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

She suddenly grabbed Yue Yu's hand and was about to ask about Jiang Mo's whereabouts and situation when Yue Yu stuffed a letter into her hand.

At this moment, Feixiao felt despair.

Because she knew that when Jiang Mo chose to use the most old-fashioned way possible, such as a letter, to deliver the message...

He had probably met with an accident.

But Feixiao couldn't shed tears at this moment. She opened the envelope Jiang Mo left for her with trembling fingertips. When she saw the lines of familiar and beautiful handwriting, the sob suppressed in her throat suddenly broke out, like a wounded little animal, crying and licking its wounds.

The double pain of mind and body made Feixiao fall into coma without realizing it, and this... was the second nightmare after the crazy bloody plain.

After the Third War of Harvest, she often had nightmares in which she dreamed of someone reaching out to her, but before she could reach him, he was completely submerged in the light.

"Not enough... Not enough..."

She had woken up from a dream in tears, but she knew that all promises could only be fulfilled on the battlefield.

She donned armor and walked to the front of the formation, letting the frenzy flow into her blood, using her bare hands to clear a bloody path for the soldiers to advance.

She descended upon the enemy camp like a meteor, and the mountain-sized monsters were shattered into pieces by her bombardment.

Under the gaze of everyone, she single-handedly forced the enemy army to retreat.

"General Skystrike! General Skystrike!"

The faint cry turned into a resounding war cry, and a huge and primitive will was awakened under her influence.

She stopped in the bloody rain, and said in a deep and furious voice:

"I promise you."

"One day, I will be faster than the arrows of the Imperial Bow!"

"One day, we won't have to watch a 'shooting star' fall anymore!"

After she took over Yue Yu's position and became the "General of Tianji", Ning Li, who had originally planned to succeed the chief of Tianbo Division, suddenly gave up the election, resolutely left Yaoqing, and went to Fanghu Xianzhou where she was recuperating.

Since Feixiao is going to take over the burden of Yue Yu and Jiang Mo...then she should take on some responsibilities as a wife.

For example... helping him sweep his grave or something...

......

Many years later, Feixiao, who became the "General of Sky Strike", led Yaoqing's cloud cavalry and destroyed one hopeless world after another under the guidance of the Emperor's Bow.

And this time, they came to a world covered with snow.

Under the leadership of Feixiao, who was already able to control Yue Kuang, Yaoqing's cloud riders unsurprisingly won another great victory.

But as Yue Kuang was used more and more often, the madness hidden in his blood became stronger and stronger, even to the point where Fei Xiao's self-recovery ability could not keep up.

After this battle, Feixiao's body was covered with scars.

This situation attracted the attention of local residents. They regarded Yao Qingyunqi as saviors and asked them to go to their villages for repair and treatment.

Apparently considering the need to check the entire planet, Feixiao agreed and came to their village to rest.

"Where is the girl's home?"

The girl gently wiped the wound of the fox general who was protecting them and asked softly.

Feixiao raised her head and first looked at the raging flames in the fireplace, recalling a warm afternoon in the past. She raised her head again and looked at the heavy snow falling like goose feathers outside the window, recalling him who was still warm in the cold winter.

Home...

She had told him under the moonlight that home was wherever he was, but now...

He is gone.

She has no home anymore.

Fei Xiao's throat moved, and after a while, he finally squeezed out a few words from his dry throat:

"The snow is so heavy that I can't see clearly."

(End of Feixiao Volume)

It is now 5:17 in the morning on May 17th. The sun has come out outside and I have finished writing the final chapter of the Feixiao volume.

I don’t know how many people will read my self-summary with the current data, so I will present what people are looking forward to first - the next volume is undoubtedly the Xiadie volume, which is also the final volume of this book.

Then there will be no more updates on the 17th. I need to organize the content and then adjust to the time difference. It’s a bit difficult to stay up all night just after recovering from an illness.

