The rain was light and began to fall at some point.

It's like an inexplicable memory.

Before you even think about it, you're in the middle of it.

Light smoke cage sand, water mist vast.

Jiang Fei and the others came to the harbor fishing village, where there was a gap from what they imagined.

The fishing village is in ruins, with toppled houses and clay pots, and a noisy and chaotic stream of invective can be heard from afar.

"Youkai, get out of our village!"

"You magic boy, you turned your grandfather into a monster!"

"Hurry up, go as far as possible, and don't let us see you again!"

The smoke hazy the faces of the fishing village, and the insults became clearer and clearer, a little harsh.

Jiang Fei frowned slightly, the people in the fishing village listened to the waves and watched the sea all the year round, and they should already have some broad minds, I don't know why they were so resentful, and they were desperate to insult loudly.

It sounded like a child.

Just as he was thinking, the light fog at the entrance of the fishing village broke, and a thin figure slowly walked out.

His eyes were red, his face was dusty, and his body was covered with wilted leaves and some broken eggshells.

The fishing village used to be his home, but now he is wandering here.

This is a boy of less than ten years old, dressed in red, his eyes are still bright even though he is in pain, and he looks back from time to time, wanting to remember the beautiful appearance of the beginning.

A sound of invectives rushed out of the door, and pieces of vegetable leaves were smashed down overwhelmingly, and from time to time there were several fist-sized egg bodies, which slammed heavily on his young mind.

"Get out, get out of ......"

"The farther you go, the better!"

"Don't let us see you again!"

He didn't move, he didn't know if it would hurt, the tears were rolling, but he couldn't flow, he pursed his lips, turned his head, and staggered up.

"What is wrong with you, poor boy. ”

Murong Feiqing frowned slightly, walked up quickly, leaned over, and asked with concern.

Jiang Fei and the five princes then stopped and looked at the deformed buildings in the fishing village.

The white-haired banshee flew low behind, croaking and seeming to laugh.

The boy in red took a step back in shock, his bright eyes full of scars.

He lowered his head, bypassed Murong Feiqing's loving gaze, and continued walking.

Once upon a time, people in the fishing village would look at him like this, but now, it is all mixed with highly poisonous honey.

The gaze is sweet, sweet to the point of sadness.

Ever since his grandfather had turned into a green-haired monster, he had gone back to tell the people in the fishing village that instead of getting help, he would be subjected to such abuse and attacks.

Sometimes, the grandfather, who had turned into a green-haired monster, would come ashore to see him, and when the people in the fishing village found out, they would intensify their insults and drive him away.

Grandpa hasn't been here for a long time, and he no longer has any expectations, he just wants to get out of the door and get away from the sea.

He walked step by step, and the clouds and smoke behind him were mottled, falling back and forth, like a withering dream layer by layer.

"Son, what's wrong with you? ”

Murong Feiqing took the hand of the red-clothed child, stood up, and met his bright eyes again.

The red-clothed child had a wooden expression, as if he couldn't see anything, he didn't turn around, and continued to walk forward, his little hand slowly sliding down.

Murong Feiqing sighed lightly, there was fog moving in the clear smoke, she closed her eyes, looked back at the fishing village, and continued to chase after the child in red.

Jiang Fei didn't stop him, because the child in red walked very slowly, and he was wondering if the fishing village in front of him was worth walking into.

The fifth prince glanced at the red-clothed child, smiled casually, and said, "This banshee has been following us, do you think there will be any obstacles." ”

Jiang Fei didn't think about it, and said, "No." ”

"Oh?"

The fifth prince was a little surprised, but he was not surprised, he knew that Jiang Fei would answer like this, but he didn't expect that he would answer so quickly.

If the Fifth Prince felt that this white-haired banshee was in the way, he would have solved it as soon as possible, just like he did with the people of the Wild Waves Gang.

I haven't made a move yet, but I think it's harmless, and it's not bad to have a peculiar pet.

He would still ask like this, just because he was born in the court and was used to knocking on the side.

Jiang Fei smiled lightly and said, "What you want to ask is that Fei Qing is chasing this child like this, will it prevent us from entering the village to inquire about the news." ”

"yes, how do you know it won't?"

The fifth prince smiled, he didn't feel embarrassed, talking to smart people always made him feel relaxed and happy.

Jiang Fei looked at the child in red, he was now a lot more settled, and he was flashing his bright eyes, carefully whispering to Murong Feiqing who was squatting in front of him.

Jiang Fei's black hair shook and said indifferently: "Because, the child is innocent." ”

In the eyes of the fifth prince, a cloud shadow floated, and the smile was no longer scattered, and he said, "Yes." ”

It's like asking, but it's an answer.

Jiang Fei didn't care, Murong Feiqing had already walked over with the child in red, he was a little timid, and hid behind Murong Feiqing from time to time.

"Tell everyone, what's your name. ”

Murong Feiqing smiled lightly and gently stroked the hair of the child in red.

