Jiang Liu thought about the moments of goodbye to Yan Zhuo, but never expected that he would be like this now.

Standing in the illusory black space, everything around it is hazy in black fog.

And at the end of all this, a man with a fair face that was bloodless.

At this moment, he did not bring the black veil that never leaves his body, and his charming face was leaked. His extremely fair face was painted with a blood-red lips. If it were on the faces of others, it would definitely be terrifying.

But all this was not at all inconsistent with Yan Zhuo’s face.

It seems that he should be like this innately, and even said that such a face should be on him, and no one is more suitable than him.

Jiang Liu still remembers the first time he saw Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo was still very young, but in the Yan Zhuo clan and even the entire heaven, Yan Zhuo was one of the best handsome men.

Of course, I don’t say humbly that this number is himself!

And the veil he wore by Yan Zhuo later, because it was too beautiful and had too much trouble...

Even if he doesn't bring it, Yan Zhuo will stay on his body.

As long as you are by your own people, you will not need it. There are really few of these people divided by Yanshuo in the ranks of their own people...

Jiang Liu still remembered that Yan Zhuo’s mother was still there at that time. She said that Yan Zhuo’s black veil would not have to be worn when he met someone with destiny…

"I don't want everyone to know that I'm gone. In fact, it's not a big deal for me, it's just a long journey!"

"If I really started again, maybe I wouldn't have to be a nightmare. It would be really uncomfortable to live like this!"

"Everything is imitated, even if it is a problem, I am willing to have it."

"I'm not good at parting because I'm afraid that if I don't want to leave, living will become an obsession..."

Yan Zhuo sat at the hazy black end. This was his sea of ​​consciousness, and he said to himself and others during his lifetime.

Jiang Liu can not only see these, but also all the people or things that Yan Zhuo has met over the years, from childhood to adulthood.

This is also everything in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Liu kept watching and listening in silence.

It is precisely because of this that Jiang Liu also chose to conceal it.

Some people are not alive but all.

No matter what others think, Yan Zhuo is a very free person.

But Jiang Liu still felt a little uncomfortable.

Yan Zhuo really shouldn't have left like this. They have fought side by side for tens of thousands of years!

Not only him, but also Yan Zhuo’s friends now, how could he not care about them all?

Even though he couldn't communicate, Jiang Liu couldn't help but look at Yan Zhuo's back and asked, "No matter what, there are still many people who are thinking about you."

"Yan Zhuo, Bai Ran, I, even A Sheng, the people you know are all thinking about you very much, if they know you are now..."

"And we don't even know when you left..."

Jiang Liu reached out to touch Yan Zhuo, who was sitting at the end of the sea of ​​consciousness, but just as Jiang Liu realized, his hands passed through him in an instant.

Yan Zhuo was dead, this was the only thing he left behind, and this was even more physical. Everything here was a phantom.

And Yan Zhuo's sea of ​​consciousness would come to his hands without guidance, because Yan Zhuo was the person he was most familiar with during his lifetime, and this was the last moment attraction.

Thinking of this, Jiang Liu's heart became even more complicated.

Yan Zhuo left without passing through Naihe Bridge, but came to the Yin and Yang Realm of the King of the King. I guess he also cared about Ming Yan, his friend, just...
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