He couldn't open his eyes, so he had to close his eyes and endured it for a while. The golden light in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he opened his eyes. The boy had already withdrawn his hand and stood aside. Seeing him opening his eyes, he said, "Everything yesterday was a great dream, and today was all illusion, and he passed away with the wind." After saying this, he patted Han Yiming with both hands. Han Yiming felt dizzy again. The boy said, "When I go, you remember me, and you can't say a word about me, and you can't write it down. It's not that I believe you, but because my deadline has come, you will only bring endless disasters to yourself."

Han Yiming was not a smart person, let alone he did this. But this day, the young man always acted unexpectedly. After seeing his magical powers, he knew that he must have his intentions and could only let him mercy. The young man said, "I will give you something." After that, he handed something to Han Yiming. Han Yiming felt heavy when he took the lead. He looked down and saw that it was a short sword, with a blade like frost, shining with a cold light. He quickly refused, and the young man said, "This sword is only destined to you, and you have a part but no part, and you still have to go in the future.

I realized that you don’t have to refuse.” Han Yiming raised his hand and looked at the dagger, then handed it back to him, saying, “I, I don’t want other people’s things.” The young man gently stroked his fingers along the sword body, obviously he couldn’t let go. Wherever his fingers passed, the sword body was shining with five colors. The young man held the dagger in his hand and turned around, looked at it for a while and said, “I have said that this sword is not someone else’s. It can be considered a masterless thing. Who will be the master of this sword in the future? It is still possible to be."

Although the young man said this, Han Yiming still refused. A gentleman did not take away what others like. This young man cherished this short sword so much, and it must be his favorite thing. But he was not smart. While he was speaking, the young man said again: "Don't you want to promise me two things?" Han Yiming nodded, and the young man said: "Okay, then you promise me and never hand over this sword to others." Han Yiming was stunned again. In this way, wouldn't he accept the sword? He was hesitating, the young man said: "You are really unrestrained. Haven't you told you that this sword is not necessarily yours, you just put it in your place." After that, he handed the short sword in his hand. Han Yiming withdrew his hand, but he was still stunned.

The young man sighed and said, "It's better to give it to you than to others. Don't worry, this sword will be the master in the future, and you can't keep it." Han Yiming half-believed and half-doubted, and the young man said, "The reason I handed it to you is because you are calm and took this sword and did not go to harm others. Do you still refuse?" Han Yiming couldn't help but secretly say that he was so cautious about entrusting it, but he was afraid that this sword would really not be handed over to others casually. He said that if someone took it to do evil, it would be better to keep it by himself first. He also said that this sword would be the master in the future. Although he didn't understand what this meant, he no longer refused. The young man smiled slightly and looked out the window.

The window lattice in the east was a little white, but the sky was still dark to the west. The boy suddenly raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the roof, and a golden light burst out from his fingertips. In a moment, the roof was gone, and the golden light rushed straight to Yunxiao. This golden light was brighter than the golden light with the word "no" in his hand before. Han Yiming narrowed his eyes and looked up. The sky was dyed golden, extremely gorgeous. After a while, the boy's body was filled with golden light, as if it was burning, but all the golden light gathered on the fingertips of his right hand and rushed upwards. The sky became golden and dazzling.

After a while, the golden light gushed out of the boy's fingertips became dim and no longer as bright as before. After a while, the endless golden light finally stopped and stopped. He withdrew his finger and sighed softly. Han Yiming kept looking at his fingers, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that he was quite tired.

The boy withdrew his hand and the sky darkened. After the brightness, the sky became darker than before. Suddenly, a few bright spots flashed in the distance, and they flew quickly toward this side. Han Yiming had seen his parents come before, and he was happy and turned around. Just as he was about to speak to the boy, his arm suddenly shook, and the short sword in his hand jumped up. The sword edge exuded five-color light, and the sword body exuded a faint mist. Han Yiming was shocked and asked the boy why he was like this. The short sword bounced up with a "brush" sound, and the sword edge trembled, which made his palm numb. In a blink of an eye, he had already escaped and flew into the sky. It flew higher and higher, and turned into a little shooting star.

Han Yiming looked up and saw that the meteor flew into the high sky and fell down again. He flew up very quickly, falling faster than flying up, and in an instant, it had fallen above his head. Han Yiming shouted, and he clearly saw the tip of the sword aiming at the young man. But the young man looked at the lights flying from afar, and didn't look at the short sword that was falling down quickly. Han Yiming didn't know where the strength came from, so he rushed forward and pushed him with both hands.

The push was pushing against the boy's chest, and the boy fell to the ground. Han Yiming saw the light in front of him, which was not as thin as possible. He looked at the hilt of the sword and reached out to grab it. As soon as his finger touched the hilt of the sword, he felt a little hot in his heart, and even his fingers became hot. The dagger quickly stabbed towards the boy. He used all his strength and dragged it backwards, but he still couldn't hold the dagger and was dragged forward by it.

Immediately afterwards, the short sword easily pierced into the boy's chest. Han Yiming's mind buzzed, staring at the boy's face. A faint smile appeared on the boy's face. Han Yiming held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and did not even dare to move, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he had great magical powers. Could it be that he had cast some magic spells again, and he said, "Benefactor, don't..." He felt a coldness on the back of his hand, as if water was sprayed on it. When he looked down, he saw a large piece of water pouring out from the place where the sword was cut, splashing on his hands, cold and bone-black, slowly turning white.

He originally said, "Don't scare me again", but when he saw a large piece of water gushing out, he couldn't say this sentence anymore. Seeing that his body was splashed with white, a thought came out of his mind, is this blood? Is this his blood? With this idea, he couldn't speak, and he was so shocked that he couldn't even move his fingers.
Chapter completed!