The following is my self-summary. Readers who don’t want to read it can skip it.

From the perspective of writing experience, the Feixiao Volume feels much worse than the Black Pagoda Volume.

I started to think about where I went wrong, and then I began to use some very conventional methods that I am not good at to capture data, such as combat, upgrades, and even some very deliberate... welfare links.

As a result, the data was not captured and the viewing experience plummeted. It was a loss.

If I ask myself honestly, I am actually not good at writing a heroic character like Feixiao. In real life, I would be a carefree, athletic big sister type of character. Old readers should all know that this is the reason why I suffered a disastrous defeat when I went to Qidian to write an original romance story.

However, after finishing Feixiao Volume, I have gained more. For example, the relationship between characters in this kind of cool style should be "pigeons" first, and then "brother, you smell so good, can you fuck me?"

That's about the feeling.

This is what happened to Fang Feixiao: he first treated the protagonist as an object of pursuit and learning, then after they became familiar with each other, they began to have some overly intimate physical contact, and then his true feelings were revealed by someone, and after a night of careful consideration, he made a declaration in front of everyone early the next morning, "Let's have a fight! If you win, I will marry you, and if you lose, you will marry me!", and then went on with his daily life, and Lao Jiang would just die.

All in all, I learned a lot from this volume. After the data looked bad, I started looking for other authors to learn from, and I really learned a lot.

Well, I won’t say more~ I hope that readers who are not interested in Feixiao will give Xiaojiu a chance and read Xiadie Volume. Please, I will write this volume honestly and conscientiously. TAT

All right, this is Listen to Zen and Observe the Nine Skies. See you tomorrow for the chapter on the two-bread cheese sandwich in the basement.

Good night everyone, meow.

2025/5/17

Chapter 1: Memory is the opening of a dream / Black Tower: It’s time to collect interest (4.5k)

"so..."

In the familiar white space, Jiang Mo touched his chin thoughtfully, watching the scenes unfolding before his eyes, a hint of confusion flashed across his face.

"Feixiao didn't actually lose her memory? But why didn't she recognize me when I just met her?"

After saying that, Jiang Mo turned his head to look at "himself" who walked out of the white halo, trying to get some answers from him.

However, the memory Jiang Mo didn't seem to have any intention of answering his question. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became mysterious, as if... he was deliberately keeping him in suspense.

Looking at the smile on the corner of the memory's lips, Jiang Mo suddenly remembered an old friend - Aha.

He also seemed to enjoy seeing himself getting anxious and angry about something.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo once again re-examined the "self" in front of him, and then said unhappily:

"Aren't you the memory of my past self that helped me? Why are you teasing me again? If you can, tell me. If you can't, forget it."

Jiang Mo even rolled his eyes as he spoke, expressing his dissatisfaction with the memory.

As if realizing that Jiang Mo was not going to take the bait, the slightly happy smile on the memory's face disappeared instantly.

"Tsk...boring." He curled his lips, then snapped his fingers lightly, and the scene that originally appeared in front of Jiang Mo was instantly replaced by another scene.

"What is this...?" Jiang Mo looked at the field soaked in blood and the extremely familiar, dilapidated Buli camp, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"The battlefield where Feixiao first activated "Moon Madness"." The memory said very calmly, and then turned his head slightly. His black eyes, which were exactly the same as Jiang Mo's, quietly looked at the young man beside him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Now, you only need to think about one question - how did Bu Liren manage to summon the blood moon so recklessly during the next two wars?"

"They are clearly a fertile tribe without a herald, so why are they able to summon the 'Wonder of Plenty' time and time again?"

"It's fine if they can summon, but the price they pay every time is simply the death of the caster. From your current perspective, do you think that's possible?"

"Think about it again. Without their leader, Hu Lei, the Buli hunting pack instantly fell apart. Where on earth did they find the strength and confidence to launch a counterattack against the immortal ship that had sent them fleeing in panic?"

