Jiang Liu thought about the moment of seeing Yan Zhuo many times, but he never thought that it would be like this.
Standing in an illusory black space, everything around is hazy with black mist.
And at the end of all this, sat a man with a pale face to the point of no blood.
At this moment, he was not wearing the black veil that never left his body, revealing his coquettish face, and a blood-red lip was painted on his extremely fair face. If it were on other people's faces, it would definitely be terrifying.
But all of this did not violate Yan Zhuo's face at all.
It seemed that he was born with this appearance, even said that such a face should be on his body, no one is more suitable than him.
Jiang Liu still remembered the first time he saw Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo was still very young, but in the Nightmare Clan, and even in the entire heaven, Yan Zhuo was one of the most beautiful men.
Of course it is not modest to say that this number one is himself!
And Yan Zhuo's veil was also worn by himself later, because it was too beautiful and too much trouble...
Even if you don't wear it, Nightmare will always stay with you.
As long as you are by your side, you don't need it, and those who are classified as your own by Nightmare are really very few, very few...
Jiang Liu still remembered that Yan Zhuo's mother was still there at that time, and she said that Yan Zhuo didn't need to wear the black veil when meeting someone who was destined...
"I don't want everyone to know that I'm gone. In fact, it's not a big deal for me. It's just a long journey!"
"If I really have to do it all over again, maybe I don't have to be a nightmare. It's really uncomfortable to live like this!"
"Everything is imitated, even the face, even if it becomes troublesome, I am willing to have it."
"I'm not good at parting, because I'm afraid that if I don't want to leave, living will become obsession..."
Yan Zhuo sat at the end of the black haze, this is his sea of consciousness, what he said to himself and other people during his lifetime.
Jiang Liu can not only see these, but also everyone or everything Yan Zhuo has met in these years, from childhood to adulthood.
This is also all about the sea of consciousness.
Jiang Liu has been silently watching and listening.
It is precisely because of this that Jiang Liu also chose to hide.
Some people are not all alive.
Regardless of what others think, Nightburn is a free man.
But Jiang Liu still felt a little uncomfortable.
Nightmare really shouldn't have left like this, they have fought side by side for tens of thousands of years!
Not only him, but also these few friends of Nightburn now, how could he not care about all of them
Even though they couldn't communicate anymore, Jiang Liu couldn't help looking at Yan Zhuo's back and asked, "No matter what, there are still many people who miss you."
"Yan Zhuo, Bai Ran, me, even A Sheng, the people you know miss you very much, if they know that you are now..."
"And we don't even know when you left..."
Jiang Liu reached out to touch Yan Zhuo who was sitting at the end of the sea of consciousness, but just as Jiang Liu realized, his hands passed through in an instant.
Nightmare is dead, this is the only thing left of him, and this is even more incorporeal, everything here is an illusion.
And Yan Zhuo's sea of consciousness would come to him without guidance, and it was also because Yan Zhuo was most familiar with him before he was alive, and this was the last-minute attraction.
Thinking of this, Jiang Liu's heart became more complicated.
Yan Zhuo left without going through the Naihe Bridge, but came to the Yin-Yang Realm of Hades. Presumably he also cares about his friend Mingyan, but...