I'm really a life player

Chapter 63 The Death of the Swan and Justice That Will Never Be Beaten (55)

As if aware of Su Yang's silence, Yan Anran lifted up her baggy pants like no one else, and changed the subject:
"Don't feel any pressure. What should come will always come. From the day you were selected, countless malicious eyes will be cast on you throughout the ages.

In fact, I don't have to come, because I know that countless people will actively push you to that position, and even if you don't want to at first, you will figure it out later. "

An indescribable deep voice suddenly sounded, King Crescent Moon's vicious-looking head was lifted up, and the air in the Crescent Moon Realm seemed to become humid all of a sudden.

The sky above the Crescent Moon Realm was suddenly torn open. A man walked out holding a wooden box the size of a cardboard box. Every time he took a step forward, a piece of water suspended in mid-air would appear under his feet. Blue square bricks.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall in the sky, and the falling sunset dyed the sky red. The rays of the sun intertwined with the rain, and countless water streams lingered along the water-colored stairs that the man was descending like ribbons.

Spiritual beasts like flying fish rolled along the water belt, splashing and jumping, the autumn water was as long as the sky and the sky was the same.

"Let's go, it's time for us to welcome the return home." Yan Anran's voice was slightly melancholy, "Maybe another friend has left us."

"Is anyone dead?"

"I prefer to call it... Hedao."

Su Yang is silent, isn't that dead?

"I originally thought that a person like you who only focused on his own world would not come out to watch the fun, but now it seems that you probably still feel a little bit sad about the departure of the companion you didn't meet.

Very good, maybe I need to re-evaluate you, the person who is greedy for my senior sister's body. "

Someone sighed from behind, Su Yang turned her head, looked at Lan Keke beside him, her clothes were wet by the drizzle, she straightened her body indifferently, the thin clothes outlined a proud figure.

"Why are you here?" Su Yang asked.

"Come to see a senior for a ride."

"You know him?"

"Need to know?"

"Don't you need it?"

"Maybe, I just think that one day, we will leave quietly in a corner of the city like that senior, but I really hope that after death, someone can send me off in this way."

Lan Keke rubbed her head. She was always a little silly in the past, and now she took off that layer of veil as if playing. Looking at the figure walking slowly, she asked abruptly:
"Hey, can you dance?"

Su Yang shook his head.

Lan Keke nodded thoughtfully: "Alright, maybe this is not bad."

The girl's winking eyes are curved, and under the lake reflecting the setting sun, she looks like a white swan shaking its wings sadly, standing on its toes and spreading its wings.

Yan Anran squinted her eyes, took out a harmonica from her pocket, and played it softly.

The white swan was wandering on the lake, and the melody came from the harmonica. The soft and dancing white swan was seriously injured and seemed to stop breathing at any time.

But she still stood on tiptoe, trying to fly away from the lake again and again.

In circling again and again, she miraculously spread her wings and flew up. The moment she jumped in the air, the fire of the setting sun seemed to ignite her life.

She flew up, but she also fell to the ground exhausted, and the arms raised with all her strength pointed to the sky like wings.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, at the end of the solo dance of Lan Keke's "Death of the Swan", the song played by Yan Anran on the harmonica also gradually calmed down, leaving a little melancholy lingering sound, while the red-eyed girl holding the urn The young man just walked in the direction of Blue Coco's wings.

It was like saying goodbye to him.

"The General Administration of Demon Control, Xiang Mingzhe, a third-level combat employee of the Special Combat Division, was on the front line to suppress the monster Fei Lian, at the age of 51

Respect his last wish during his lifetime, live in prosperity, and return his soul to his hometown. "

Su Yang looked around in astonishment, and saw the young man gritted his teeth and handed the urn covered by the red flag to an old man with glasses and gray hair.

"I'm sorry..." The young man's voice trembled.

The senior white that Su Yang met in the library and a memory pushed the frame of the mirror, stood in front of the young man, lowered his head and looked at the urn quietly.

After a long time, he said, "Did he achieve what he wanted to do?"

"There were no civilian casualties in the third street that Fei Lian attacked."

"That's good, that's good..." Senior White took the urn, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, life and death are fate."

Immediately, he turned around and left slowly with the urn in his arms. The white-haired and childlike body bent a little, and the seniors standing in two rows watched him quietly as he walked towards the teaching area.

Suddenly, Senior White seemed to stagger under his feet, and the urn in his arms tilted slightly.

Su Yang, who was standing beside him, reacted faster than his brain, and immediately took a step forward to support him.

Senior White adjusted his crooked glasses, whispered thank you, then pulled the flag on the urn, stood up and walked away.

"Senior Xiang Mingzhe... I heard from my senior sister that this person was also a famous man in school." Lan Keke put her hands behind her back and pointed her toes on the ground.

"I've heard of him too." Seeing Senior White's figure being submerged by the sun, Su Yang recalled the boy's sonorous and forceful answer in that memory, and said softly, "He said that he would become a partner of justice."

The two looked at Su Yang in surprise, as if they were curious about why Su Yang knew.

Su Yang reacted, and smiled awkwardly: "Don't you think it would be more beautiful to describe it as a partner of justice?"

Lan Keke let out a "Qi" and didn't answer.

Su Yang looked at the two prompts that popped up on the personal panel, and remained silent for a long time——

"Ding, get the item 'A Memory: A Partner of Justice'"

"Introduction: It records the memory of a young man who never compromised with the evil. After using it, he can enter the memory corridor"

"Ding, get the item 'A piece of memory: a battlefield where no one died'"

"Introduction: It records the afterglow of a young man's self-sacrifice. After using it, he can enter the memory corridor"

Su Yang looked at the white predecessor who was completely invisible, and suddenly there was a sound in "A Memory: Youth Tour", he said to Xiang Mingzhe:
"Little Zhe, people's hearts are the same. Maybe the maliciousness of a rumor can't hurt people, but the maliciousness that is constantly superimposed will be like this rune. The more overlapping, the more piercing."

But now it seems that Xiang Mingzhe has practiced his choice with his own words and actions.

"Justice that will never be defeated by demons and monsters...?"

The setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, Su Yang suddenly felt a little sad.

There are thousands of monks in Crescent Moon Realm, practitioners with extraordinary power, upholding inhuman strength and human heart, fighting for the future of mankind.

It sounds like such a tragic dog blood, they are obviously different, and they clearly have extraordinary power, maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, they may be regarded as aliens.

(End of this chapter)