People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

......

The star raft that Jiang Mo was on soon arrived at Fang Hu's star raft docking point, and Jing Yuan and Jing Tian had been waiting there for a long time.

"General Jingyuan," Jiang Mo said as he stuffed three letters into his hands. "These are three letters from me to Master, Feixiao, and Ningli. Please, General, take them to me."

Jing Yuan looked at the letter in his hand, then looked at the smiling young man in front of him, and a hint of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes.

But Jing Yuan was Jing Yuan after all. The sadness was fleeting, and he nodded gently, as if he had agreed to Jiang Mo's request. Then he said solemnly:

"May your military fortune flourish."

"Thank you, General Jingyuan."

Jiang Mo just smiled softly at Jing Yuan's blessing, then looked at Jing Tian who was standing aside with a normal expression, and asked softly:

"Jingtian Taibu, can we...set off now?"

"We can leave anytime."

Jingtian responded to Jiang Mo with the same smile. At this moment, he felt that there was a kind of... resonance between him and Jiang Mo.

If you think about it carefully, two people who already knew that they would die at this time...of course they would feel a sense of resonance at this time.

Thinking of this, the two smiled at each other, then stepped onto the Tianzhuang one after the other, and slowly drove towards the direction of Yuque under Jing Yuan's gaze.

......

Perhaps because the other two planets were still fighting, Tian Chuang's journey to Yuque was extremely smooth, and even the breeding Zerg that were seen everywhere were not seen.

After arriving at Yuque, Jiang Mo and Jingtian smoothly received the Kanyun Mirror from Yuque Taibu Si, and then immediately set out on the road back to Fanghu.

As if realizing that time was running out, the cabin of the Tianzhuang fell into deathly silence, with only the low hum of the engine flowing among the sea of ​​stars.

Jiang Mo leaned against the porthole, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the sword in his hand. The blade reflected the colorful starlight outside the window, as if condensed with countless untold past events.

Jingtian silently controlled the course of the Tianzhuang until the familiar outline of the square pot gradually emerged.

"Do you think... your death is worth it?" Jingtian suddenly spoke, his voice as light as a sigh.

Jiang Mo's fingertips paused, but his gaze remained in the distance, "Of course it's worth it."

"They protected the countless people in Fang Hu, and the Yunqi Army that the Qingqiu brothers risked their lives to protect. That's the answer." He turned his head, a smile on his pale face, "It's just that Feixiao and Ningli..."

"Eight or nine out of ten things in life are not satisfactory, isn't it?" Jingtian continued in a low voice, but before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a shrill alarm.

Dense swarms of flesh and blood fighting ships emerged from the void like a swarm of bees, smelly pus oozing from the wriggling blood vessels of the ships, and the scarlet color condensed at the muzzles instantly tore apart the tranquility of the starry sky.

Jiang Mo stood up suddenly, with the longbow in his palm. "This is the last time." He whispered to himself. The moment his fingertips touched the bowstring, a bright blue shadow rose from behind him - the light arrow of the imperial bow pierced through the universe for the fourth time. Wherever it passed, flesh and blood evaporated, ship wrecks collapsed, and even the stars were dimmed.

The violent energy backlash made Jiang Mo stumble to his knees, his white hair turning gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. He tightly gripped the joystick, and the Tianzhu shook violently in the aftermath of the explosion.

Before they could catch their breath, the werewolves from the Bloodwind Hunting Pack had already climbed onto the porthole, and the sound of their claws tearing through metal was mixed with the sharp screams of the Wing Makers.

"It's... endless."

Jiang Mo spat out a mouthful of blood foam. The cold light flashing on the blood-red blade was colder than the starlight. He turned into a shadow and crashed into the enemy group. The blade rolled and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Wolf heads fell to the ground one after another, and the wings of the Wing Maker were severed...

Jingtian looked at the surveillance screen - the figure was like a candle in the wind, but he had cut a bloody path in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

When the Tian Chuang finally broke through the blockade and the bronze mirror of the Kanyun Mirror reflected the outline of the square pot, Jiang Mo's body was already covered with many scars deep enough to see the bones.

He slid down slowly against the wall, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the abundant coalition army that swarmed in like moths to a flame, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

"It's your turn, Taibu!"

Jingtian took a deep breath and outlined an ancient star map on the mirror with his fingertips. The light in the mirror suddenly rose, and a wave that penetrated time and space pierced into the deep space, as if making a final prayer to the god of hunting joy.

Almost at the same time, a purple halo flashed across the edge of the star field.

The Imperial Bow responded to their call for help and sent down arrows of light as promised, coming to end this extremely tragic war.

