There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

In this fight, the two of them almost fought from the air to the universe. If there hadn't been that sea of ​​blood blocking them, perhaps a hole would have been created on the planet. However, there were no spectators for this earth-shattering battle.

"It's so beautiful, Brother Yun."

"You know I can't see." Beiyuan Kong shook his head and said with a smile: "You call me Brother Yun too?"

"Then what should I call you, Brother Kong? I'm 23 years old, only two years older than Xiaoxin, and I just graduated from college."

Bai Ling lowered her head and glanced at her sister who was sleeping peacefully on the ground. "But I feel like I have lived for a very long time... Only when I see her and my parents will I remember that I am still young."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kitahara Sora felt his chest lighten, and the mountain pressing on him disappeared. Although the Thor's hammer had dissipated, he did not intend to get up, but continued to lie on Yukino's knees.

Beiyuan Kong was silent for a while, then said softly: "Come to think of it, this is the first time we have officially met."

"That's it."

After getting a response, Beiyuan Kong stretched out his hand, and Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then reached out her hand.

The exploring hand climbed up her arm to her shoulder, reached her slender neck, and finally explored her pretty and charming face.

A gentle face, delicate skin... soft lips, a small nose, bright eyes, long eyelashes... and the three vertical lines between the eyebrows that are extremely hot, as enchanting and mysterious as the mark of a fire lotus.

However, the scorching temperature dropped rapidly, and finally reached the freezing point. Bei Yuankong's fingertips could clearly feel the Dao pattern mark breaking and dissipating.

Although she won the fight, her faith in Taoism was also broken.

"You look exactly like her, just like twins." Kitahara Sora said in a flat tone.

Bai Ling was stunned again, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She gently slapped Bei Yuankong's hand away and said unhappily, "Don't tease me, Brother Yun. You've only been blind for a short time, and you can't figure anything out."

"It's OK as long as my heart is not blind."

Beiyuankong put down his hand and asked in confusion: "Why are you in the mood to chat with me? Isn't your battle not over yet?"

"The Russians are besieging our countrymen. They seem to have seen that I don't want to fight for the time being, so they are very tolerant and give me some time."

"We just met, and you're saying goodbye to me?"

Bai Ling did not answer. Instead, after a brief pause, she asked something irrelevant: "Have you ever heard of this passage?"

"…Which passage?"

"When Edmond Dantes finally gave away all his wealth and took Haidee away, he left a message for Morrel and the others."

"Edmond Dantes..." Beiyuan Kong thought carefully, "Count Long Aotian?"

"He has had many identities, including Sailor Sinbad, Abbe Busoni, Lord Wilmore, Zaccone... The Count of Monte Cristo." Bai Ling's tone was a little smiling, "But I still like to call him Edmond, because that is his most sincere soul."

Edmond Dantès was like Bai Ling before he was chosen, but when he became the Count of Monte Cristo, the ordinary person Bai Ling also became the cultivator he is today. They all experienced a lot.

Just as Bai Ling said, she truly understood how the Count felt. After revenge, there was only endless emptiness.

She paused and continued, "Before he left, Edmund left a message. He said that there is no such thing as happiness or pain in the world. There is only a comparison between one situation and another, that's all."

"..."

Faced with this deliberate pause, Kitahara Sora was stunned for a moment, then continued: "...Only after experiencing misfortune can one experience the greatest happiness. Only after experiencing death can one experience the happiness of life..."

Bai Ling reached out and touched Xueno's cold face, then bent down to tuck a strand of hair behind her sister's ear.

"So, my dear children, enjoy the joy of life! Never forget that before God reveals the future, all human wisdom is contained in these four words..."

All human wisdom is contained in four words: hope and waiting.

This line is the most classic line throughout the entire text at the end of The Count of Monte Cristo. This line is also a farewell. Just like Bai Ling said, the voice after revenge is empty. Like the Count, her story is coming to an end.

"So you believe in God?" Kitahara Sora asked, changing the subject.

“I probably don’t have any faith.”

“I am also a nonbeliever.”

“So we have no hope.”

She took out a small Bluetooth headset from the ring, put one earphone into the ear hole, and put the other into Kitahara Sora's ear.

