Star Iron, but the amount of animation

But Jingliu...it seems that there is nothing left except the boy...

Then what right did she have... to monopolize the boy so selfishly?

"Um, wait—"

Bai Heng chased after him and grabbed the boy.

She looked directly at the boy.

"I think you should go find her."

"..."

An Jing was a little surprised.

"What do you mean?"

"Jingliu, she must have been waiting for you so hard."

Bai Heng looked away and glanced elsewhere.

The boy smiled.

"Are you trying to get me out?"

"......right."

Bai Heng nodded.

"Just drive you away."

"Hey, you're talking about this, but you don't recognize me when you lift up my skirt."

An Jing suddenly burst into laughter.

"You're going to die talking about this in the street!"

Bai Heng's eyes widened and his face immediately turned red. He went over to cover the boy's mouth and pushed him away.

Now that she has said this, what else can An Jing do?

Just leave.

There is no place to stay here.

Before leaving, she said goodbye to Xiao Feixiao and her master.

She is handling official business now, so as not to cause her any trouble, just let Bai Heng tell her later.

He quite likes the girl Feixiao. He thinks that meeting is fate, so he should leave something for her.

Maybe she will become a general of the Yaoqing Immortal Boat in the future. She can be considered half of my disciple, and Jing Yuan is almost the same. By then, General Yaoqing and General Luofu will both be my disciples. Wouldn't it be very impressive if I tell others about it?

After much thought, An Jing came up with a good idea.

He manifested the arrow that Lan had shot earlier, which had finally become a blessing, and let Feixiao feel it.

As for whether it is useful or not, who knows.

It's none of his business, he should leave.

The company naturally has a base in the Yaoqing Xianzhou. An Jing got on the special plane they provided. As for Jingliu's clues, it said that in a star field occupied by the Fengrao people, someone witnessed a white-haired female swordsman who looked very similar to the former Luofu Sword Head, but her weapon seemed to have become a sword made of ice, not the fragmented sword that the world was familiar with.

They sent a small team to confirm the situation. Although almost all of them were wiped out in the end, the few survivors still brought back valuable information.

After comparing layer by layer, the possibility that this swordsman is Mirror Ryu is as high as 97%, so the company sent the news to the boy.

An Jing looked at the name of the galaxy and had no impression of it.

I've never heard of it. It's a great distance away from the Immortal Boat and I don't know how she got there.

Besides this, there is new news.

Unexpectedly, it was Mei who sent it to him.

It's really touching that she still remembers him.

The boy almost forgot about her.

Just a metaphor.

His memory is now good enough to remember what color underwear he was wearing when he woke up one morning a thousand years ago.

Ah, there is too much redundant and useless information, which sometimes really gives me a headache.

He glanced at the message.

There were some information about her recent situation. It seemed that she was doing well. At least he didn't have to worry about her anymore.

Finally, I asked him how he was doing now.

[Very good, you should do your best too. ]

After recovery, the young man closed the Jade Sign, closed his eyes, and waited for the spaceship to reach its destination.

Volume 1: Chapter 179: Mirror Flow

The sword was five feet long and weighed a thousand pounds. The dark black blade was covered with cracks and the tip of the sword was nowhere to be found.

In the chaos of the war, she once held this sword and, together with her comrades and disciples, charged into the Thousand-legged Boat and chopped off the head of the wolf that was leaving the battle; she also climbed up the towering Flying Sky City Nest and cut off the feathers of the feathered guards; she fought against the iron hooves of the Houyhnhnms and imprisoned all the reins of the six-legged horses... Wherever her sword pointed, the evil creatures either died or were defeated, and none of them escaped.

She never expected that she would point the sword at her closest friend.

She panted, trying to support her injured and exhausted body. In the distance, a dragon roared in grief, as if begging for release.

Watching the arrogant craftsman fall into the mud, she walked past him like a ghost.

"I should have killed you first... but you have other sins to suffer for eternity..."

She pointed the broken sword at Long Zun.

"Impossible. The dragon masters said... the blood of my race, the soul of my ancestors, should have created another Dragon Lord. All this... shouldn't be like this."

"If sacrificing you can restore everything to the way it was, I'll do it... but now... tell me where the dragon's reverse scale is.

"The top of the skull..."

