No one knew what Chen Senran was thinking.

In other words, a small number of people know what Chen Senran is thinking.

Abdicate the throne.

Let go of power.

Close your eyes and don't look at the entire Valoran continent at your fingertips.

There was only one thing he had to do.

Meditation.

Nourishment.

Injured.

In the battle of the War College that day, he first fought Lalivash alone, and then defeated the five gods with a sword.

It's already exhausted.

Even if there was a steady stream of Yuan Darkness and Void Energy replenishment, it would not be able to recover to its peak in a short period of time.

Otherwise, he would have killed Trist that night.

How could it be that he was gone?

He really didn't have the strength anymore.

He wants revenge.

Many of his friends died.

He's going to kill Trist.

He knew very well what was going on in the outside world right now.

Void Invasion.

Mourning is everywhere.

But he couldn't do that much.

All he had to do was kill Triste, and as for saving the world, it was just a matter of getting his hands dirty.

He also knows very well that Trist must be improving himself like crazy now.

It's like a prophecy.

They.

Chen Senran, Trist.

These two little people who were not worth mentioning back then.

Now, he has really become the man who dominates this era.

Together.

Now, it's about figuring out who will survive to the end.

After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

A friend is never allowed to be insulted twice.

Chen Senran was walking forward.

He walked very slowly.

It's very rhythmic.

He was adjusting his breathing.

State.

Mentality.

He's not making himself stronger all the time.

Actually, from the beginning to the present.

Chen Senran really didn't spend too much time to become stronger, he just had a body stronger than most ordinary people because of his career.

Plus a series of coincidences. contributed to his current strength.

Really trained, probably less than he had to tease Anne.

And now, he is real, constantly reminiscing about everything that Master Yi taught him back then.

控zhì. Creation zào, and fusion.

That's pretty much the origin of the world.

In the past, Chen Senran seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

Now, he possessed a powerful energy that was almost from the source, and he was rapidly comprehending this qiē.

In his mind, in the world made of spiritual power, the waterfall of the year was constantly replayed.

The flowing water of the waterfall.

Turbulent, slow, balanced. Sputtering.

Day, night.

Kendo.

Be at your heart.

He walked more and more, as if one step, it was a sword, a sword, and it was a matchless avenue.

At the last step, he came to Anne.

Anne was still asleep.

Didn't wake up.

Actually, I didn't wake up. It's also a good thing.

In such troubled times, in such troubled times. A lot of good friends die when they happen.

If she woke up, she would cry a lot.

Even if she is now grown up and mature.

But so many people who care about her and love her die, she will still be sad and sad.

Especially, Soraka.

The resolute middle-aged woman.

Although, Chen Senran did not witness her death with his own eyes.

But just the aura he heard from other people's mouths was enough for him to miss her deeply for the rest of his life.

When he arrived at Annie's side, the momentum of Chen Senran's whole body slowly subsided.

It's like the majestic sword path just now. It's not like it emanates from his heart.

It seems that he has engraved those truths into his whole life.

Kendo is from the heart.

Perhaps, that's what it means.

Chen Senran stroked Anne's little face, as if he understood a little.

And it seems, I don't understand anything.

It was a long time before he came back to his senses, and remembered that there were still two people standing next to him.

It's Anne's parents.

Hasta and Amoline.

That night, they were restrained by Soraka and placed in a safe place.

She knew deep down how painful Anne would be if they died.

So from this point on, Chen Senran admired that woman more and more, as if she had pierced a qiē.

But for Hasta and Amoline, it was eternal regret and pain.

They are the ones who should have laid down their lives for Anne.

But......

"Don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault." Chen Senran knew what they were thinking.

Actually, it's really not their fault.

It's Chen Senran's own fault.

He's still too weak.

"You...... Going? Hasta was a little speechless, but of course he knew that Chen Senran had to go.

Go kill Trist.

"Yes." Chen Senran just nodded.

Hasta stopped talking.

Because it's something that has to be done.

"How sure are you?" After a pause, Hasta couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know."

I really don't know.

Because Trist was no longer digesting the energy he had absorbed from Lalivash.

It can be said that he is getting stronger every second.

And Chen Senran, although he is also integrating the power knowledge of a qiē.

But in the end, it's one step short.

One last step.

"If possible, come back alive, no, if you die, then we will ...... too" Hasta said and shook his head and began to walk out, "Sure enough, people are old, it's ......"

And Amoline, who had never spoken, looked at Chen Sen deeply, then looked at her daughter again, and whispered: "Anne met you, and I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky. ”

After saying this, she also began to walk out.

Obviously, it is to give Chen Senran and Anne a separate space.

"I'll come back alive." When Amorien was about to leave, Chen Senran turned his back to her and suddenly said.

"She's waiting for me."

This sentence.

He said it very lightly.

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"They're all waiting for me."

War College.

Inside the Dead City.

In the thousands of wind, sand and rubble, there is only one person.

No, it's two people, still alive.

Trist, and the love of his life, Evelyn.

The female killer who used to wander in the dark.

And at the moment, she's just a woman.

A woman in love.

So she looked at Trist's eyes with a little heartache in her daze.

Trist, on the other hand, didn't look at her at all.

He's looking at the world.

The whole world.

He was still saying, "Soon, the world will be ours, Evelyn, my dearest Evelyn, are you happy?" ”

"I ......," Evelyn was tempted to say, but she wasn't happy at all.

If you can.

She is still willing to live the life she had at the beginning.

Together in the shadows.

Kill, dance, dance.

It's about standing on top of the world, as it is now.

Don't worry about anything.

Evelyn doesn't like light.

I don't like it very much.

But.

"I know you're happy, I'm going to do something that makes you happier, and tomorrow, we'll go ......" Trist turned to look at Evelyn.

"Shadow Isle."

Evelyn shuddered.

I don't know if I'm happy or sad. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.