Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 506: Huang Quan is silent, just...

Izumo said:

Three-knife slash

A big cut

Connect with the broken night.

This is talking about the only thing in the world today, the underworld.

When she pulled out the blood-red knife, it would be the moment of destruction on the other side.

Countless lives have been lost under this sword. No matter what kind of enemy it is, they will be annihilated by this sword and become ghosts on the other side.

But if, of course just if, this messenger holding the sharp blade that can cut through nothingness, transformed on the bed, how would you respond?

This problem bothered An Ming at this moment, but it was not particularly urgent because he would not need to worry about it in the next second.

Huang Quan, with his long gray hair, said nothing, but just worked hard on the land, using the farming techniques of ancient farmers in Izumo to sow wheat in the soil.

An Ming was like that piece of land, pressed tightly on the bed. No matter how Huang Quan called him, the other party remained silent.

At this moment, Lao Ming was really sweating profusely. The one he was facing now seemed to be Huang Quan alone, but his strength was already comparable to all his previous ones.

It’s bad, no one told him that the envoy was so terrifying!

"Mei?"

"..."

This silent battle lasted from the afternoon until the early morning of the next day. Huang Quan suddenly stopped where he was and fell down as if he was stuck. His hair returned to its original purple color.

Huang Quan fell asleep with steady breathing, while An Ming beside him fainted with his eyes darkening.

Although they woke up together the next day, Huang Quan was full of energy, while An Ming had dark circles under his eyes and looked haggard.

"Having a nightmare?"

Huang Quan asked doubtfully, not knowing that she was his biggest nightmare.

An Ming laughed dryly and shook his head, thinking that he must prepare for his escape in advance next time, or tie Huang Quan to the bed with a rope in advance.

After this night, my body ached as much as if I had been hit by a truck. If you didn't know, you would think I was reborn in a different world again.

"I'm fine, Mei, I still have to go to the sword-making furnace today," An Ming dared not forget the gift from Lord Taibu, and of course he also had to prepare something for everyone, as this was the prerequisite for maintaining a harmonious Shura field.

Although the robin never mentioned it to An Ming, if he really dared to bring gifts back for Fu Xuan alone, he would definitely eat a lot of Eden version of Taichu Youwei.

Huang Quan said nothing, but moved closer to An Ming, leaned into his arms, and then said, "Yeah."

Only by feeling this warmth could she confirm that everything that happened last night was not a dream. After all, her memories were a little confusing, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and unreal parts of her memories.

However, only An Ming knew that those were just realities, just two versions of Huang Quan taking turns to appear.

I feel that little Sanyue might be scared to tears when she sees the battlefield of Huangquan. Although it is the first time for both of them without any practical experience, Sanyueqi is like a calm stream, while Huangquan is a raging tsunami.

"I also know some casting techniques," Huang Quan said after hesitating for a few seconds, "It's a pity that Izumo can no longer forge a Zhaodao now."

The raw materials of the imperial sword came from the evil beasts of Takama-ga-hara, but today's Takama-ga-hara has long been restored to a prosperous planet, and the last imperial sword was also used by An Ming to cut off the sun.

"I pulled this knife out from the River Oblivion."

Huang Quan recalled that day.

After the stone statue of An Ming was shattered, all that was left was the bamboo sword named "You" that was stuck in the ground.

The bamboo sword, which was thought to have turned into a stone sword, did not break along with An Ming's stone statue. As Huang Quan pulled it out, the blade shattered into pieces, revealing a pure white blade.

When Huang Quan clenched his fist, the pure white turned into bright red, as if it was the superposition of the beginning and the end.

After [existence] completely dissipated, what was left was the sword of the beginning and the end, which also became the only weapon to accompany Huang Quan on his journey.

"Perhaps this is Izumo's last imperial sword." No wonder An Ming always felt that the sword was very familiar. "It suits you very well."

Huang Quan said softly: "Sometimes I always feel that I am not worthy of this sword. This blade that carries the entire history of Izumo is too heavy... But I think I am the only one who can remember it."

This sword is of extraordinary significance. It records the incomparably glorious road to salvation and is also a hymn to the courage of mankind to swing the blade towards God.

Every time you draw this sword, you must have the courage to kill gods. Only in this way can you have the ability to face nothingness at some point in the future.

The first time she faced nothingness, she couldn't even step into the shadow of nothingness.

Next time, she will never stop.

"As long as it is remembered, it will not disappear." That past will not be erased, and those courageous stories will give people the strength to never give up.

An Ming believes that some changes have indeed taken place in Izumo today. The path of salvation in the past has been exchanged for such a bright future.

Then it will all be worth it.

Noon.

After Huang Quan changed his clothes, he said seriously: "An Ming, I want to record a video next time."

"Puff - cough cough cough," An Ming, who was still drinking water, sprayed water all over the curtain. He coughed and looked at Huang Quan, his face full of shock, "What does video recording mean?"

"Video recording is video recording, recording the process," Huang Quan said with a troubled expression, "I still can't recall it completely, it would be much more convenient if I could record it."

"There's no rush. Let's talk about it after we get back on the train," An Ming planned to temporarily dispel Huang Quan's idea. He thought that if it happened again, he would be crushed to death in Izumo.

The savior hero died in his bed in the hotel after being resurrected. What if this gets out?

"train?"

Huang Quan pursed his lips and asked in a somewhat naive manner: "So I'm going to meet them?"

Hearing this, An Ming's radar immediately started to move. He immediately showed a serious expression and said, "Mei, no violence can be used on the train, otherwise Emperor Pam, one of the train's ghost stories, will destroy the universe."

Huang Quan was stunned when she heard this, then nodded and said, "Okay, then use your hands." Not using weapons was not a difficult thing for her.

I should be able to cut the train in half with my bare hands...(?)

"It's just a meeting, why do we need weapons?" Huang Quan was a little confused. Did An Ming and them have to fight for life and death every day on the train?

Although in a sense, they really do fight every day, especially a certain tsundere Taibu who likes to initiate duel invitations the most.