The half-dragon beast swam through the air at lightning speed. Its body, big enough to swallow the sea horizon, smashed into another floating island, and its wailing sounded like a thousand swords clashing.

She felt her internal organs churning and burning, as if ripe grains were about to break out of their shells and expand to infinity.

She saw herself trapped in the nightmare of her childhood again, with an evil star approaching and the mayfly unable to struggle.

The woman tore off a piece of black silk cloth from her skirt and covered her eyes with it.

Thunder and lightning shattered. She leaped up with her sword in hand, heading towards the evil dragon.

In the dreamlike illusion, she felt that her flesh and blood had finally exceeded its limit and began to disintegrate. It was as if there were strings binding her limbs and bones, cutting through her last consciousness bit by bit.

For no apparent reason, those words rang in my ears:

"Even if it's the stars in the sky, I will cut them down."

At that moment, she grasped the sword she had always dreamed of.

That is a sword that can free you from all restraints. It is a sword that you have been familiar with for many years.

It is not made of melted iron, but is condensed from a piece of solid ice. It contains a faint glow, like holding a ray of moonlight in your hand.

The sword is three feet and seven inches long and as light as a feather.

......

Jingliu suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his heart beating heavily.

She dreamed of that day again.

That was the nightmare that the woman could not escape every night since the chaos a hundred years ago.

Whenever she stopped and had nothing to do, those emotions would surge up endlessly... anger... hatred... madness... murderous intent...

They mixed and entangled together, almost filling her mind. Jingliu could only raise the sword again and chop off the heads of those evil creatures to relieve the never-extinguished rage in her chest.

But she also became stronger...

revenge......

That incomparable obsession became the fuel for her destiny, allowing her to rise to higher levels...

She wanted to give the same ending to all those who harmed the boy, or gods...

destroy.

This also allowed her to step into a second, different river of destiny.

Jingliu wants to obtain enough power to kill gods...

But if you want to surpass the so-called limits, if you want to achieve a breakthrough that no one has ever achieved before, you have to regard yourself as a piece of "firewood".

So when Bai Heng came that year and told her the news that the boy was indeed still alive, Jing Liu just remained silent and said nothing.

She was indeed relieved.

But she didn't want to go back, and she didn't want to... didn't want to see him...

The woman was a little scared...

She was afraid that if she saw him, all her determination and will would be destroyed.

Jingliu really has nothing to lose except him...

If she goes back...and sees him...I'm afraid she won't be able to think about anything else except him all day.

She was afraid that she would not be able to help herself and would cling to the boy like a piece of sticky candy that could not be removed, never letting go, forever and ever.

That would just be a heavy burden for the boy.

Because she didn't want to see him talking to another woman, she didn't want him to leave her sight, and she didn't want to let go of the boy's hand.

But she didn't want the boy to feel the slightest bit annoyed or annoyed with her.

......He is always free-spirited and unwilling to be bound.

He won't like this kind of heaviness.

She understands best.

So Jingliu didn't go back.

Nor will I go find him.

It's not like she has nothing to do.

What to do next... At least, let's wait until she completes her revenge.

Jingliu smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then I'm afraid that I will never be able to touch him until I die.

An uncertain future.

Jingliu walked out of the deep cave.

She was currently on a cleared colony of fertile people.

She killed most of the people above her.

Maybe there are many innocent people involved...but apart from an apology and a little regret after waking up, Jingliu can't give anything.

She felt her heart beginning to heat up again, as if urging her to set out again to find her next target.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in the air. Jing Liu frowned and looked towards the sky in the distance.

That was the fluctuation caused by the spacecraft...the frequency was very familiar.

Jingliu remembered that a few days ago, there seemed to be a team that came to this planet on a spaceship. They claimed to be from the Interstellar Peace Company... But at that time, Jingliu was already crazy about killing the Fengcuo people who were as dense as locusts. He didn't retract his sword for a moment and killed most of them casually, and the rest fled in panic.

She was a little more sober, so she didn't chase after him.

…What do they want to do?

Jingliu felt a little annoyed.

She didn't have a very good impression of the Interstellar Peace Company... Their methods were never clean, and they were always calculating and shrewd in everything they did, and would never let themselves suffer any loss.

But no matter what she thought, the people on the spaceship didn't know.