Five years have passed, and Shangguan Yuchen seems to have seen those clear and moving eyes again, affecting the heart hidden in the bottom of his heart and not daring to touch. He couldn't help but want to find the owner of those eyes.

He will never forget that scene, it was the pain of his life.

In front of that unfathomable cliff.

A young man dressed in black clothes stood with his hands in his hands, his long hair under the purple and gold crown crossed his shoulders, his expression was calm and abnormal, watching him approach step by step, his eyes did not even appear a little wave.

"Why did you bring this king here?" Shangguan Yuchen sneered and spoke.

"I just want to tell King Chen a word." The black-shirted young man raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Since you have joined the command of the War King, then no matter what, you will always be loyal to the War King in this life." ”

This sentence directly hit the sore spot in Shangguan Yuchen's heart, and his anger surged, he was angry and unwilling, and his voice was as cold as frost: "The wolf's ambition can be punished!" ”

Although he said ruthlessly, when he really shot at the black-shirted boy, he retracted his fierce palm.

I didn't want the person in front of him to be waiting for him to make a move, but in a slight trance, the black-shirted young man suddenly retreated from the Qianzhang cliff at the fastest speed unexpectedly, so that he didn't have time to stop it at all.

A low voice echoed in my ears: "Until death ......"

"No......" Shangguan Yuchen's body shook violently, and a strong panic and fear swept through his body in an instant, almost instinctively rushing towards the edge of the cliff, and the guards behind him quickly followed and grabbed him.

Looking at the figure that quickly disappeared into the mountain fog, he was stunned, and he didn't even know how to react.

The fog is layered, bottomless, and in a blink of an eye, the black shirt is no longer visible, but the feet seem to have taken root and can no longer be moved.

The mountain breeze brought a faint coolness, and the sun was still so bright, but he seemed to feel that everything was gray under the sun.

I don't know how long I stood in front of the cliff, but the sunlight gradually dimmed until it faded.

I don't know how long it took, the bright stars covered the sky, and the faint light of the bright moon sprinkled around the white shirt floating in the wind, lingering in a layer of cold.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Shangguan Yuchen couldn't even see the fog between the cliffs clearly.

Suddenly, he smiled, and his smile was bitter: "Feng Ning, you just want to use this method to fulfill your loyalty and eliminate my thoughts?" Have you ever thought about how much my heart hurts? Have you ever thought about it? Have you ever thought about it? ”

Men don't flick when they have tears, let alone a generation of war gods. But the tears did not fall, just because they did not reach the sad place.

When the wet lubrication passed over his cheeks, he himself was stunned.

The peerless internal force raised bursts of dust, and the heavy pain in the ink eyes turned into a strong hatred in an instant, and the voice was cold and terrifying: "There is no shadow of public etiquette, how can you be virtuous?" How can he be deserved? This king requires you to bring reproach upon your deeds. ”

Despair, deep in the bone marrow, still after years.

Shangguan Yuchen's heart suddenly throbbed, his gloomy eyes were covered with a layer of pain, and he didn't want to think about it anymore, so he walked slowly to the door.

In the middle of summer, the sun shines brightly.

A delicate and agile face seemed to appear in front of him, and when he looked back, he smiled clearly, pulling his heart in that direction.

Feng Ning, more than five years have passed, where have you been? Why is there no news? Did you know that I'm always looking forward to your return? The war of the year has long ended, is there no room for maneuver between you and me?