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This was not the first time yesterday that the two armies had seen each other face to head.

The smell of blood lingering on the tip of the nose was mixed with the smell of corruption and rust, depressed and solemn, heavy and sad, and there was a slight feeling of discomfort in the stomach.

Yesterday Fei put his hand over his lips to hide that weird and crazy smile. She knew that after more than three years in this kind of place, she herself had already undergone some changes, she was not a true pure white soul nor Anshia with absolute faith, she could not deceive herself into turning a blind eye to the darkness.

So it's destined that she will be impregnated by it, but at least this heart is getting harder and harder.

Blood streaked across the cold arc of the night, and the pale full moon behind it gilded it with a layer of cold color.

"Soaring Dust...... handsome face, gorgeously robed young man, every time he raised his hand, someone turned into fluorescent and dissipated.

But there are too many enemies~!And there are masters sent in from all sides, the young man's expression is still calm, and every time he raises his hand, he is still calm and sharp, but his speed is getting slower and slower, and his body has become messy and embarrassed.

The filaments extending from the fingertips of the dust slowly hibernated in the crowd, and he was like a diligent spider, weaving the last web of life with patience and life.

Biaochen probably could kill happily, not hiding the anger in his eyes, provoking a bloody and wanton smile, his lips moved slightly and said softly: "Bind!|."

The cobwebs are folded away, and hundreds of lives are covered in them.

"Hide!" The sharp filaments cut the prey in the net into pieces, countless fluorescent lights flew away, and the immortal blood embellished them with different colors, poignant!

And yesterday was hidden in the shadows of the shadows, watching quietly, waiting for the hunter to run out of strength in the endless prey, and the role was reversed.

She did owe him some kindness, and she didn't take it seriously.

But she has seen too much of people's inferior nature, and she will never know how to cherish what she gets easily.

She had verified this in the body of the omamori.

She needed his guilt to turn into a blade against the Guardian, forcing him to respond and despair in order to complete her first temper of ruthlessness.

Human beings have always been creatures who are good at shirking their responsibilities and escaping reality.

Tired! Extremely tired! Why hasn't she come yet? Didn't she say that if she broke the jade pendant, she would rush to his side immediately?

Soaring Dust once again threw out the cold spider in his hand, and couldn't help but resent because of dissatisfaction.

Inadequate...... Such a look is not desperate enough, it is not enough to imprint a person from the eyes to the bottom of the heart, and to see the person who pulls himself out of despair as light.

You will be grateful but eventually resentful, so you will not feel guilty and want to escape and shift the blame to others, which is a false psychological comfort for yourself.

It wasn't the first time he had fought in exhaustion, but this time it felt extraordinarily long, so long that he could barely see the glimmer of the rising sun.

Killing has long become instinct, he enjoys and rejoices, but at this time killing is just a mechanical and numb action, just because he is unwilling to die in defeat.

He couldn't help but wonder if the girl with clear eyes who claimed to be yesterday had died on the road, and the luthier who was noticed by all parties was not her......

It seems that he is really too tired to have such an idea! There was no way back when he made such a decision.

If the girl didn't come or the person who came wasn't the violinist, then he would have only died outside the city lord's mansion, and under the ridicule of countless people, he turned into a spirit son and flew away because of lies, and he didn't even have a way to escape......

So, come on, come on! Soaring dust prayed and prayed in his heart in despair!

He really couldn't hold on anymore, and every extra breath felt like he was fighting for his life with death, which was a luxury.

Come on, come on! Hurricane screamed in despair in his heart.

And this cry of supplication eventually turned into a voice that overflowed from his mouth: "Yesterday, will you come?"

The words that did not ask for an answer were met with an unexpected response: "Leave it to me, I'm coming." ”

The black cloak was obviously the color of blocking the light in the middle of the night, but it turned into a glimmer of light in the eyes of Soaring Dust.

And that's enough for yesterday.

A person who was born in darkness and grew up in killing, even if he felt the light, it was a luxury, not to mention that this light really shone on his body at this time, warm and clean, full of bright hope called life.

And this kind of light has to be repented by one's own hands, what kind of despair will this produce, and how heavy guilt and deep resentment will this despair be transformed?

Yesterday was not very much looking forward to it.

The sound of the piano sounded with violentness, and it seemed that it was not the soft fingers and the slender strings that played them, but the clashing of swords and the wails of dying.

Surrounded by the killing illusion created by the sound of the piano, people can't help but fight with all their might, and the enemies they see as their betrayed 'companions' are still their accomplices who are still standing side by side. Countless powerful martial arts and spells...... Exploding in the crowd, there were countless fluorescent lights flying around every strong man sent by the big man, and the blood stained one bluestone after another.

Unlike the tyrannical and murderous piano sound under her fingers, the woman hummed a soft tune in her mouth, gentle, gentle with shallow joy and joy.

The only thing he could hear was that his body, which was almost collapsed, had been injected with vitality and vitality again, and the light and dark injuries on his body were constantly recovering and improving.

Biaochen looked up at the girl who was standing in front of him and didn't retreat, with a complicated expression.

The wide black robe was somewhat messy on the ground, and the girl wrapped in the black robe was thin and thin, and she sat cross-legged with a somewhat dilapidated guqin on her lap, and drew one note after another under her fingers to turn into a sonata of death.

Powerful but also vulnerable.

Soaring Dust waited quietly, as quietly as before, waiting for enough prey to step into the death trap that had already been laid out.

At the same time, it is also accumulating the power of a lore.

……

The sharp blade pierced Yesterday's heart, from the direction of the back.

The girl reluctantly hooked a plosive sound, bringing out a huge impact, sending out Xu Yuan except for the people behind her.

Watching the bright tip of the sword that came out of her chest gradually blurred, she slowly turned her head with sadness in her eyes.

I only heard her sigh softly: "Why you!" to the benefactor who first gave help.

Then she closed her eyes like the night sky appointedly, covering the eyes that were once as bright as the stars.

The rebels surrounding the City Lord's Mansion quickly retreated, and yesterday Fei was also taken away.

Biaochen returned to his residence in silence, he couldn't even remember the conversation with his father, he only remembered the woman's sadness and understanding, his father's laughter, and the red that oozed from his own piercing of her body.

Biao Chen looked at the ring in his hand in silence, it contained everything he needed at this time, and it was also this hand that drew a sharp blade and pierced through the body of the woman who stood in front of him to block the tide of enemies for him.

Although those enemies will become his accomplices whenever she appears......