Chapter 2 prelude

Many years later, when Yao De faced the broken land and looked up at the vast and gloomy sky, he couldn't help but think in his heart that when he was twenty years old, he first saw the Dragonfear-class interstellar warship in the Centaur constellation, covering the sky. It covered nearly half of the sky, and it was a spectacular scene that overwhelmed mountains and seas. That kind of brutal beauty with boundless imagination, until now, still clearly emerges in my mind. Could it be that this is the end of everything? Many years later, Yao De's life was eulogized by many people.It has become the greatest legend of heroes in the next few centuries. However, at such a moment when everything is about to end, what Yao De thinks of is just a glass of cool wine, carrying his beloved guitar, and strolling in a quiet place. By the small lake, sing a song you like.

The fate of the so-called hero, could it be like this! How many all-powerful, blood-stained heroes, in the deepest part of their hearts, actually want nothing more than a glass of wine, humming a favorite song? That song that is always embedded in my heart... At this moment, the oxygen in the atmosphere is like a huge fan quickly pulling away the clouds and dust in the sky, like a collapsed ceiling, with the dark sand "fluttering" down in large swaths drop.Yao De's eyes had already started to become dark at this moment, but at this moment, there was nothing worth caring about, right?

Many years later, there are many later generations of scholars who want to know what the greatest hero Yao De in this mysterious and tragic Star Wars legend was thinking in his heart at the last moment of the extinction of all races on this earth.But they never expected that at the moment when everything was about to end, he just showed a faint smile on his lips and hummed a song softly. I inadvertently took the poison you prepared I know I'm going to be lost forever But your red lips still make me bow Cherry Blossoms in April Where do we want to linger in our dreams? Although there are countless loves in the world

There are too many broken vows in the world Seven nights, seven days Songs I wrote for you, painted paper but only with the evening wind floating on the shore of the sea I'm still willing to take the poison you carefully prepared for me from your passionate kiss swallow me in the world with you In the end, thousands of streams of light were swept away by Zhu Yan... Although the singing voice was low and gradually weakened as the strong wind pulled away from the surface, it was like a faint singing voice lingering on the beams, as if it had been forever floating in the atmosphere that had changed color forever.