Hearing the girl's words, Yang Yong also had mixed feelings in his heart, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Yang Yong knew in his heart that the last thing he should talk about when parting was promise. Because for Yang Yong, commitment is not only the desire of his heart, but also the effort to be made later, and it is also the responsibility that must implement this belief. Yang Yong attaches great importance to this, which is why he can't speak.

The evening breeze blew, caressing the faces of the two, and the two sat quietly side by side, neither of them wanted to break the warmth or sadness, that's all.

After putting everything in order, Yang Yong took out a ring from under the pillow.

Just a few days ago, Murong Si suddenly hurriedly walked into his room, looked outside, and closed the door.

'What's the matter, Brother Murong' Yang Yong looked at Murong Si's strange behavior and asked curiously.

"Brother Yong, I know you will be leaving in a few days, so I will give you something before leaving", as he spoke, thinking about this thing, Murong Si suddenly showed a distressed expression.

'What is it that Brother Murong cares about so much?' Yang Yong was curious about what made Murong Si attach so much importance to it.

I saw Murong Si take out a ring from his arms. Murong Si said: 'That's it'

Yang Yong looked at it and didn't find anything special, so he said, "Brother Murong, no matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary ring." His face was full of bewilderment.

This is no ordinary ring, it is a ring. ’

Na ring, on the Xuanwu continent, also known as the storage ring, as the name suggests, is a kind of ring used to store things, and its interior is filled with a relatively large space, and the things you need are stored in it until the space is full.

However, although the ring is magical, it is very rare, and the materials and refining techniques required are very difficult to find. Generally speaking, it can be divided into lower, intermediate, and superior. And the higher the level, the larger the storage space and the better the quality of the ring. The lower levels of the Xuanwu Continent are very difficult to find, and generally only a few will be kept in some big forces, and those more advanced rings are basically unknown to anyone.

Murong Si gave the ring to Yang Yong, saying that it could be used to store items and was very precious.

Thinking of Murong Si's distressed appearance when he gave him the ring, Yang Yong smiled and put all the things he had packed into the ring.

Putting the ring into his clothes, Yang Yong stood at the door, looking at the empty room, thinking back to the days spent here in the past few years, his heart was full of amazement, and when he turned around, he only heard the door creak, and the room had become an empty room.

'Brother Yong. Suddenly, the man's kind soft voice made Yang Yong stop. Raising his head and looking at Murong Si by the gate, Yang Yong stopped and couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Murong, why did you get up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I woke up early," he smiled. Murong Si stepped forward, swept his gaze over Yang Yong, and said softly, "Are you leaving?"

'Hmm. Yang Yong nodded.

'Why don't you say hello to your sister?'

Forget it, it will be more sad if you meet and send each other, and it is better to go quietly. Yang Yong smiled slightly.

It's quite easy for you to leave, but my sister is sad for you. After a little silence, Murong Si patted Yang Yong's shoulder and said, "I hope that soon, I can hear the news of your fame in the capital." ’

Yang Yong was slightly stunned, so he smiled and nodded, the relationship between him and Murong Si has deepened a lot over the years.

"Actually, I really want to know what my sister's reaction will be if you make a name for yourself in the Tianwu Academy?" Murong Si said to Yang Yong after suddenly laughing.

Yang Yong and Murong Si laughed and talked for a while, and then slowly disappeared at the end of the path under the latter's gaze.

A few days ago, when they heard that Yang Yong was leaving, Murong and his wife were very reluctant, but they knew that Yang Yong had other things to do, so they said: "Xiao Yong, if you have time in the future, you can go to Shigangling on the border of the capital to have a look, your eldest brother has been there for the past few years, and I heard that an organization called the 'Iron and Blood Mercenary Group' has been established there, which can also be regarded as a good force in the local area."

Recalling the words of Murong and his wife, Yang Yong smiled slightly, Murong Si has been wandering outside from time to time in the past few years. In recent years, because of his busy schedule, he has rarely returned to the city. But I've come back these days, as if I was here to see him for the last time. Thinking of this, Yang Yong's heart was very warm.

Retracting his thoughts, Yang Yong didn't alarm anyone, wearing a white shirt, hanging his usual saber, walked out of the gate with empty hands, and slowly disappeared under the eyes of the guards. I don't know when I will come back.

Walking out of Donghe Mansion, Yang Yong stood at the fork of the crowded street, thinking of the development of the city in recent years, after a long time, he sighed a little lonely, and then clenched his fists tightly, and said in a low voice: "Father, mother, we will definitely meet again... After speaking, he glanced at the capital, walked into the flow of people, and quickly disappeared.