"When I say this, I don't mean to make you selflessly dedicate yourself to Human Race, sacrifice your life for righteousness, etc. It's just that when people are sad, they always want to talk to the people around them."
Sun Yingxiong reluctantly looked away from the night sky, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and looked at Yu Sheng.
"Everyone has their own ideas in their hearts, which cannot be forced, but you are not as rational as you appear."
"If it's true what you said, why did you give me all two Ten Thousand Poisons Fruit before fainting?"
"Among them, Ink Pavilion only paid one reward."
"So sometimes, you know what you're doing, but you just don't want to admit it, right?"
"The door in other people's hearts seals their own memories; but the door in your heart seals... your own."
"Perhaps... you can actually try to push the door open and walk out."
"Because this door has been opened a crack by your own hands."
"Have a good rest."
With that said, Sun Yingxiong gradually moved away, no longer disturbing Yu Sheng, or in other words, leaving Yu Sheng with a space to think for himself.
Yu Sheng was still lying flat on the grassland, looking at the stars.
The starry sky tonight is exceptionally beautiful.
He was a little silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Heroes... don't live long."
"Let's treat all of this as a transaction."
"It's fair to collect money and save people."
"I don't need other people's gratitude or praise. Maybe... just think of it as doing something for Teacher Liu..."
Yu Sheng murmured to himself, feeling that tiredness coming over him again, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
As for the muttering before going to bed, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to the person who existed in the dark... Old Man, who had a habit of eavesdropping.
"Heroes don't live long..."
"I've lived a long life, but I'm still doing well."
"What a tough-tongued little guy."
Sun Yingxiong sat on a tree, leaning against the trunk, smiling and shaking his head, looking at the night sky again in trance.
The breeze blew across the plain, taking away the sadness.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Zhao Zicheng roared and rushed forward.
Lin Xiaoxiao paused when he heard the voice and jumped up from Big White.
Zhao Zicheng shuttled through the middle, and Sandbag was at the front.
Lin Xiaoxiao and Big White divided into two directions and launched a surprise attack on the Fifth Level Demon Beast.
Demon Beast's sharp claws were blocked by Sandbag, Lin Xiaoxiao Spear penetrated the body, and Big White bit Demon Beast's leg.
In the distance, after losing the protection of A Tai, Mu Yu could only keep shuttling among the crowd, not daring to stay in one place for too long. Taking advantage of this short opportunity, he quickly sketched on Gravestone.
Along with the surge of black energy, wounds appeared on Demon Beast's body surface.
As if Zhao Zicheng had expected it, he mistook Sandbag for Hammer and furiously attacked Demon Beast's wounds.
For a while, the blood flowed non-stop.
Demon Beast roared again and again, his ferocity surged, and he wanted to resist.
But the black air filled the air again, and a scar appeared on its neck. It finally fell to the ground weakly, losing all vitality.
"Huh..."
"What a difficult guy."
"Xiao Xiao, flank!"
Under the continuous fighting, Zhao Zicheng's face turned pale, the old wounds on his arms collapsed again, and blood flowed down his arms.
He just shook it gently and looked aside.
A Demon Beast swooped down and bit a soldier.
Following Zhao Zicheng's reminder, Lin Xiaoxiao directly threw Spear in his hand, briefly intercepting Demon Beast for one second.
Big White sprang out almost simultaneously, extremely fast, and its tail swept hard on Demon Beast's waist.
The next second, the figure changed.
Lin Xiaoxiao appears out of thin air on Big White's back, and Spear, which fell from the air, is held in his hands again.
Demon Beast was furious, his pupils were blood red, he roared and stretched out his sharp claws, and struck at Lin Xiaoxiao.
But Lin Xiaoxiao seemed not to notice, and still launched an attack, completely risking his life.
At the critical moment, Zhao Zicheng finally arrived and blocked Demon Beast's attack, while Lin Xiaoxiao's Spear stabbed Demon Beast in the heart.
A handful of blood mist.
Demon Beast fell to the ground in despair.
The entire process took no more than three seconds, and both the tacit understanding in battle and the mutual trust between the few people had reached their peak.
Lin Xiaoxiao had no doubts about what Zhao Zicheng would do if he couldn't stop it.
Zhao Zicheng also did not worry about the possibility that Lin Xiaoxiao could not kill Demon Beast with one shot, causing Demon Beast to go crazy and himself being seriously injured.
In the distance, Mu Yu, which had already condensed a Skill, looked at this scene and hit Skill in another place, holding a Demon Crystal in its hand to continuously restore energy.
The soldier who was rescued didn't even have time to express his gratitude before he threw himself into another battle circle.
That's what war is like.
A moment of slackness may become the reason for your own death.
If you stand there stupidly and sincerely express your gratitude, you will only be attacked by other Demon Beast and kill Yellow Springs.
Only TV Series can act like this.
This fifth round of attack was particularly long and lasted the entire night.
It was not until Dawn that Beast Tide gradually receded.
Zhao Zicheng's whole body seemed to have walked out of blood. His face, hands, and his clothes were all bright red, and the rich smell of blood could be clearly audible.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and fell heavily to the ground, his entire right arm completely losing consciousness.
Lin Xiaoxiao's custom-made Spear has also been broken, and several wounds on Big White's body are still bleeding. Her face is pale, she raises her right arm, which is still bleeding, and gently touches Big White's cheek.
Only Mu Yu seems to be in good condition, at least there are no injuries on his body.
But within a few days, the energy was constantly depleted and restored again.
This long-term wear and tear, coupled with the frequent release of Skill, made his brain a mess, giving him a splitting headache and feeling like it would explode at any moment.
"Either... or we won't leave..."
"Fight till the end... at the last moment, and die vigorously..."
"Ink Academy Three Brave Warriors... Maybe... you can even use textbooks."
"It seems... it seems good..."
Zhao Zicheng grimaced in pain, but he still smiled, making people want to punch him.