The previous fight was too fierce. The direct consequence of the two letting go was that no one could control the final scene. After the light ball appeared, everyone had to do their best to protect themselves. So now, whether it is Cohen or Crow

They were all very weak and could only barely maintain a standing posture. What tricks could they do at this stage? They didn't hit the five swords, and the two exhausted and panting evil stars couldn't hold on any longer. They staggered and fell down.

, and finally rolled down the hillside "gurgling" all the way...

When approaching the foot of the mountain, Cohen was caught by a small tree and stopped. Just as he was about to lament something about bad luck, he suddenly realized that the crow was more embarrassed than he was - he was stuck upside down in a small pool of water.

For a long time, Cohen didn't turn over. After grabbing the crow's feet and dragging him out, Cohen's last bit of strength was exhausted, and he could only lie down by the pool and stare at the crow.

The two of them are now in an unprecedented state of desolation. Even though their clothes are in tatters, Cohen's face is black and his long hair has been singed; Crow's head is full of mud and water, and his cheeks are scratched by gravel.

Some bloodshot eyes... In short, it's really not much better than a beggar begging for food. Fortunately, no one else saw this scene, otherwise with the characters of Crow and Cohen, they would have to "silence" the bystanders first even if they risked their lives.

After about a quarter of an hour or two, the breathing and mood of the two people gradually calmed down. After the water stains on the surface were completely dry, the crow opened his slightly closed eyes and took a look at the environment.

After that earth-shattering struggle, the moonlight seemed to have dimmed, and everything was in a mess. There were tree trunks and boulders flying from the mountain everywhere. There were cracks on the ground, the soil was rolled up, and there were big pits and small pits...

"Before taking action, you didn't expect such a luxurious effect, right?" Cohen spoke lazily. He was originally lying on the other side of the pool with his legs crossed, but now he has started to drink water and wash his face. It seems that he is recovering well -

-This is not to say that Cohen is now stronger than Crow, or even equal to Crow. You must know that quick recovery is one of the prerequisites for Cohen's claim to be invincible.

"Aren't you going to speak?" Cohen wiped the rag strip of cloth on his face, and then sighed: "You are so paranoid sometimes... What can you do if you look at me and say

Are you paranoid and unconvinced?"

"Okay, I'm going to wake you up!" In Crow's silent eyes, Cohen threw away the tattered cloth in his hand, gritted his teeth and stood up: "You just wanted to give it a try, right? You also know,

If you give it a go with your ability, my life may be over at any time - now that the fight between the two of us has reached this point, what else can't you say?"

"Even if you want to rebel against me, the emperor, you have to be famous. If not, you have to charge me with a villain!" After finishing speaking, Cohen squatted down and picked up the piece of cloth angrily.

Tiao continued to wipe his face: "Tell me, why did you leave Youshuang Palace? What bad things did you do...or did I unintentionally do something that you can't bear?"

"As long as I do something, I never feel guilty." The crow was still lying by the pool without even moving a finger: "You didn't do anything wrong either."

"So what went wrong?"

"It's time, it's fate." The crow's voice became deeper: "Maybe I have become soft-hearted."

"You tell me another destiny, or I'll slap you in the face! The so-called destiny is just the foolish talk of the superiors." Cohen snorted from the side: "You have always been straightforward, why did you become hesitant this time?

Just get to the point!"

"For you." The crow stared at the moon in the night sky, his eyes looking a little hollow: "What does a friend mean?"

"What does it mean to be a friend?" Cohen laughed dumbly: "I thought you had already experienced it with me."

"You're right, I did feel it. It was precisely because I felt it so deeply that I thought of leaving..." Crow replied: "At some point, doubts are much milder than answers. In this case

It will probably be better.”

"This reason doesn't make sense to me. I am a person who must get answers when I have doubts." Cohen said seriously: "From your tone, it seems to be a very serious matter. Tell me, I am already prepared."

Already."

"No, you didn't." Crow slowly stood up and said, "You are not prepared at all."

"Look at my sincere eyes, they are showing you that even if what you are going to say is something that I am not prepared for, Cohen Keda can bear it." Cohen screwed it up.

"Towel" was thrown to the crow: "I have a hard life. The most important thing I do in my life is to work for others. It's not a big deal to have one or two more troubles of my own."

"Is that so?" Crow took the "towel": "I have already said that this matter is not because of you. The reason why I want to leave is just that I don't want you to bear the consequences. I don't care about the empire, you care more

I won’t take it to heart; you have already decided on the matter of gods and demons, and nothing can make you turn back... But this matter is an inevitable disaster for you, and you cannot make a decision."

"So, I will be the only one who feels uncomfortable talking about this matter? On the contrary, what's wrong with you?"

"Of course it's my fault, but the consequences are nothing to me, because I've been waiting for this result. Now that I've done it, people will find out one day. This is the mentality I had before.

." Crow shook his head: "But I didn't expect that I would also be weak, greedy, and have things that were difficult to let go of... So I escaped, and I even hoped that no one would ever know about it. Until

When someone mentioned it again, I was shocked to realize that I had been daydreaming."

Cohen was silent, but his expression was already tense, because he knew that to be able to push the crow to this point, the matter must be very serious - and judging from the meaning of the crow's words, this matter was closely related to him.

.

Why did he talk about friends? Could it be...

"Actually, I shouldn't have stayed in the Holy Capital Palace in the first place. If I had left after the assassination failed, things wouldn't have turned out like this." Crow continued to speak: "I admit that we are friends.

, I also know how much you can do for your friends, but the more I understand this, the more conflicted I feel... I have no use to the point where I have to use excuses to leave. This elopement is actually my last one.