Kitahara Sora touched his earphones and asked in confusion: "Are you just here to say goodbye to me?"

"I just wanted to come and talk to you. I wanted to see what kind of person Brother Yun is, who always mentions caution whenever we talk about the mission world."

"But you didn't come to my last birthday."

Bai Ling stood up, drew out her broken Blood Sword, and slowly walked away.

"Definitely next time."

……

After a while, a voice that had been silent for a long time sounded in the headset again.

"team leader."

"You said."

"The Homelander is dying."

"I know." Kitahara Sora nodded. "When he came here, he was ready to die. So, what do you want to say in the end?"

There was no answer in the headset, and the next second, a deafening explosion sounded from far away, the world trembled, the earth split, and a deep wail like a huge bell echoed in the sky.

The guy fired, using up his sister's last bit of life force to fire a single shot that accurately hit the Titan Kronos.

Just like he said when he was expressing his true feelings that night, if he was going to die, it would be for his teammates. Feng Jian was a man of such a rock, how could he betray others? Even if he had to betray everyone, he would never betray them.

The moment he chose to merge with his sister, they were ready because only one side could win. If Night Crow won, Yuji would be wiped out as a member of Team Izumo. And if Team Izumo won, Ichihime would be a member of Team Night Crow again.

Therefore, no matter what the result is, the two people whose vitality is bound together will die, which also prevents the worst situation of fighting each other.

After the shot, the headset fell silent. Kitahara stared at the sky with lifeless eyes and murmured, "Say one more word, Kazami, one last word."

Finally, after a small electric sound, the unique cold voice became soft, "Captain, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Kitahara Sora seemed to be relieved, and his whole body relaxed. He kept muttering, "Goodbye... Yuuji, goodbye, goodbye..."

At this moment, inappropriate music sounded in the headset.

The earphones in Bai Ling's ears made a sound, which was a prelude that was extremely low. But the music was too depressing and dull, like a person enduring endless sorrow, kneeling in a world where one's hand is dark, venting and screaming crazily.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear a single sound.

Finally, a magnetic male voice sounded, and Kitahara Sora was stunned.

Like a down-and-out man sobbing and complaining, he turned into deathly silence after going crazy, and looked in the mirror with morbid calmness, telling his own story as if talking to himself.

So familiar, too familiar, just like Kitahara Sora himself who was extremely calm at this moment.

Xun'er's voice is so familiar...

He said... 'Everything is brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you made.'

'No need to hide, your shabby doll, your mask, your self...'

Beiyuan Kong's tears that had been wiped away by Bai Ling once again flowed down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and whimpered like a mute, as if he had so many stories to tell but couldn't utter a single word.

'They say, carry the light, tame every monster...they say, sew up your wounds, no one loves a clown.'

Kitahara Sora recalled the first time he faced the Hunter, the first time Hayato Hayama discarded the Joker's mask and walked towards the tank alone with his flesh and blood... He recalled the Iron-blooded Warrior who fought with him, and the first time the Queen killed him...

'Why is loneliness not glorious? Only when people are imperfect are they worthy of praise. Who says those covered in mud are not heroes?'

The archaeologist cried and begged like a coward, asking himself not to kill him. Then, with wounds and blood all over his body, he stepped onto the Iron Blood battleship with a flattering attitude and pressed the nuclear bomb detonation button.

Bai Xin admires herself because she likes the fact that she spent the first half of her life in the shadow. She admires herself for not kneeling down, and respects herself for facing despair but refusing to cry.

Facing the endless siege of the rest of the team, they were in tattered clothes and covered with wounds. But they dared to block the gun of fate and still shouted arrogantly, "Come here!"

It turns out that I am the same as them, even the gaps are the same.

At this time, Beiyuan Kong finally understood why Brother Zhuang said that he had never admired anyone except himself.

The singing became louder, the lowness and depression disappeared, and there was only the indomitable strength, and the courage to fight against the darkness without compromise.

Fighting, venting, going crazy.

"Are you going?"

'Is it suitable?'

'This ragged cloak.'

"War?"

"Fight!"

