It was a chaotic battlefield.
The blood-red light illuminated the entire sky as the soldiers of the two sides clashed, smoke like fire.
On the other side of the battlefield was a man in white. He floated like an immortal and was out of this world. However, only his face was very blurry, as if it was hidden deep in the primeval era of memory, and it was extremely heart-wrenching.
"Little white, come back with me, okay?"
The man's tone was sorrowful and his eyes were filled with sadness and also a little expectation. It was actually like a needle, deeply piercing Bai Yan's heart.
Who was this man Yingluo?
Just as Bai Yan's heart was filled with pain, a familiar voice once again exploded from her memory, causing her mind to instantly go blank.
"I've already decided to leave with him. You can go."
Her eyes were filled with shock, and the scene in her mind instantly changed to another battlefield.