Swoosh! Yun Xiaoyao instinctively placed the sword in front of him. However, under Yanran's powerful strength, Yun Xiaoyao still flew out, out of the world and into the depths of the coding program. Lifting his head, he could see a strange machine forming a circle, constantly spitting out strange codes into the world.
At the very beginning, these codes were zero and one … but now, they could basically evolve into anything.
Just like chaos.
It was not certain that such a thing was encoded with reference to Chaos, but it was also not certain.
Without waiting for Yun Xiaoyao to catch his breath, Yanran had already arrived in front of him and kicked him.
Yun Xiaoyao flew out once again, accompanied by Yanran's dissatisfied voice.
"You're just a small character who knows a little about the sword. You can't possibly be a character who can destroy the world. Do you really think you can do whatever you want? Do you really think that you're a toy? I'll give you two choices now … One, die here. Two, answer the Creator's words and cure the Creator. This is your way out now, do you understand? "
Yanran wouldn't follow Yun Xiaoyao either? Gather? Take a bite of a falcon's vinegar? Toad?
She wanted Yun Xiaoyao to agree, or else he could die right away.
A useless person had injured Yanran's people. This was an unforgivable crime, an unforgivable crime!
Yanran seemed to recall some bad memories, and her gaze sharpened.
If it weren't for some reasons, she might also have spiritual aura by now!
She would also be able to unleash powerful strength and protect the people around her, unlike now, where Yanran could do nothing as long as someone attacked the people around her.
She was like a piece of meat, a front row seat.
Although her attack was powerful, she was also very durable.
Alas, she did not have the ability to taunt.
Unless she did not want to play anymore and charged in to destroy the enemy's main base in one go, Yanran would have to wait for others to destroy her home.
Yanran could not stop it!
Yanran could not do anything. This cheat only enhanced Yanran's attack and defense; it did not factor in any of her skills.
"Sigh!" Yanran sighed inexplicably again. She looked just like Yun Xiaoyao, invincible and lonely without an opponent, and a dispirited feeling of being unable to protect the people around her.
Yun Xiaoyao, who was relying on the strange machine, had calmed down. Looking at the powerful Yanran before him, he did not know why he felt a sense of fear. He hurriedly used his sword intent to cut off this thought, but his body was still trembling.
Yun Xiaoyao frowned. He finally understood where Yanran's confidence came from. With such a strong body, it did not matter what weapon Yanran had in her hands, as long as it remained solid, it would be fine.
It was enough for Yanran to wield it.
He looked at the tip of his sword; a part of it was already broken. It had broken when he had slashed at Yanran's neck.
Even Yun Xiaoyao and his sword could not do anything to such a strong body.
He could not imagine how such a person had managed to cultivate such a strong body. This was different from all the people he had fought. Yun Xiaoyao had never encountered a physique like this.
He hesitated for a long time before he attacked.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? You're just a passerby to Xiaoxiao. Do you really think you're made for the main character? Don't think you're me … "
From afar, Yanran's faint voice continued to sound.
Yun Xiaoyao lost his consciousness at this moment, only one thought left in his mind.
He wanted to go back!
"Ahhhhhh …"
Yun Xiaoyao cried out loud.
Passerby, passerby, passerby, passerby.
Nothing was wrong, nothing was wrong, nothing was wrong.
Yun Xiaoyao could not continue to be afraid here, nor could he die here. He still had many things to do; he still had many things to accomplish; the passerby still had many things to accomplish.
He still had to meet the passerby.
Yun Xiaoyao had never been a person who knew how to give up.
When he was still Yun Chae-er, Yun Xiaoyao did not know what it meant to give up.
When he had been squatting outside the wall of passerby, waiting for the passerby, Yun Chae-er had not known what it meant to give up.
Even now, the passerby did not know what it meant to give up, nor did he know what it meant to give up.
He wanted to fight; he still wanted to fight.
He wanted to use the sword in his hand to carve out a path, a path that he would persevere on.
"Die! It doesn't exist. I will never die in this lifetime. I will go back. I still want to meet the passerby … and I still want to kill you! "
Yun Xiaoyao stood there straight, endless sword intent spewing out and engulfing the machine beside him. It was unknown what the machine was made of, but even under such a powerful force, it only produced a small crack. It continued to crack, but did not shatter.
His own strength had also increased to a limit, a limit that surpassed the limits of this world.
Yanran was stunned as well. She seemed to have heard a familiar name, one that was right in front of her.
She looked at Yun Xiaoyao strangely. In her memory, she did not know when she had become sworn siblings with a boy, nor did she think that she would be remembered by a boy in such a way.
Back then, she did not hate boys as much as she did now, and there was a period of time when she would go out for a meal with her classmates.
But as time passed, that was all there was to it.
The passerby really did not know which classmate would be so lucky to come to this world, and still want to go back to see him.
Could it be his own family?
That was not right!
The passerby did not have any family in their lives.
There was no one who would feel sorry for the passerby, bring delicious food to the passerby, cook for the passerby, or give the passerby money.
If that was the case …
Who was this boy in front of her?
Yanran was confused as well.
She looked at Yun Xiaoyao, who was slowly approaching, and retracted her fist that was about to strike. Instead, she kicked out with her leg.
"Even though I don't know who you are! But a boy must have the courage to take responsibility! Don't you think there's something wrong with your brain to think about a man all day long? You carry a mountain on your back … "
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