The words of the memory were like a thunderclap ringing in Jiang Mo's ears, and the originally inexplicable sense of disharmony in his mind suddenly became clear at this moment.

"You mean... every attack by Bu Liren is the result of someone else's careful planning? Who could that person be? The "Negligence" of the Order of Abundance?"

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, the memory was stunned at first. He looked at Jiang Mo, who had a puzzled and serious expression, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and sighed softly.

"...I almost forgot, you don't remember anything now..."

He muttered softly, then reached out and gently magnified a corner of the battlefield wreckage. The next moment, the scene in front of him began to flow again.

Under the special emphasis of the memory, Jiang Mo saw a vague blue shadow appear on the post-war field, but the voice was as clear as if it was ringing in his ears.

"Tsk... an inferior race is an inferior race. Even with memory slices of this level, they can't stop him. What a bunch of losers..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mo saw the blue figure take out a piece of scarlet glass from the soil mixed with dark purple and red, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shortly after the Rememberer disappeared, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed—a warship made of wriggling flesh, a mad Bu Liren, and...

Standing behind those people walking away, the Rememberer was wearing a blue mask, with his arms folded across his chest and watching coldly.

"Fifty years is too long. Let's help them and speed things up a bit..."

Jiang Mo, who witnessed all this, suddenly felt a chill down his spine. His black eyes widened slightly, as if he was extremely shocked by the scene he saw.

"Behind Bu Liren... is the Rememberer from 'Liuguang Yiting'?! Their principles are not—"

"There's no shortage of rule-breakers in this universe. Like the little girl you know who has a star core hidden within her body, and some of the Rememberers in the Flowing Light Memory Courtyard."

Memory interrupted Jiang Mo calmly, then looked at Jiang Mo and said calmly:

"Besides, they are not coming for the Immortal Boat at all, they are coming for you."

"At... me?"

Jiang Mo pointed at himself in disbelief, with shock almost written all over his face.

"That's right. Remember what the last memory said? The so-called 'experiential memory bubble' is nothing more than a replay of your own experiences."

"Pativa was not mistaken. You are the Rememberer who traveled with the fourth genius of the Genius Club, Polka Kakamu, the "Lord of Silence."

"Of course, besides this identity... you are also one of the few legendary memorizers in the 'Liuguang Memory Court,' a Memory Master who wields the dual destiny powers of 'memory' and 'joy.'"

"?!"

Jiang Mo looked at the memory beside him with some disbelief. The memory had a calm expression and a calm tone, and his brain fell into an indescribable chaos.

After a long silence, Jiang Mo raised his hand without warning and touched the "memory" beside him, muttering softly: "Damn Zuowang Dao, let me see how many faces you have!"

However, when his hand passed straight through the body of the memory, his brain, which had been confused by the overwhelming amount of information, finally calmed down a little.

Soon, Jiang Mo realized a new problem——

"That's not right. If I were the Memory Order Envoy, then even if the Rememberers of Liuguang Memory Court didn't kowtow to me before leaving, they would at least respect me, right? Why would they come to stop me? Did I break the Heavenly Law?"

Hearing this, Memory glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and said:

"You didn't break the Heavenly Law. You just wanted to stop other Rememberers from breaking the Heavenly Law."

"Some of the Memories within the Memory Court want to 'memorize' the entire universe. In a sense... this is also a form of indirect control over the universe."

"You don't want to see this happen, nor do you want your proud research results to destroy the entire universe, so... you choose to resist."

"In the past, you gathered all the strength you could muster while searching for ways to increase your own strength. After all, you have already embarked on the path of memory. You can either move forward and become a Star God, or..."

The memory paused slightly, and an orange clown mask suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Become a true 'Dual Destiny Commander'."

"Your bond with the Black Tower and Feixiao was to fulfill your memory's destiny, attempting to take another step forward, but the result was unsatisfactory."

"So, your past self set his sights on Aha, who had been with you since you came into this world."