"Deng... Qi! Why did you suddenly want to use that name?" Helian Yunyun asked.
"Because there's a man surnamed Deng who will always be my hero's banner."
Helian Yunyun sat down beside him, moving a little closer. Her blue-green eyes brimmed with affection. "Is that hero's banner still flying?"
"Ah, I was just saying it off the cuff. It's the Yellow River Assembly, after all—a new name, a new look!"
The affection in the grassland girl's eyes instantly turned to adoration. "Even off the cuff, you come up with such a meaningful, beautiful name. You really are talented!"
Zhao Rucheng: ...
For some reason, standing on the Martial Practice Platform at that moment, Zhao Rucheng suddenly remembered that conversation.
He had no intention of missing anyone, so he cut that thought away.
Now he looked at his opponent, his mind settling into calm.
Deng Yue was already dead.
That "death" might have been physical, or it might have been spiritual.
But no matter what, the thoughts and feelings that had belonged to Deng Yue as a person were surely dead.
He understood this perfectly.
Because a living Deng Yue would never have allowed himself to become a handle for others to use against him.
The message on the slip of paper sent by the Great Qin Prison Suppression Bureau wasn't reliable.
Deng Yue was the person in this world he understood best and trusted most. He was also the last person he could rely on.
So he knew that even the Great Qin Prison Suppression Bureau couldn't stop Deng Yue from dying.
No matter how much vitality remained in that finger, or what undetectable trickery had been done to it, only a trap awaited him in Wo Kingdom.
No Deng Yue.
He repeated those four words over and over in