'With the humblest dream...'

'To the sobs and roars in the darkness, who says only those standing in the light are heroes?'

Beiyuankong trembled, propped up his body, and choked with sobs, gently echoing this new song that he had never heard before. Bai Ling rushed over with a broken knife, as if this was her battle song.

'They say that to get rid of your madness is like wiping off dirt... They say that to climb the stairs, the price is to bow your head...'

My father died. His once majestic body like a mountain was twisted into a horrible appearance. Not long after he became a rich second-generation, he was reduced to a poor dog again.

They called to collect the debts during the funeral. They came to collect the debts right after my father was buried. So I gave up my pride, knelt down in front of them, and kowtowed to them. I begged them to let me go temporarily...

After my father passed away, life slowly got back on track. It was hard and ordinary... It turned out that those who fought against the ordinary were also heroes.

The public channel was filled with the panting chorus of Bai Ling. She said, "I love you for walking alone in the dark alley, I love you for not kneeling, I love you for facing despair and refusing to cry."

But did he kneel? He did. Did he cry? He did. Did he compromise? No.

Fight? Fight!

Under the blood moon of Silent Hill, Bai Xin, who only had one leg left, pointed his sword at Samael, confronting the god with his ant body, but showing a mocking look. Now, Bai Ling was holding the broken sword, and his broken body was still standing straight.

Everyone's spots are unique, but sometimes the silence is particularly deafening.

These two sisters are both great and brave.

Kitahara Sora's vision was completely dark, but he saw it.

In the dim underground garage, I saw how Tobe Sho, who I had labeled as a moron, pushed away Hayama Hayato and Yumiko and was torn to pieces by the witch.

I saw outside the pyramid how the bodyguard pushed away Takashi Komuro and Takeo, pounced on the alien, smashed the Molotov cocktail, and turned into ashes together with the monster.

I saw how the junior high school student Tomoki Sakurai mustered up his courage and how he felt when he died together with the human-faced spider.

Kitahara Haruki, who had the same last name as himself and was labeled a scumbag, was skinned alive but did not reveal a single word.

The tough guy cried and shouted, dragging Dirang with snot and tears, buying himself a few crucial seconds. In the terrifying insect nest, Komuro Takashi told his helpless teammates not to revive him again, then ignited himself and jumped into the abyss.

In the Zerg battlefield, Hai Xiaozhi and Ping Shinji, two excellent mecha pilots, never showed any fear...

Beiyuan Kong saw it. He saw how the girl who loved him deeply voluntarily fell into the abyss... He saw how she killed the guardian, how she extinguished the holy light of Shattrath, and how she ascended the throne step by step.

That 'greedy' bastard, the crazy kid who pretended to please me in order to cheat for points, but sincerely thanked me in the end.

There was also the girl who secretly loved him, who called him "stupid senior" in a bland tone, who offered him a can of drink and helped him open the pull ring when he was thirsty, and the fairy in the painting with colorful stars in her eyes.

We are all brave.

There were several items shining in the ring, including a hidden arrow made from an ancient spear, an old dagger, a notebook with an outline, a sad crystal jasmine, and an exquisitely crafted mahogany guitar.

Apart from these four things, they left nothing behind.

The song in the headphones stopped, and her last words came back to my mind again, "Because, in my eyes, you will always shine brightly."

Kitahara Sora had his eyes closed, but he saw it.

I saw Bai Ling half-kneeling on the ground with a broken knife in her hand a thousand meters away, and I saw her shaking legs supporting her broken body and then she slowly stood up.

"What's the name of this song?"

"Give it a new name." Bai Ling knelt down again. Her figure was so lonely and yet so strong.

"Where is your Queen figure?"

"I am not some empress, I am just a magic cultivator."

Kitahara Sora fumbled and held the hearthstone that Yukino dropped in his hand, then stood up. At the same time, the girl's body turned into ashes and gradually dissipated.

When he stood up, it meant that he no longer needed to be a knee pillow.

Ares threw his halberd at him, but it was firmly grasped in his hand. With a slight force, the indestructible weapon was easily twisted into a dough twist.

"Brother Yun, are you awake?"