The Return of Young Singers to Dust: Crazy Criticism of Rebirth and Improper Licking

Consciousness sinks in endless darkness and blood. Ye Yun, no, maybe Ye Dingzhi, felt light and airy, like a dead leaf separated from the branch. The last sensation was the cold touch and warm blood on his neck, as well as Baili Dongjun's heart-rending cry smelling of alcohol. "Brother Yun——!" He wanted to take one last look at the face that always had a hearty smile, but his vision only collapsed into a blur of blurry, trembling light and shadow, quickly swallowed up by the tide of darkness. Wrong, all wrong. This thought was like a poisoned ice pick, exploding in his dissipating consciousness. From the moment when he faced that glimpse of a figure in Yi Wenjun's courtyard, and began to have delusions that he shouldn't have, his life was like a wild horse that ran away from the reins, no, like a crazy horse that was ignited by fire and rushed straight to the cliff, running all the way, and finally fell into the abyss of eternal destruction. Ye Jiajun, who had been loyal to him for generations, failed his master Yu Shengmo who treated him like a son and finally burned his life for him. He also dragged down countless people who followed him and trusted him in Tianwaitian. He even hurt Baili Dongjun, the only silly brother who truly treated him and never left him, always calling him "Brother Yun". His whole body was bruised and bruised. Even his last tears and shouts were filled with the smell of his own blood. If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife! He was willing to trade everything for a chance to choose again. Don't be the general of the Beili Dynasty, don't be a vengeful ghost, don't be the master of Tianwai Tian Shao whose sanity has been destroyed by obsession and virtual thought.