"I ...... I ......"

The red-clothed child was about to speak, but suddenly saw the strange posture of the white-haired female monster, and immediately choked and turned his back to his face.

Murong Feiqing smiled and said gently: "Don't be afraid, there is a sister here, say it." ”

"My name is Zuo Che. ”

The red-clothed child seemed to straighten his chest and said simply.

In the fishing village, the thin smoke is filled, and a gloomy gaze is flickering aggressively.

......

......

When night falls, the yellow-brown sand beach is quite peaceful.

The tide rises and falls, swallowing the moon.

Standing on the seashore, the curtain covers his hands, his cold figure is like a lone wolf, and behind him is the strange and rugged Broken Cloud Harbor.

The sea breeze is a little fishy, like an innate taste.

The night shook for a while, and the fishy smell worsened a lot.

A figure stood quietly beside the curtain.

If a ghost appears, there will be wind and grass.

This person appeared, but there was no movement, as if he was there in the first place, but he didn't find it.

The figure was cold and arrogant, he turned his gaze slightly, and the dark clouds on the horizon fled in panic and avoided it.

Mu Sha lowered his brows and said: "Last time in Jinyong City, you didn't succeed, but fortunately, someone sent it to the door, and this seat is not to blame. ”

The moonlight condensed on the sand, freezing a layer of frost.

The figure nodded, his eyes filled with a cold aura.

On the side of the curtain's mouth, the light and shadow dispersed, and he smiled a little suddenly, which caught the moonlight off guard.

"The third four-elephant spirit plate is related to the survival of you and me, and there is no reason to miss it again. I have given the order to go out at all costs, and it is imperative to win!"

The figure spoke, and Sen said coldly: "If I don't make a move, no matter how many people you send, it's useless." ”

Makusha sneered and said, "That's right, their appearance is all to assist you." ”

The wind is cold.

The figure was laughing and said, "I never needed to, you know. ”

Mu Shu tightened his teeth and said: "This time, the stakes are very high, you can't take it lightly, you have already made a mistake, I have to go all out." ”

The wind blew all over the ground, and the fishy smell was a little pungent.

The figure stopped talking, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Makusha smiled, reached out and took out a package, and handed it to the figure.

The figure didn't even look at it, and tucked it into his robe.

Makusha looked sideways and said, "You don't want to know, what's inside?"

The figure said, "If I ask, you won't say." Someone will tell me when it's time to use it. ”

"That's right, the strange things that happened in the Infinite Sea continued one after another, and the Four Elephant Spirit Disks reappeared in the world, and they couldn't hide the eyes of the various sects, they had already arrived one after another, and they must have been carefully planned. ”

Makusha paused suddenly, raised his gloomy gaze at the moon rising and falling in the waves, and continued, "This thing, which can disrupt their plans, and use it if necessary, is enough to turn things around. ”

The figure nodded, lowered his gaze slightly, looked at the thing stuffed in his robe, and said, "So, I should carry it with me." ”

Makusha sneered and said, "Yes, it can be used at any time." ”

The figure nodded, and his eyes were frantically intertwined with cold black gas, like a dagger quenched with poison.

He kills and rarely uses a knife.

His eyes are a sharp blade.

But what he was eyeing hardly ever missed.

There is only one person, and one thing.

It gave him a taste of failure.

That person, he hadn't seen in a long time.

And that thing is the Four Elephant Spirit Disc that appeared in Murong Mansion a few years ago.

His name is Winning Blade, and he is the hall master of the Sunset Gate Yue Huang Hall.

Comes and goes without a trace, and his whereabouts are extremely secretive.

If there is anyone else in this world who can find him, there is only a veil.

Winning Blade has been lonely since he was a child, and only the curtain can convince him.

Because, the curtain can give him the life he wants, as if it was tailor-made for him, sneaking in the night, secretly shuttling through the world of strangers.

Unknowingly perceive their weaknesses and kill them with one move.

The Makusha rarely asks him to kill, but only sends him on some covert missions.

Because once it is stained with blood, it is easy to be exposed.

Winning Blade also knows this, so he kills people completely depending on his mood.

When he is in a bad mood, he can slaughter the whole city, and when he is in a good mood, he will save the wounded.

The curtain was still looking at the moon, and the figure of the winning blade was no longer visible, as if it was one with the night.

The moonlight moved, as if trembling.

A jackdaw flew by, its terrible chirp tearing through the night sky.

With a flash of the sword, the world cleared up.

Pitch-black feathers fluttered in the night sky, and if it weren't for the bright red bloodstains, the messy trajectory would not be clear at all.

It's like a child, a chaotic memory.

A cold voice sounded, like the whisper of a lonely soul: "All the resentment in the world will be filled with my blade." ”

This is the voice of the winning blade, Sen Leng's words have not yet settled, and the others have already walked away.

What happened to make him so cold?

The sea breeze howled wildly, and the curtain squinted his eyes, revealing a gloomy smile.

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