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Mo Qingyu walked in the corridor full of classical flavor, not knowing where he was. The only thing that could be confirmed was the music full of joy and the noisy voices at the end of the corridor. .

When the end really became the end, Mo Qingyu, who opened the door, saw the grassland elves wearing various clothes that were only available in the last opening era, and the familiar and unfamiliar him and her standing on the stage.

"You...why are you here?" Maybe it was a chaotic trick, or maybe it was an interpretation of the illusion, and someone recognized Mo Qingyu.

"Can't I come?" Mo Qingyu strides towards the newcomers on the stage. The young people who bless the newcomers on the Internet have moved away from their positions. The one she looked at Mo Qingyu, and finally, she gave Mo Qingyu a smile: "Qingyu, thank you for coming to my wedding."

As a peer and a similar person, facing her gratitude, Mo Qingyu reached out to hug her, then looked at the groom, and he lowered his head, as if he didn't want to face her and her in front of him.

Mo Qingyu patted his friend's back: "You must be happy."

He and she seemed unable to believe what they heard, so Mo Qingyu repeated: "Don't worry, I hope you can have a happy life. After all, you and him are my good friends." Mo Qingyu said this, and saw that the whole scene was twisting, and a portal opened in front of him.

When she arrived at the door, Mo Qingyu turned her head and looked at the lonely figure standing there, so she smiled: "Thank you for allowing me to relive these years."

"I was surprised by your decisiveness." The lonely figure did not speak, but a sound like a bell rang in Mo Qingyu's mind.

"Do you think that as a sentimental creature, you should be addicted to the fragments of the past?" Mo Qingyu looked at the black shadow in front of her. She did not speak, but the answers and questions had already taken shape in her mind.

Just as Mo Qingyu imagined, Black Shadow's answer came as promised: "I just simply feel that a cute little thing like you should naturally miss the beauty, love, the most beautiful feelings in the world, right?"

"No, love will fade, memories will become fragmented, and the past feelings become worthless in the torrent of time. For me... hatred is no longer the most important part of my life." After the answer, Mo Qingyu stepped into the portal: "Thank you for this gift to me, which will relieve me... I hope that your lackeys in Valuport can bring us surprises."

"It should be so. A cute little life, come back to that city soon. I hope that our next meeting will bring surprises to each other." The black shadow took off the hat on his head and performed a gentlemanly manner.

"It's not as good as next time between you and me." Mo Qingyu retreated into the portal with such a sigh.

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Sitting in the chair and watching the vortex in the sky grow bigger and bigger, Yan smiled. At this moment, the kittens on the entire boat had already entered a dream except for her.

"I don't know what kind of dream this time will be." The moment I closed my eyes, a sigh sounded in Yan's heart: "But even if there is a change, it is not the change I expected... Life is unsatisfactory, so it's very good."

Opening his eyes, there were no longer decks and howling winds around him, but ruins and midnight. The burning ashes were flying in the air, and the screams of death floated over the city, raised his legs, held his chin with his left hand, and frowned. The cat girl found that everything in front of her had a heavy sense of strangeness.

But all of this also has a very familiar memory for Yan.

"In 1853, late autumn... Roland Wador... is such a good place, are you right, Marceau." He stood up and picked up the sword from the back of the chair. The red elements condensed into a fiery red windbreaker. The hem rolled over like a flame, kicking the carbonized wooden door. Facing the enemy who heard the sound, the flame raised his left hand, and the silver-seeking arrow on the arm crossbow penetrated the corrupt body that had already taken out the alarm signal gun. The latter was penetrated by the silver-seeking arrow through the head and soul stone, and fell to the ground without a sound, which was so big green.

A spear that shook his body and let the stabbing come down with the hilt, used the hilt to knock down the dead bone, drew out the sword's flame and leaped the dead bone mage who was casting the spell to the ground. The long sword shattered its soul stone through its ribs.

Release the sword and grab the arm that was stabbed by the dagger with his left hand. The next second, the rotten body was directly ignited by Yan's spell. It wailed, and Yan turned around and pulled the sword from the dead body. As soon as the dead body struggled to get up, a long sword nailed it to the ground from behind, grasping its head, and the cat girl with flame in her left hand pressed her hand on its skull, and the wail echoed in Yan's mind. It was a pain from the soul.

It was not until the soul stone of the dead bone was ignited that Yan took back the sword.

