That familiar voice sounded again, but at this moment the source of the voice was himself.

At the moment when his vision showed two halves moving away in two directions, the bandit leader finally remembered something before his consciousness completely disappeared. The young man in brocade clothes walked up to him, took out a machete and pointed at him.

Two times.

But why don't I remember?

He murmured, and his eyes were completely plunged into eternal darkness.

…

Ta! Ta! Ta!

The donkey still walked at a leisurely pace.

Yue Yuan, who was riding on his back, was closing his eyes to relax.

His right hand kept tapping the scabbard of the scimitar at his waist, making a tinkling sound, like the sound of spring rain hitting the ground.

Open your eyes and stop.

Yue Yuan suddenly sighed.

Swordsmanship is indeed his best martial art.

That familiar feeling engraved in your bones and imprinted on your soul.

But in Yue Yuan's heart, there was an inexplicable impulse that was ready to move.
Chapter completed!