......

"Warning! Extremely unstable spatial fluctuations are occurring in the star region we are currently in. Please evacuate immediately to avoid accidentally entering the spatial turbulence!"

"Warning! Imaginary energy fusion is occurring in the star region we are currently in. Please evacuate immediately to avoid insulting the imaginary storm!"

"Warning! The Imperial Bow's Light Arrow is about to fall. Please send back the Cloud Riders immediately! Please send back the Cloud Riders immediately!"

Looking at the dashboard in front of him that kept sounding the alarm, Jing Yuan's expression relaxed slightly. He knew that the plan had been successful.

Upon seeing this, Lord Yanyuan immediately communicated with the Vajra Seal that had long been left on Yue Yu, and said loudly:

"Yue Yu, we have found a solution to the planetary activation problem! Emperor Bow Siming's arrows are about to land, come back quickly!"

Through the mark left by the secret method of Chi Ming, Yue Yu heard the almost roaring voice of Yan Yuanjun almost instantly.

She first rubbed her ear which was aching, then without hesitation swung her sword to cut off several flesh tentacles that had ill intentions towards her, and then quickly escaped.

Although I don't know what tricks these people used to invite Di Gong, but... since they said so, it's better to follow their arrangements and leave first.

Since the distance between Jidu Mirage and Fanghu is less than half a light year, it is actually relatively easy for Yue Yu, who possesses "Fei Huang", to go back and forth.

Not long after, Yue Yu returned safely to the command post on the square pot. She also felt the slightly strange atmosphere and frowned in confusion.

"You...what's wrong with you? Didn't they say that the Emperor Bow Siming's light arrows were about to fall? Why are you still frowning?"

After saying this, before anyone else could respond, Yue Yu blinked slightly and came to a conclusion that he thought was reasonable.

"Could it be because the Emperor's bow and arrows will destroy nearly half of the square pot?"

"...Neither, General Yue Yu."

Yao Guang sighed slightly, as if he realized that no one present was willing to bring up this topic...so let him be the bad guy.

So, over the next three minutes, Yaoguang briefly described their plan to summon the Emperor's Light Arrow, specifically mentioning the sacrifices of Jingtian and Jiang Mo...

When Yue Yu heard that Jiang Mo had joined the plan without hesitation, his face turned pale in an instant, and then he involuntarily took two steps back.

A moment later, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks without warning, but she did not continue to ask questions. She just leaned against the wall, crying silently.

After 35 years of living together, she has long regarded Jiang Mo as her own child.

And now, as a mother, she heard the tragic news about her child—even though she was a brave general, even though her child died calmly for the sake of the Immortal Boat...

She still couldn't hold back her tears.

At this moment, she also understood why the atmosphere was so weird when she entered the command center.

Because her colleagues... simply didn't know how to tell her this fact.

Thinking of this, Yue Yu's tears flowed even harder. The last time she shed tears was nearly a hundred years ago - that was when her master, the previous General Yao Qing, passed away.

And more than a hundred years later, when she learned that her child, her most beloved disciple, had resolutely devoted himself to a life-threatening mission for the sake of the immortal boat, the tears that she had accumulated for more than a hundred years flowed again.

As if sensing Yue Yu's sadness, Jing Yuan sighed silently, and then handed the three letters that Jiang Mo had given him to Yue Yu.

"...He gave me these three letters before he left. They belong to you, General Yueyu, Feixiao, and Ningli. I think...you should give these letters to them."

After saying this, Jing Yuan slowly closed his eyes, sighed silently again, and then focused his attention completely on the crazy jumping dashboard, waiting for... the moment when the Imperial Bow Light Arrow would descend.

Looking at the envelope with the three people's names written on it in his hand, Yue Yu took a deep breath, then stopped his tears and opened the envelope with his own name on it with trembling hands.

After unfolding the hastily folded letter, there was only one sentence written on it.

"The hunting star will only fall in the longest night, and behind it will be the arrival of dawn."

It seemed to be fate's arrangement, and it seemed to be in response to the "prophecy" left by Jiang Mo. Almost at the moment when Yue Yu finished reading this sentence, a very terrifying shock suddenly hit her, causing her standing on the floor to start shaking involuntarily.

The Imperial Bow's Light Arrow—had arrived.

......

When the purple trail of the Emperor's bow's light arrow streaked across the starry sky, the entire universe seemed to be splashed with burning ink.

But Jiang Mo was still slumped in front of the broken hatch of the Tian Tower, looking at the stream of light that was getting closer and closer. The alarm in his ears had long been replaced by a buzzing sound from a higher dimension.

