"Change your name, does this have anything to do with martial arts training?" Night City looked puzzled.

A name is not just a title, its meaning is sometimes more important than the thing it refers to, it is the soul of the thing. The elegant man said, his eyes shining with excitement.

The look in the eyes of the elegant man, Ye Cheng couldn't read it, and even what the elegant man said just now, Ye Cheng didn't understand it very well, after all, it was a discussion that rose to the philosophical level, he was an eight or nine-year-old child, even if he was precocious, it was impossible to understand it thoroughly, and besides, this kind of philosophical level thing, even after a few hundred years, no one would necessarily be able to fully understand it.

The elegant man didn't keep immersed in his thoughts, he said these things in the hope that Night City could talk to him, dialectic is the process of interaction, the more different views, the better. The reason why the elegant man chose to talk to the night city is because he felt that it was different when he saw the night city for the first time, and he was old and important at a young age, and because he was young, he would not have the stereotyped thinking of adults, especially in this traditional society, people's thoughts are rigid, and it is difficult to produce unique ideas, and the elegant man feels that the night city will bring him some surprises.

But the facts disappointed the elegant man, Night City did have thoughts far beyond his age, but in the environment of the Huangquan Ghost Gate, it was still difficult for him to open up his thoughts, let alone achieve Cheng Dù, who could have a dialectical dialogue with the elegant man.

Seeing that Night City's stunned face turned into a daze, the elegant man sighed, and a trace of loneliness disappeared, and he instantly hid it. But it was just this moment, but it was well captured by Night City. As a killer, you must have a keen sense of observation, and Night City, who was trained by his parents to aim for a top killer since he was a child, does a good job in this regard, and he is also very talented. The moment was too fast, and Night City was still at a loss, but he intuitively glanced at the elegant man, and felt the lonely look that he would never forget.

What kind of feeling it was, Night City couldn't describe it in words, he had never had this kind of love before, but Night City had an illusion of empathy, as if that loneliness was like a pair of big hands, holding his heart fiercely, trying to pull his whole person into boundless loneliness. In the eyes of Night City, this elegant man is no longer just himself, the lonely love xù seems to have become a substance, like water tightly wrapping the elegant man in it, Night City deeply feels that this elegant man is incompatible with the whole world, as if this person does not belong to this world at all, beyond heaven and earth, coexisting with this world, and can even be said that this person is a world in itself.

This sense of loneliness is not the absence of a companion thousands of miles away from home, nor is it the heart higher than the sky but bitter and ignorant, what the elegant man exudes is the purest loneliness, the loneliness that everything in the world has nothing to do with him.

Although it was only for a moment, Yecheng had read too many things, and the elegant man's love was just a flash, and it pierced Yecheng's body lightly, deeply engraved in his bone marrow. It's a long story, the elegant man's kung fu is very strong, and that kind of loneliness is gone in a blink of an eye, but Night City feels as if thousands of years have passed, alone, lonely like water.

"Where are you from?" asked Night City in a trance after being infiltrated by the love of the elegant man.

"What are you talking about?" The elegant man heard Yecheng's question, and flicked up from the ground, as if he didn't use any force at all, and the person floated up.

He grabbed Yecheng's shoulder, the grip on his hand was extremely strong, and the pain of pinching Yecheng was unbearable, and he immediately recovered from a daze.

"Ahh Nightcity cried out in pain, but his voice stopped abruptly and was replaced by a whining gritted teeth.

Killers can shed blood, not tears, and show weakness. This is what Night City's parents taught him, pain is not terrible, it is strong to endure pain, but to call pain is a sign of cowardice.

Night City endured the pain and didn't say anything more, but his first whisper reminded the elegant man. Knowing that he was too excited, the elegant man immediately reduced his strength, and with his cultivation, he actually failed to control the power in his hand, you can imagine how agitated his heart was.

Although he reduced his strength, the elegant man still didn't let go of Night City, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"What did I say?" Night City couldn't help but ask, although he was subject to the elegant man, but the other party was a soul envoy, he didn't dare to be dissatisfied, and Night City also knew that the other party's cultivation was not weak, even if he was dissatisfied, he couldn't do anything. And the most important thing is that Night City can't be dissatisfied, because this elegant man gives him the feeling that he is full of kindness.

"You ask me where I'm from. The elegant man's eyes narrowed, and his face was full of doubt.

