Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

Chapter 156 I Hear You Calling Me

There were shadows of people everywhere, and the sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard in the air, mixed with the laughter of children and the chatter of adults.

Under the black robe, Dan Feng's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a wonderful sweet smell. Following the smell, he saw a few strings of red hawthorns stuck on the bundles of straw. The boss shouting next to him was enthusiastic and looked a little different from him.

No one seems to have pointed ears.

The first time he went out, Danfeng felt dazed and subconsciously held Yannian's hand.

Yannian's hand trembled, but he still gently held the little hand when it slipped.

"Nian Yan...the red ones, strung together like beads, over there." Dan Feng pointed at the hawthorn string, his words revealing curiosity.

"That's Qiongshi Bird Skewers."

"Qiongshi bird string?"

"Strange name."

Dan Feng smiled gently, rubbed the corner of his clothes with his other hand, turned his head away, not knowing how to express his emotions to Yannian.

In the past, Master Long would always provide him with whatever he wanted.

But now, he didn't know what identity he should use to ask Yannian for help.

They were just ordinary snacks. He could ask Master Long to buy them when he got back. Dan Feng was conflicted and had thought of a way out in advance, but for some reason he always felt lost.

Yannian glanced at the wrinkled corner of the clothes that was crumpled by Danfeng, and saw what the child was thinking at a glance. If he wanted to eat, he should just say no. How could the confidence and pride he had in the tribe suddenly be shattered by half?

Is it difficult to ask him for something?

After all, they are half roommates.

It’s just a few Qiongshi bird skewers, but he can book the whole place.

Yannian touched his pocket and his expression froze. He only had three Xundi, which were the gift money Yanqing had given to Jingyuan before. A string of Qiongshi bird necklaces would require at least five hundred Xundi.

Damn it, in the past, I could have eaten it in just a few rounds.

The evil price tag, typical of wages not rising but prices rising.

"Wait for me here for a while." Yannian patted Danfeng's head, and without waiting for Danfeng's response, he walked into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, Nian Yan."

"You just...just do this to me—"

Dan Feng was dumbfounded. Without saying where they were going, they simply left him here alone.

Aren’t you afraid that he will disappear?

Wait, why should he be afraid? He should be afraid that Nian Yan is missing. After all, he still has the strength.

"Nian Yan, how long do you and I have to wait?" Dan Feng whispered helplessly. Several members of the Chiming tribe passed by with smiles on their faces, and he could only hide his breath.

It was still early evening, the bluestone pavement was golden, there was laughter and chatter in the teahouse, storytellers on the stage were talking, and diners were toasting each other below.

Yannian touched his chin, thinking about how to earn Xundi. His first reaction was to borrow some from Jingyuan first. He knew Jingyuan's hidden money very well.

Following the familiar road, he did not see the familiar courtyard. Yannian stood at the door and looked at the wall where plum branches should have been sticking out.

"Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

The unfamiliar voice was clear and pleasant, and Yannian answered subconsciously.

"It would be nice if there was a plum tree there."

"You can make wine, enjoy the snow, and when you grow up, it's very comfortable to lean on it and bask in the sun."

The man smiled faintly, "It just so happens that I think the courtyard is empty. My little brother's suggestion is good."

Yannian came back to his senses and turned sideways. Behind him was a white-haired woman holding a document marked "Dihengsi" in her hand. She had a gentle smile and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Jingyuan.

"You are... Jing--" Yannian was hesitating to speak, and the white-haired woman smiled shyly and waved her hand immediately.

"It's been several times. Don't joke around. I haven't agreed yet."

"Feel sorry."

Yannian smiled with relief. It seemed that he came too early and Jingyuan was not born yet.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm just passing by." Yannian nodded politely and turned to leave.

"Little brother, wait a minute, passing by is also fate."

"I really like your suggestion. I've been struggling with what to plant."

"The bamboo shadows and the poem are thin, the plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams."

"Could you please come to the courtyard and tell me where to plant it? I'll pay you accordingly."

The white-haired woman wanted to keep him, but because of the black robe, she couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly. But she didn't think too much about it. After all, she had seen a lot of strange things since she started working, and now her mind was on the layout of the courtyard.

Yannian didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, walked into the shadows and disappeared.