"It's such a waste-like opponent, not even spiritual at all..." He waved the sword and threw away the filth on it. He heard the sound of fighting nearby. Following his memory, he walked through the corner made of ruins and saw the cat take out a flying axe from the opponent's flying axe bag, a short body letting the lightning arrow. At the same time, the flying axe shot the waste full of pus and scattering a flower like a celestial girl.

It's still an action in my memory...Marceau, long time no see.

Thinking of this, Yan smiled and said, "Good skills, Marceau."

Looking back on that year, this should be the first formal conversation between me and the cat in front of me. In the following battle, when we noticed each other's cat and cat girl, we realized that each other was the sweetest memories.

Such a situation is even repeated a million times...

The sound from behind made the cat turn its head, and then the cat was silent for a moment, then shook its head with a smile, raised its combat boots, and slashed the soul stone that the assassin had fallen on the street.

"You know, I've always been good at it," he said.

"…Welcome to Roland Wador, Marceau." Yan walked to his peers.

"Well... I'm back." Marceau continued.

It seems that it was not the original conversation, but so what? How could the beauty of the past be presented to you in its original form?

"Look...Yan, those seem to be enemies." He said.

"Yes, Marceau, those are enemies." She smiled.

I remember that the two people I admire called each other like this. Yan smiled, like the cats around her, blessed each other as before, clapped their high fives, and then faced the enemy as before.

This is really a beautiful dream. The flashing body made the evil spirit knight who had come over the impact cut the sword in his hand and then the dead body on his back. The sacred energy whip in his left hand rolled up a rotten body and smashed it on the body of the same kind composed of venom in the distance. Watching the dark green venom sputtering out, the flames flew up and kicked the evil spirit knight out of balance.

On the other hand, he knocked down three cats who died by chopping melons and vegetables. At this time, he finally had time. He let go of the long sword that nailed the dwarf to the ground, and rushed towards the evil knight with a nail hammer in his hands. The latter only remembered the kick of the flame and did not notice the movement of the cat at all. Therefore, when the cat smashed the knee of its left leg with one hammer, the guy realized that he was not facing a kitten.

The next second, the sharp side of the nail hammer nailed into its head, and the silver-infiltrated and blessed weapon ignited its shell in an instant.

The head of the evil spirit knight was broken directly, and the cat turned around and threw the mace at the flame. The cat girl also threw the long sword in her hand over, took the mace, and rolled the whip in her left hand around the approaching dead bone. The next second, the mace, the blunt side of the mace, smashed its skull into pieces, grabbed the flying soul stone, and threw it on the face of the human being who rushed over to fight with the hand. The dry eye socket of the dead bone was just enough to accommodate the soul stone, but the next second, the mace hit its head and the soul stone in the eye socket into the soil under her feet.

Turning around, throwing the nail hammer to his friend, and taking the thrown sword at the same time. The cat girl used it to block the sword that was slashed. At this moment, as if she had gained a new life, joy bloomed on Yan's face. She pushed away the dead bone in front of her, and threw out the sword in her hand, nailing the mouse who wanted to hurt people in the distance to the burning ruins. She let it wail because of the flames, turned around, took the sword handed over by the cat cub, and handed the opponent behind him. Yan faced the opponent who was chasing the cat cub. The blessing of the bear power shone on her body. The cat girl, who cut the opponent into four pieces, waved the sacred whip in her hand, and the dwarf who was chosen to be the target was directly shattered by the holy energy whip.

Without turning around, he directly reached out to catch the black rayon stone sword thrown by the cat. The two swords crossed the flames in his hands and used two long swords to block the giant sword slashed down in front of him. The next second, a lightning arrow smashed the head of the tall skeleton.

Kicking its corpse away, Yan cut the last jumping dwarf in front of him into pieces, turned around and happened to see the cat pulling out his long sword from the big man's chest.

"These guys are still the same, they are really careless." Looking at the familiar Marceau in front of him, Yan's face was full of smiles.

"Yes, as always, it's not enough to beat him." The cat also grinned: "What a fragile guy."

Looking at his familiar peers in front of him, Yan reached out and stroked his ears, which aroused his doubts: "What's wrong, Yan."

"Well... it's great to see you again." At this moment, Yan's face was full of smiles, but she knew that all this was a dream, even if it was so real.
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