It’s just an excuse, if you miss it, you will never have another chance.”

"If you leave at this time, will you be able to cover up the truth?" Cohen's voice was hoarse.

"No, but in the future, when we think about each other, we will feel that we are still friends. This is probably because we haven't found a chance to formally break up yet..." There was unspeakable sadness in Crow's words: "It's very ridiculous to be self-conscious."

Comforting, right? But at least for me, having a friend like you, or having a friend like you, already makes me feel satisfied."

"You say such things." Cohen's voice was almost inaudible: "It makes me feel weird."

The crow said a name without blinking an eye: "Fichet Shamei, what is it to you?"

"Friends." Cohen's heart seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, and he felt extremely uncomfortable: "I have never distinguished between good friends and ordinary friends, because I only have one definition of friends, and not many people fall into this category.

But they are all very important people to me.”

"This is what worries me." Crow held the "towel" unconsciously, and for the first time in his life, he was worried about what he was about to say. After a while, he continued in Cohen's eyes: "Fisher

Te Chamei is like me, he is also your friend... You have always felt that it was because of your own mistake that he fell into Luman's hands, so in addition to your friendship as a friend, you also have a

Deeply remorseful.”

"So what?" Cohen felt increasingly uncomfortable: "Do you think..."

"I don't think anything! I have been in Youshuang Palace for a long time. I know you are very guilty about that matter. Even if you don't want to admit that Fichet Chamai is no longer alive, the matter is irreversible. His death

, is a permanent wound in your heart." Crow interrupted Cohen's words in an indifferent tone. At this time, the look on his face was very indifferent. But in his heart, he needed to muster all the courage to continue what he said.

: "So, if someone tells you one day that this wound is actually because... the whole thing happened because of me, what would you think?"

After the crow finished speaking, there was a dead silence beside the pool. Cohen squatting opposite seemed to be petrified by magic. He stared at the crow with a confused look in his eyes. He almost stopped breathing. Only the muscles on his face were slightly twitching.

It showed that this was a living person... After a while, Cohen's eyes began to focus like a normal person.

"A killer must do things according to instructions, and I, like a walking zombie, must also abide by this rule, so I have killed many people. You don't have to care about my past, but I once hurt your most important friend - you don't care about this either."

Do you care?"

The crow's words trembled in the night sky, and even the ripples on the surface of the pool seemed to be aroused by the news.

"I do not believe."

"You heard it right, and you don't need to doubt it. I am involved in the matter of Fichet Shamei!" Now that the deepest secret has been revealed, Crow no longer has any scruples. He stood up.

Turning around, he turned his back to Cohen and said coldly: "I am the number one killer in the world. I can kidnap Fichet Shamei in front of the Dark Governor's Mansion and escape alive. Who else can do it besides me?"

"No." Cohen shook his head firmly: "The person who kidnapped him was a woman!"

"Do you want me to dress up again for you?" Crow said, "Is it difficult for me to put on female makeup?"

"No." Cohen still shook his head: "Why do you look the same as him?"

At this moment, Crow's thoughts returned to the edge of the Dark Province, and to the seemingly broken carriage - the then emperor of the Sbia Empire, Fichet Chamai, was smiling in his cold eyes.

, but that smile was full of unyieldingness and pride, making him both envious and jealous - why did he smile like this? His status as emperor, his family's ruin, and his current situation as a prisoner, how could he be allowed to smile?

"You must know everything about me, so can you tell me your name? At least let me know who did this difficult thing." Faced with the killer who captured him, Fichet Chamet

His conversation was still calm: "In fact, although I hope to leave the Government House every day, I never expected it to be in this way."

"crow."

"What a coincidence, it seems we have found the first thing in common with each other." Fichet fiddled with the weeds on his clothes casually.

The conversation between two people in a hostile relationship started from here...or it was the feeling of guilt in my heart, or some other emotion. Anyway, I, who was always cold-hearted, did not escort Fichet to the entire journey.

…

"Because you don't know...I originally had no face. I have killed many people like this, but I have never seen such a person. Facing me without a face, he did not tremble, beg for mercy, let alone curse. Instead,

To have that brilliant smile." Countless pain flashed through Crow's eyes: "Let me use such a face, this is your friend, he persuaded me to do this, he even made a bet with me because of this matter

...Before you, he was the only person I had ever had a deep conversation with."

Cohen looked at Crow coldly and said nothing.

"It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that he, like you, is a very scheming person..." Crow could still smile, although it was a bitter smile: "He asked me to promise that if one day I meet a

The scoundrel who calls himself Baiyun, don’t hurt him..."

After hearing everything Crow said before, Cohen couldn't hold back, but when he mentioned Fichet, especially Fichet's final arrangement, Cohen felt a sharp pain in his heart!

Everything Fichet does is brought with his unique style and insight, even this kind of final arrangement. This kind of meticulousness, this kind of thoughtfulness cannot be faked by others, and this kind of sincerity

Cohen considers his heart to be the most precious - why, why did such nonsense happen between his two closest friends?

When he experienced the incident of the imperial concubine before, the truth was like a raging fire that ignited in Cohen's heart, and it could spread to his whole body in an instant, from head to toe, making every bone and muscle roar.

Even the skin felt as if someone had cut it inch by inch with a knife and then rolled it over.

But this time the matter is much more serious. Crow and Fischette are both Cohen's best friends. No matter which one occupies an important position in his heart, when he suddenly heard that Fischette's death was related to Crow, Cohen's heart tumbled.
To be continued...