1429: C1429

C1429

Pear City.

Floral Island.

On the biggest reef to the east.

A man dressed in a long gray robe stood silently with a jade flute in hand, facing the sea.

As the waves crashed down, some of the white water splashed onto his body.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind him.

He didn't even need to look to know who that person was.

The jade flute was placed in front of his mouth, and the melodious sound of the flute was slowly flowing.

The man behind him was wearing a black robe, and his hair was a mixture of black and white. There was a deep sense of hostility around him.

"Ming Lang, all these years, you only know how to play this song?"

The man in black suddenly spoke with a voice that sounded like it belonged to an old man in his sixties or seventies.

The man playing the flute did not respond. He continued playing the flute on his own in the sea breeze.

The melody was melodious, yet also somewhat sorrowful.

The man in black walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The storm in their eyes made them feel different.

One was rolling and the other was calm.

Five minutes later.

The man playing the flute stopped playing, turned his head to look at the man beside him, and spoke slowly.

"Yuheng, have you learned it yet?"

"What?"

Bo Yuheng, who was wearing a black robe, looked at him coldly with his hands behind his back and replied in a cold voice.

"You have listened to this song for so many years. Did you understand it?"

Ming Lang looked into the distance with a carefree smile on his face.

"So what if you understand? So what if you don't?"

Bo Yuheng's expression was calm as he lifted his thin lips.

In just a few days, he had gone from being at the top of his power to being a prisoner on an isolated island.

Although all of the facilities on the island were complete, compared to the bustling life of his Pear City, this place was still a bit too small for pleasantries.

More importantly, other than the guards, there was only Ming Lang.

Life here was really boring.

Bo Yuheng knew that Nan Huaijin wanted him to repent here. But he felt that in this lifetime, he had never done anything that he regretted.

It was as if at this moment, he answered Ming Lang's question.0

"If I understand, then you are my friend …"

Ming Lang held the jade flute and put it behind him. The sea breeze blew the red tassel on the flute.

Two people with similar figures stood together, but their temperament was completely different.

"Friends?"

Bo Yuheng curled his lips and gave a cold smile.

"Ming Lang, I've always treated you as my friend."

"Yuheng, do you really take me as your friend?"

Ming Lang turned around and the two of them stood face to face.

Behind Bo Yuheng was a series of reefs. Behind Ming Lang was a sea with rolling white waves.

This scene was just like 20 years ago.

At that time, Lin Ange wasn't even three years old.

"If we are not friends, then what is it? "Enemy?"

Bo Yuheng's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness as his sunken eye sockets turned slightly gray.

"He's neither an enemy nor a friend."

Ming Lang looked directly into his eyes and slowly said word by word.

"Ming Lang, so in your heart, we are actually this cold. What a good 'neither friend nor foe'. After so many years, it's been a long time that I've had so much love. "

Bo Yuheng gritted his teeth.

"Yuheng, I have sincerely treated you as a friend, but you don't know how to cherish it. Yuheng, after so many years, how many people have you let down, do you know? "

The sea breeze rustled the clothes of the two people, causing a soft rustling sound. He scratched the corner of Ming Lang's eyes and felt a sharp pain.

"Disappoint? Ming Lang, do you know how many people have failed me? "

Bo Yuheng's facial features became slightly distorted.

"I don't know who betrayed you. I only know that you failed too many people …"

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