At the end of the Warring States Period, the Korean Massacre and Burning Ground.
Looking into the fluttering white clothes with tearful eyes, Zhang Liang knelt on the ground, his palms bleeding from the nails embedded in them.
In a daze, he seemed to see the young man who looked like a white lotus standing in front of him. He raised his head, and the sunlight overflowed the corners of his narrowed eyes: "Brother, you are the only person in this world that I can rely on."
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Waves of blood stirred his heart and lungs, and his pale face was full of sadness, despair, panic, anger, and horror.
A pair of eyes as silent as the deep darkness, radiating hot light, seeming to freeze everything within sight.
Wind blows.
Behind Zhang Liang, silver hair was fluttering in the wind. There was an arrogant sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his cold eyes seemed to have a cold look on the world, not taking everything into consideration. The ridicule and ridicule burned like coming from the depths of hell.
The bonfire looked different from the eyes a mortal should have. The Qin army surged from behind him, but he calmly said:
"Even though you and I have subtle differences, we have the same purpose and hatred to some extent. In order to accomplish what we want to accomplish, come on, hold this world in our hands with me, and let us work together
Make up the rules of this world, no matter if you kill someone, no matter if you get injured, we will just take them down."
Zhang Liang did not speak. Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the sharp pain was still felt in his palms.
The killing sound in his ears was approaching, but his heart cooled down, and finally fell into silence in the silent wind.
Wei Zhuang waited for his answer without moving.
When there was only the sound of cold wind in the world, Zhang Liang's eyes suddenly opened. The scarlet color disappeared instantly, and his eyes were replaced by a calm gray.
He picked up a sword and stood up.
Dark clouds rolled in and thunder roared.
Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang ran wildly in one place at the same time. The two men and two swords attacked the black-armored Qin army together.
The gray sky and earth are mottled and broken.
The black tiger cavalry was broken into pieces.
Between the scarlet sky and the earth, rays of rays of light shone down, flashing past like stars.
The two men stood silently in front of the cremation site, covered in blood, like immovable monuments.
"Do we need to find the body and bury it?" Hong Lian looked at Zhang Liang calmly.
"No need, just burn it, it will disappear into ashes and there will be no more history."
The white lotus was finally burned to ashes, and sad laughter echoed in the burning field. Zhang Liang looked at the black clouds that dispersed, his eyes moist with laughter.
Honglian saw him suddenly kneeling on the ground and reached out to grab a handful of sand.
His fingers were stiff and trembling. Zhang Liang clenched his fingers tightly, and the wind blew the sand into the air. A piece of white jade in his hand was like a stone statue weathered by the years, revealing the mystery inside. There was no expression on his handsome face, only the bottom of his eyes.
Trembling glimmer.
The title jade.
That strong sense of nostalgia.
After all, he left behind a relic, and a vague, inexplicable and sour joy flowed quietly in his blood.
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Honglian looked at the jade in Zhang Liang's hand and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"
Zhang Liang shook his head.
"This is the Star Child——"
In the seemingly absent wind, a strange and clear voice floated out.
The three people looked over at the same time.
The man in a strange white shirt, black hair, and black eyes was distant, his voice flowed quietly like the dew on the petals of flowers late at night, and his eyes looked indifferently at the three Koreans in front of him.
"Are you the one who gave me this gift two years ago?" Zhang Liangzheng looked at him.
"Yes, I gave it to that kind-hearted child, but he is no longer there. The child of the stars is yours. Please take good care of it."
"What's your purpose in doing this?"
The leaves swayed wildly.
"The dusty blood is awakening. This is a prophecy and a reality, waiting to be remembered, reborn, and recognized."
The bright red glow was disrupted by leaves and wind into broken light and shadow. The light flashed so dizzying that it seemed like it was suddenly dazzling day, and sometimes it was dark shadow.
"Prophecy?" There was a faint mist in Zhang Liang's eyes, as if he was confused or confused.
Yao Yan looked up at the scattered stars in the sky and said: "The world you live in will one day completely lose its tight logic on the time axis. Time will no longer extend infinitely, but will become a cyclical way of breaking and jumping at will.
, destiny, reincarnation, time and space jumps, breaking the boundaries between Tao and demons, when the ancient breath reappears, stepping into the source of troubled times, deciding the road of destruction or eternity." In the wind that shook the leaves, his voice sounded like
It was as cold as a needle and shone with a cold light. "Please be sure to keep the Son of the Star safe. You will meet a young man with the blood of a hero. He will owe you seven favors. All you need to do is guide him forward correctly, etc."
Follow him...across the sea and Wushan."
Zhang Liang shook his head: "I still don't quite understand."
Under the autumn sunset, the distant shadow is faintly reflected on the ground, appearing and disappearing among the light and shadow of the swaying leaves.
"Assuming that I can see through what is going to happen, then on the contrary, I have affected the course of history, from the time I came to this land to this day, because a series of new events that could not be predicted have occurred, in order to avoid fate
It will be rewritten, so what I can explain is limited. Please treat my next words as nihilistic consciousness and exile it to the outside, trying to imitate absurd thoughts with a lie. Let time remember, regenerate, and recognize."
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"What you said is unbelievable, why should I believe you?"
The stars at that time were surprisingly bright and dazzling.
The man turned his back to them.
Lonely but straight back.
slowly.
Go further step by step.
"Whether you believe it or not, you can't escape the arrangement of fate after all. The stars and moon in the sky have been symbols of distance, mystery, future and destiny since ancient times. These patterns that tower over the nine heavens circle the span that determines your destiny, and you
The road to revenge will be closely connected with this."
The road to revenge...
Zhang Liang whispered these words.
"Wait a minute," Wei Zhuang clasped the shark's teeth and asked in a loud voice, "Who are you?"