"What a pity." The white-haired woman felt quite regretful. Her gaze finally fell on the corner where Yannian stayed. The haze in her heart was swept away. She decided to plant a few plants and try it out.

As time goes by, there will always be a tree that will emerge from the branch, waiting to meet the boy again.

After leaving Jingyuan's house, Yannian returned to the crowd and stood in the crowd at a loss. At this point in time, he had no clones.

Like an outsider.

No, he was.

Yannian lowered his head, and an idea came to his mind - why not use some magic to rob the thief who specializes in stealing people's wallets and make some money from the difference.

The Cloud Cavalry came and went, and public security was a bit too good. There were no signs of unrest at the moment. Yannian looked helpless and whispered, "I wish someone could lend me some patrol rifles. How is that possible?"

At this point in time, there was no Jing Yuan and no Yan Qing.

What is his relationship with Luo Fu?

"How much?"

Before he finished speaking, a blue headband passed before his eyes, bringing with it a cold chill. Yannian's pupils dilated and he tilted his head slightly. Jingliu was standing beside him.

His hair was a little messy, his blue clothes were stained with red in a few spots, his eyes were cold, and a sword hung around his waist - Zhuyue.

It seemed as if he had just returned from the battlefield. A breeze blew by, and the smell of blood filled Yannian's nose.

……

姐…

"A string of… Qiongshi bird-shaped patrol arrows."

"Thank you," Yannian said in a low voice.

Jingliu had no expression on his face and casually handed Yannian a purse.

"Go buy three, and the rest is your travel expenses."

Yannian weighed his purse and thought he could buy all the Qiongshi bird strings on the scarecrow. He glanced at Jingliu, who immediately noticed and looked over at him.

“——Okay.” Yannian lowered his head instantly, avoiding Jingliu’s sight, walked to the stall, and bought three servings of Qiongshi Bird Skewers.

It should be bought for Bai Heng, Yannian thought.

He handed two copies to Jingliu, who only took one of them.

"Except for that one, you can eat the other one yourself." Jingliu carefully put the Qiongshi bird skewers into his backpack as if they were treasured items.

"Here, is it for me?"

"No, no, I'm not a child anymore."

Yannian held the Qiongshi bird string tightly with mixed feelings.

"You don't like it?" Jingliu didn't pay attention to the word "child" and subconsciously thought that Yannian didn't like Qiongshi Bird Skewers, and raised his eyebrows.

This job is like a villain who wants to kill someone, and it gives you the feeling that if you don't like me, I can only kill you.

"No!" Yannian immediately shook his head and lowered his head a little lower.

He never dared to meet Jingliu's eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Because you smelled blood—"

Jingliu glanced at Yannian and chuckled softly, "You should be afraid... This lingering fishy smell is like a ghost staring at you from the abyss."

"Don't force yourself if you don't like it."

"Just throw it away." Jingliu turned around and lowered his eyes.

She might be a little tired, as she cared so much about a strange boy passing by.

"You'd better eat that string of Qiongshi bird quickly, or it will... melt."

"I'm not afraid of you...but it would be nice if you could smile more and be happier."

"sister…"

A voice as light as a feather cut through the noisy voices.

Jingliu paused, turned around suddenly, and found that the boy had already left.

It was such a quick movement that even she didn't notice.

What did the other party shout at the end?

I didn't hear it clearly.

Dong, dong, dong! The gong on the street struck three times in a row, once slow and once fast.

Jingliu frowned slightly, hurried home to take a shower, and then rushed to a strange place.

It was a place abandoned by the ancient nobles.

The air was filled with cold air, and ice spikes were everywhere, reflecting a faint blue light. A neat row of hibernation chambers were half submerged in the ground, and occasionally a slight buzzing sound could be heard, as if the system was running.

At the deepest part, in a hibernation chamber shaped like an ice coffin, a child lay there, his face lifeless and pale, as if he were dead.

"Another century."

"I killed many evil creatures...but you still haven't woken up."

"I brought you a kebab of Qiongshi bird."

Jingliu placed Qiong Shi Bird String on the hibernation chamber and sat down with his back against the edge.

It was so cold here that even the air seemed to be frozen, but Jingliu looked fine.

She was used to the cold.

After a long time, Jingliu chuckled.

"Today...I seemed to hear you calling me."

"A Nian."