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The white light slashed the red flames, and the real sword pierced through Sima Yan's clothes, causing his expression to distort. He was anxious, warriors and mages were born with an attribute of restraint, he was unable to break this law.

Seeing such a miserable Sima Yan, Bai Long put away his sword in pity. After all, the reason Sima Yan turned into such a state was entirely because of him.

"Sima Yan, you can go. I won't kill you!"

Bai Long pointed at Sima Yan who was covering his wound with his hands.

"Tsk, who wants your sympathy?! You are one of the people I hate the most in this world! Anyone can raise their head and pity me, but you can't! "

Sima Yan spit mixed with blood on the stone. He glared at Bai Long's merciful gaze and felt disgusted and furious at him. He, Sima Yan, did not need such a vile person to pity him.

As he spoke, Sima Yan continued to use his severed arm that was still dripping blood to form a magic imprint.

"Flame Dragon!"

knew that his body was about to collapse from exhaustion, as long as he moved his fingers a little, Sima Yan would be able to fall flat on the ground in front of him. However, he was unable to move his feet at all, and his hands, which were holding onto the hilt of his sword, slowly relaxed as well.

He thought about his meeting with Sima Yan, and as he watched the Flame Dragon that was flying towards him, his thoughts gradually became blurry, as if he had returned to the past.

"Wow, you're amazing. You can actually use magic!"

Bai Long's mind gradually turned white, and an image gradually appeared. No one knew when he saw a familiar man actually summoning a bit of a flame in mid-air.

"Heh, what is this? I can even mold fire into the shape of a dragon, you see. "

A weak and tender small flame spat out from his hand. The flame was like a small bird soaring in the sky before it transformed into the appearance of a small dragon.

"Wah!" You're awesome, my name is Bai Long! "What's your name!"

"Sima Yan!"

"Just now, that move of yours was called 'Flame Dragon'. It was formed using the names of the two of us!"

He thought of his first meeting with Sima Yan five years ago, and then staring at this Sima Yan who had a face full of melancholy. Gradually, he opened his hands, wanting to experience Sima Yan's Flame Dragon, this move that began with their friendship.

"Peng!"

The red flame dragon collided solidly with Bai Long's chest, and the dazed Bai Long was actually sent flying. Sima Yan looked at everything in doubt.

"What are you doing?" I said it before, I, Sima Yan do not need your sympathy! "No need!"

Sima Yan angrily pointed at Bai Long who was lying on the ground and roared.

"Hahahaha …"

Bai Long laughed crazily on the ground.

"Sima Yan, I was wrong. Do you still remember five years ago, it was us who rushed out of this game world with our arms wrapped around each other's shoulders with great difficulty. Now, we have to kill each other for absurd reasons.

Bai Long's words also brought back Sima Yan's memories, and his distorted face gradually became clear again. As he looked at the battlefield, he thought back to the hell-like situation five years ago.

"Bai Long, speaking of five years ago, could it be that the girl you met in the Heroic Forest was referring to the reason why you betrayed me?"

When Bai Long heard the word "girl", he immediately sat up. He stared straight ahead, because Sima Yan's words just so happened to prick the part that he had buried in his heart.

Yes, hahaha, yes, I have wandered around this world for five years now, looking for her everywhere, but I have not been able to find her, but every night I dream of her, crying and yelling like she is one of us, no, she is also a player, I want to save her, Heroic Forest, I want to go to Heroic Forest!

Bai Long held his head and sunk into deep thought. Seeing Bai Long like this, Sima Yan also gradually lost his will to fight. He slowly walked towards Bai Long and extended his hand, wanting to dissolve the war caused by hatred.

"If that's the case, then I can understand you, but …"

Peng! ~

With the sound of a gunshot, fresh blood flowed out from Sima Yan's chest. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but his throat was already covered with blood and the hand of reconciliation that was raised was frozen in mid air.

"Sima Yan!"

Bai Long immediately became clear-headed as he held tightly onto Sima Yan's hand that was in midair. However, his hand was actually so cold, holding onto Sima Yan who was about to collapse. He looked at the treetop in despair, the spacious sky was already covered entirely by the dark leaves, as if darkness had always shrouded the top of his head.

In the distance, the trembling Li Jiehui had finally completed the mission that Yang Yingsen had given her. This was the first time she had shot and beaten someone, but when she saw Sima Yan walking towards Bai Long, who was lying on the ground, she observed that Li Jiehui had finally fired. Her fingers were trembling non-stop, and her heart was thumping hard.

"Si..." Sima Yan... "Dead!"

One of the players saw Bai Long carrying Sima Yan's motionless body, and he shouted with certainty, "Their guild leader is dead."

The group of dragons without a leader was fleeing in all directions. Seeing their strongest Sima Yan lying in the arms of their enemy, the only thought that surfaced in their minds was that Bai Long had killed Sima Yan, and they might be mercilessly massacred by Bai Long.

Looking at the remnants of the Anti-Dragon Guild's troops fleeing in panic, Yang Yingsen, who was secretly observing from the top of the tree, finally revealed a smile on his face.

"Haha, as expected of Bai Long, he ended the battle in a few moments."

Yang Yingsen and the rest excitedly jumped off the branches, searching for Bai Long's figure.

"Look!" Over there! "

Ah Tai shouted, but his expression strangely changed from happy to serious, and he did not notice that Yang Yingsen's expression had gradually stiffened up. He immediately ran towards the direction Ah Tai was pointing in.

"Bai Long, hahaha, you are truly my great general!"

Sima Yan shouted excitedly as he watched Bai Long's back squat.

Very quickly, Yang Yingsen realized that something was wrong, because he saw Bai Long carrying a corpse. He turned to Bai Long and was shocked, what Bai Long was carrying was actually Sima Yan's corpse!

"Bai Long?" Yang Yingsen tried to call Bai Long by name. He could not understand why Bai Long would make such a sad gesture when he was supposed to be the natural enemy of the other two.