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Y star.

Blake is still blindfolded. He groped his way forward and took two steps, then suddenly hit something headlong and fell to the ground in an instant.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighing softly.

Someone came up and crouched down next to him, "Where are you going?" I'll take you. ”

“…… Just show me a place to sit. Blake raised his hand and fumbled for a moment, trying to find his hand.

He leaned over and gave Blake his shoulder. Blake put his hand on his shoulder and let him stand up.

Sit down.

"I'm like this now, it's funny." Blake laughed to himself.

"How can it be funny?" He shook his head in disgust and raised his hand to rub his forehead. "Seal your eyes, does it hurt?"

"Ang...... You don't hurt, it doesn't matter if I hurt myself......" "I hurt too." ”“…… Where? "It's distressing."

Blake was stunned, "Distressed? ”

"Yes......" he looked at him uneasily.

"Cassius ......," Blake laughed.

"The eye seal is over, you can take off the blindfold." Pony floated over.

Cassius glanced at Pony, got up and walked over to Blake to help him untie it.

Blake slowly opened his eyes, dark blue as deep as Grace's clear night sky.

"There is no impact on the dust counterattack?" He looked at Pony.

Pony just shook his head and handed him a rolled-up piece of paper.

Blake unfolded it, and the familiar text of the Rift Sky Galaxy came into view. But his eyes were wet.

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Silly Boy Black:

The closure is over.

I'm sealed.

You're satisfied, you're satisfied.

You'll never hear your most hated and hated self-laughter anymore.

So I'm going to write them down:

Hahaha

You can choose to continue to hate it.

I don't think I've seen you laugh much.

When will you laugh so arrogantly?

Oh, pay attention to the image, don't be as funny as me.

Don't feel sorry for me. If you can...... Listen to me, Blake.

Live well.

For Zaichen, death is not terrible at all.

After all, dust is not supposed to come to this world.

Like you said, you have a good group of comrades.

So the presence of dust is superfluous.

Also, tell me about it.

I...... I kind of like the name Zaichen......

And also......

I think...... Finally, finally...... Call the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast again......

"Mom."

Demon King or something, help Blake one last time in the dust.

Hope cherished.

I met you when you were 23 years old. You're so young, you're a child.

There's still a lot of room for improvement, but that's okay, there's still plenty of time to experience.

As for your War-Alliance. Rey is a good captain and doesn't make sycophants. It's more even in all aspects, and I take care of you better. Gaia's goods are fried and fried, but the heart is good. Cassius knows you well—not as well as I do. Mirith is quite sunny, which I will never be able to hope for. Muse...... She's pretty good.

That's nice. I haven't seen such a good friend in thousands of years.

I'm so happy to know you!

I don't know what it means to be happy.

You're the cutest first personality I've ever met. Maybe it's because you're still a kid. A child's gaze is always pure. I see in your eyes the beauty of the whole world, and the light dissipates all gloom......

I am always with you.

Cassius is a much younger kid than you. Take care of him and don't let his mind be clouded.

I'm sorry for the trouble you've been causing these days. There will be no next time.

If you run into any trouble in the future, you are always welcome to wake me up again.

But if you wake me up and seal me with eye sealing. You know what the consequences will be.

We'll see you in three hundred years, okay.

Whether you agree or not, this is my agreement with you, remember it.

I can't continue to walk with you in the next few days, you have to be strong and live well.

May you look back without regrets and raise your head without fear.

That's right.

Tell you.

Three hundred years later, Lao Tzu is still a good man.

A demonic messenger from hell

in the dust

Unique

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"You're not a demon, you're an angel......" Blake pursed his lips and held the piece of paper tightly in his palm.

"You can still wake him up in three hundred years." Cassius comforted, patting Blake on the shoulder.

"Three hundred years ......" Blake slowly closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

For elves, a thousand years is a snap of a finger.

Three hundred years, three hundred years......

In the dust, may you open your eyes again in three hundred years, and see a peaceful, beautiful place.