On Cangya, red clothes are flying.
"It's time to repay kindness with revenge." The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he immediately leaned forward and stabbed the cold-faced man in front of him with the Li Yun Sword with a strange light in his hand.
"You..." The man suddenly opened his eyes wide and walked forward unconsciously.
"Dang Cang."
Li Yun's sword fell to the ground, stained with his blood.
"Why..." The man caught him and tried hard to prevent Li Yun's sword from eroding him.
"Because, hate." He used his last strength to say, "I hate you."
After a moment, he turned cold. The man stood up, hugged him tightly and left quietly.
After a long silence, the Li Yun sword that was forgotten on the edge of the cliff flashed that bloodthirsty color again after dimming, dazzling and weird.