and pierced into the battle group.Zhang Jiale reacted extremely quickly, dodged the sudden attack, laughed and said, "Do you want to break our flower and blood scene again?"

The words contained Sun Zheping's favorite youthful spirit, but at this moment they fell into his ears again, only in exchange for a firm pain in his heart.

Sleep for another summer and exit Lord Grim's attack range.On that open space soaked in countless blood, only Qianhua's charming and lonely figure remained.

Qianhua turned her head charmingly, and seemed to glance in his direction.

Sun Zheping sighed softly, and then he clenched the huge sword in his hand.

boom!

The various light effects of skills shot from the surrounding crowd to the center, and Qianhua's charming figure also disappeared in the light effects of explosions, burning, freezing and imprisonment.

Sleeping for another summer was divided by the battle situation to the other end far away from the center of the battle group. Looking at the little figure from a distance, he was a little embarrassed to shuttle back and forth among the dense and overwhelming attacks, and even more dazzling flowers bloomed with his backhand.

In a daze, Sun Zheping felt as if he had returned to the western desert.

It was also such a scuffle, with blood raining all over the ground, flowers all over the sky, myself at one end of the battle group, and him at the other end of the battle group.

He saw Qianhua Charming raised his gun at him.

boom.

Just like Dazzling Hundred Blossoms' last blow in the western desert, it was a bullet without any special effects, it shot into Zai Yixia's body, and a flower of blood bloomed on Sun Zheping's heart .

He heard his farewell over the bullet.

Blooming blood scene.

Goodbye.

The scramble between the major guilds around Sha Han, the shadow strategist, came to an end with Sha Han's fall to the ground, but outside the game, the fighting between teams has not stopped.

After Qingming passed, the glory schedule was still slowly advancing on track, and the challenger offline competition, which was held side by side with the professional league competition, also became more and more heated as the temperature slowly rose.With the two teams of Happy, led by Ye Xiu, and Excellent Era, who fell into the challenge for some reason, the challenge, which was not so eye-catching at first, has become a hot topic that all major e-sports magazines and media are vying for attention. The goal.

And Zhang Jiale finally got the news that he had been looking forward to for more than a thousand days and nights.

Sun Zheping is back.

Really come back.

After nearly four years, after the rendezvous in that near-dream team battle, he finally came into contact with the news about him again.

"It only took one minute and 17 seconds to defeat the mysterious knight player Fang Daxu", "The former number one mad sword in the league, reappeared in the challenge arena today", "A detailed count of the years when the blood scene was prosperous"...

Zhang Jiale scrolled the mouse wheel, and everywhere he looked, there were densely packed news about this ancient god Sui Xingxin's reappearance in the Challenger League.But the large section in front of him once made him jump out of his chair with tears in his eyes, rush to the street, and even buy a ticket to fly to City B to search for the news, now it falls in his heart. In his eyes, it was like thorns, piercing from the barely scabbed scar on his heart into the atrium one after another, and flowing through the whole body with the blood.

He returned to the arena, striding forward in the direction of glory, but he would never look at himself who was chasing behind him.

However, for his partners behind him, for his team, and even more for himself.

Don't look back.

Zhang Jiale clenched his fists.

He is going to win.