"Did I say that?" Nighttown's blank look intensified, "I don't remember. ”

The elegant man didn't speak, staring at Night City's eyes tightly, trying to find evidence of Night City's words, but with his eyesight, looking at Night City's blank expression didn't seem to be fake.

"Then what did you just see, what did you hear?" said it!" The elegant man did not give up, knowing that Night City would not say that sentence for no reason.

When the elegant man said this, it reminded Yecheng of the scene he had just seen, but the scene slowly faded away like a dream, and only the sadness that penetrated into his bone marrow made him know what he had really experienced just now.

"I ...... I saw that the colors around you were gone, and you were glowing, and the light surrounded you, and only you were the most dazzling, but you were out of place with the qiē around you, as if you didn't belong here. Night City muttered as he reminisced.

"Gone?" saw Night City stop, and the elegant man hurriedly asked.

"Well, that's all, and then I felt a pain in my shoulder, and then I ...... And then ...... "Night City looks like he wants to talk and stops."

"And then what's wrong?" the elegant man blurted out as if he was confused, without thinking about it.

Nighttown didn't answer, but looked at the elegant man's hands that were grabbing his shoulders and lowered his head.

The elegant man was just in a mood, he hadn't become stupid yet, he knew what he meant when he saw Night City's demeanor, Night City just fell into some kind of hallucination, and then he was scratched by himself after inadvertently saying that sentence before he came to his senses, he didn't dare to continue, the reason was that he was the soul envoy.

After figuring out the key, the elegant man immediately let go of his hand, but he didn't give up, and asked curiously, "How did you see this?"

"Disciple doesn't know, it's just ......" Yecheng said and hesitated again, stealing a peek at the elegant man.

Seeing this, the elegant man immediately said, "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

This sentence seemed to give encouragement to Night City, and Night City continued: "It's just that the disciple feels that the envoy is very lonely. ”

When the elegant man heard Night City's words, the whole person was stunned, and looked at Night City fixedly, as if he wanted to see through him. After a while, the elegant man sneered and said heroically: "Lonely? You can actually see that I am lonely, well, you are very good." Your name is Ye Cheng, Ye of Ye, Growing Cheng?"

"The disciple is the night of the night, the city of the city. Night City corrected the elegant man.

"Ugh. The elegant man was stunned for a moment, and then became even more arrogant, "It doesn't matter, no matter which two words are not suitable for you." Didn't you ask me about the relationship between my name and practicing martial arts, I'll tell you, the name is good, it can bring up a person's momentum, take martial arts as an example, the world's four major grapplers, binding, controlling cranes, vertical phoenixes, and capturing dragons, which one is not domineering, just listening to the name brings three points of momentum. The same martial arts, I call it a shrimp catcher, and I am weak before I fight. ”

Yecheng felt that what the elegant man said was very reasonable, nodded again and again, and asked, "Then what's my name?"

After a short period of contact, Night City also got a rough idea of this elegant man's temper. Completely different from the cold and gloomy style in the Huangquan Ghost Gate, although this elegant man gave Night City an unpredictable unknown mystery, and even a hint of danger, Night City felt that getting along with this person was not so nervous and relaxed. Even though the elegant man occasionally showed a majestic look, Night City had no fear. This elegant man seems to be born with a sense of intimacy. It could be seen from his questioning that Night City couldn't help but want to listen to this elegant man.

The so-called son inherits his father's surname, and the name is given by his parents, which contains filial piety, but now Yecheng actually asked the elegant man what name he should change, obviously he has been silently infected by this person.

The elegant man groaned for a while and said, "You call it Night City, and if you can see my loneliness, you can call it Night Lonely City." ”

"Night Lonely City, Lonely City in One Night?" Night City silently recited the name a few times, and immediately bowed down, "Thank you, Lord Emissary, for the name." ”

"Falling into a lonely city overnight, you can do this, you are enough to be the king of killers, but whether you can match the name depends on your own creation. After the elegant man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"My lord?" Seeing that the elegant man was leaving, Night City hurriedly stopped him.

"What's the matter?"

"Can the disciple be lucky enough to know the name of the adult?" asked Yecheng respectfully.

The elegant man turned around and smiled: "Since you call it Night Lonely City, then call me Ximen to blow blood." ”

Xiao Wu suddenly found that there was no manuscript saved, and Xiao Wu was facing the risk of not being able to publish the article, what should I do...... How about omitting 3,000 words here for the next chapter