He smelled the scent of his own white hair curling and burning in the high temperature, but in a trance he tasted the fragrance of bamboo leaves on the tips of Feixiao's hair - just like the clear smell mixed with the bloody smell when the girl covered in blood curled up in his arms on a rainy night many years ago in Luo Yuxing's arms.

The roar of the Ketu Mirage penetrated the vacuum, and the activated planet's skin peeled off layer by layer under the pressure of the light arrow, revealing the squirming scarlet granulations inside.

Countless battleships exploded into bloody mist like moths to a flame. Jiang Mo saw a werewolf general desperately protecting the cub in his arms before being annihilated - just like the farce in front of the Pingrong stage, he used his hands... to protect Feixiao's still fragile heart.

Tick. Tick.

Jiang Mo suddenly recognized the sound. It was not the timer of Tianzhuang, but the clear sound of a copper clock falling into a porcelain plate when Feixiao accidentally slapped the marriage certificate on the counter of Dihengsi one morning thirty years ago.

Back then, the morning light filtered through her shimmering silver hair, illuminating the words "marriage between the two surnames" with a brilliant red-gold hue. Now, that red-gold hue burned on his retina, melting the fleeting memories of the past into a flowing river of light.

"Do you regret it?"

Jingtian's voice suddenly sounded, but it did not come from behind him.

Jiang Mo looked down at his fingertips which were gradually becoming transparent, and recalled the same broken starlight in Taibu's eyes before he left.

When the tip of the light arrow pierced the protective shield of the Tianzhuang, he suddenly laughed, letting seven hundred years of time pour out from his cracked skin.

"See you in reality, Feixiao."

As his last shred of consciousness faded, he heard the rustling of bamboo leaves, like the wind on the day they first met, or the still-wet ink on a marriage certificate.

Chapter 90 "The snow is too heavy to see clearly" - Feixiao Volume, End

Feixiao couldn't believe his eyes.

In the past, she and Jiang Mo followed the trail of the Emperor's bow and arrows, and they followed the Emperor's bow's guidance to save one hopeless world after another...

It can be said that the Imperial Bow and Light Arrow are the spiritual sustenance of every Cloud Rider when they are in danger, and now...

Their spiritual sustenance, at this moment, fell mercilessly towards the Fanghu Immortal Boat.

Even on the battlefield farthest from Fang Hu, Fei Xiao could hear the sound of the meteor breaking through the air.

The light she had been following for so long now transformed into the god of death, making her feel cold all over, as if she had fallen into purgatory.

Snapped--

Suddenly, a string in her heart broke without warning, and an indescribable feeling of panic surged into her heart in an instant.

She could feel that one of her loved ones had left her.

who is it?

Is it the master who fought against the Jidu Mirage? Is it Ningli who fought against the Xingfeng Hunting Pack on the second battlefield? Or...

No, it's impossible—

Even she couldn't kill those fertile evil creatures, let alone Jiang Mo who was even stronger than her!

Even though he found a very reliable reason for himself, Feixiao's heart still became confused involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, then raised her head slightly and looked at the scorching air wave rushing towards her. A trace of... despair appeared on her face.

Her former beliefs and spiritual sustenance really rushed towards her.

but...

Perhaps because of Yue Kuang, or perhaps because the distance was too far, Fei Xiao was not knocked unconscious by the scorching air wave, but ran on the battlefield with a hint of despair.

She wanted to bring back as many survivors as possible, until she lost consciousness in the aftermath of the light.

She screamed furiously, but no one could hear her.

Until everything returns to silence.

When she woke up again, the first thing she saw was not the foggy sky, but the white, clean ceiling.

There were painful wails, the dripping sound of medical instruments, and the pungent smell of medicine rushing into my nose.

The moment he sensed these things, Feixiao's heart, which had finally calmed down, began to panic again.

She had been taken care of by Jiang Mo for more than 30 years, and she knew Jiang Mo's style very well.

If he was still alive - no, if he was not injured, he would not be here, but would be in that small courtyard next to the Qingqiu Army base, waking up on that small bed that could get the sun's rays with incredible precision every morning.

The first thing she heard was definitely not the sound of an instrument, but Jiang Mo's unique greeting that was gentle but mixed with a hint of anger.

"...Are you awake? Are you hungry? Master, can I find you something to eat?"

Feixiao's thoughts were instantly interrupted by a somewhat tired but gentle female voice. She turned her head with all her strength and looked at the woman sitting next to her. She tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth, revealing a... not very pretty smile.

The moment he saw Yue Yu, Fei Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the uneasiness in his heart almost solidified into reality at this moment.