This sword that stabbed in the eyes of Da Mingzun was wrapped in monstrous blood, and it came very fiercely.

It was as violent as a rainstorm that was enough to drown the whole world.

Da Mingzun had to hand his scales forward and hold out a purple umbrella for himself to resist the torrential rain.

Yan Shisan didn't have any reservations, he pushed all the power he could mobilize to the limit, and he put the freedom he gave to Yi Xuyu to the limit, even if his body began to be destroyed and decayed by those runes.

He also had no reservations, for countless years, he had been longing to kill the man in front of him, if he could dream, then he probably dreamed of killing this man - but he couldn't dream, and he never had that ability or opportunity.

However, now that this opportunity has been placed in front of him, he must seize this opportunity, even if he can't kill Da Mingzun with his own hands after all, but at least he must push him to the Yellow Spring, even if it is a point!

As for the grudge between him and the ground burial, if he can still survive, then survive and count!

Killing all the business, at that moment, suddenly burst open.

The puddles of exploding blood are as delicate as peach blossoms in full bloom.

The exploding blood quickly condensed into blood-colored crystals, spreading rapidly from the blade to the hilt, and in an instant, the slaughtering business suddenly evolved into a branch full of blood-colored flowers.

This branch full of flowers no longer has the horror of blood, nor does it carry the resentment of the dead against the world and the curse of the living.

The delicate petals cover each other, and the faint luster flows, but then bursts out to cover everything!

At that moment, the flowers were full of flowers.

At that moment, the rushing river of blood turned into a Lethe River with no source and no end.

In the vast river of Lethe, the river of blood flowed endlessly, and endless bones rose and fell in it, stretching out their arms to the sky, screaming in mournful rage, resenting the whole world and cursing all the living.

A young man made entirely of blood runs on a river of blood, never knowing that he is tired or where he is going.

He is a taboo existence, and his birth and his origin are all mysteries.

Even he knew that from the moment he was born, he was running on this Lethe River.

Whenever he saw any living beings, whether monks or mortals, beasts or birds, he couldn't help but want to cut their veins, and draw the blood of its ultimate beauty into his body, and then he would put their remains into Lethe and be by his side, drifting forever with Lethe.

He wants to keep the most beautiful and complete posture for them.

Many people called him cruel, said he was murderous, and that he was a demon.

A lot of people died.

He doesn't know what cruelty is, what is murderous, what is demonic, he only has the ** of killing and destruction, and a feeling called strangeness.

Nobody likes him.

He certainly doesn't like anyone either.

Loneliness haunted him for too long a time.

But he doesn't have the concept of loneliness, 10,000 years, 100,000 years, it's just a boring time for him.

It's just a repetition of killing and sucking up the delicate blood.

Life has never meant anything to him.

Whether it's your own or someone else's.

He sometimes thinks that maybe his birth was a mistake.

Why was I born, where did I come from, and where am I going?

He couldn't figure it out, so he began to hate his life.

He tried to kill himself, but every time he killed himself, he would be reborn in Lethe.

The endless Lethe gave him endless life.

He began to curse his life.

Because he cursed his own life, the more he hated those who knew where he came from, and the more he hated those who could come to an end.

He killed Lethe everywhere he went, and he even began to leave Lethe to kill more people.

At that time, no one would care about him, that era was originally an era of beacon fires, wars broke out everywhere, and people were constantly dying everywhere.

He was able to find the battlefield with his instincts, and he was able to integrate the spirits of the dead into his body, making him stronger.

Of course, there were also people who claimed to be righteous, or who tried to defend their homeland, who came to kill him, but they all became his nourishment, and he sank forever in the Lethe River.

His killing and his strength have earned him an endless reputation for murder, he is the fierce god who kills everything in the world, and does not take anything into account.

Until one day, a woman came to Lethe.

He couldn't remember the woman's face, the woman's posture, he only remembered the endless pain between the woman's eyebrows and eyes.

The woman looked at him with pain in her eyes.

It's not his usual fear, it's not the resentment he is accustomed to, it's a ...... Suffering.

He didn't understand why the woman looked so pained, but he saw his own figure in the woman's clear eyes—it was the first time he had seen his own figure, and there would never be a reflection in the muddy Lethe.

I don't know why, when he saw his figure in those clear eyes, he suddenly felt that he was extremely ugly, and those things that he liked to the extreme and even went crazy for suddenly made him feel extremely dirty.

He didn't understand why he had such a change of mood, so he wanted to kill her and get himself back, he swung and slashed down with a sharp sword made of blood, but inexplicably turned into a weak palm, slowly sticking to her face, gently rubbing.

He couldn't remember the touch, but he knew he had touched something slightly wet, something warm.

He withdrew his hand and licked the liquid, which tasted salty and bitter.

He didn't know what it was, because he had never had anything like that in his body.

But he knew that something like that had endless magic, and all his arrogance vanished in an instant.

He looked at her, and she looked at him.

Then she smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, gently stroked his face cursed by countless people, and gently repeated the sentence: "Okay, okay, I'm here, don't be afraid, it's over...... There will never be so many killings again. ”

Fear?

He wanted to say that he was scared at all, but he didn't, as if he was really scared.

It was the first time anyone had spoken to him, and it was also the first time he restrained his desire to kill.

That day, he stood on the shore of Lethe, stopped his never-ending running, seeking and killing, and talked to her many, many times.

She even took him in her arms as if he were a child, gently caressed him, and hummed him a joyful tune until he finally fell asleep - the only time in his life.

It was a long time ago, but he still remembered it clearly, every question and answer between them, the way the woman looked when she said every word, the gentle voice, the cheerful chuckles, which fascinated him.

"Remember to call me Sister in the future, otherwise I'll spank you." ”

"I have a younger sister who is much younger than you, but she has a very beautiful flower called Manju Sawa to bring to you the next time I come to see you. ”

"Name, do you want to know my name, then you will be obedient, and I will tell you my name when I am happy. ”

"Let me tell you, I still have a little brother, always like to be coquettish, if I don't reward him, he will not do anything lazy, and even make me angry to attract my attention, it is really annoying. But what can I do, I really hope that he can grow up sooner and stop worrying me so much. ”

"I still have a lot of family members, just like you, who are very troublesome children, and if you don't pay attention, you can get into big trouble. But they also feel very sorry for me, if it weren't for them, I don't know how I would survive, and when you're ready, I'll introduce you to each other, okay?"

…………

At that moment, he realized what the most beautiful thing in the world was, it was not his instinctive desire, but the woman in front of him.

That day, after the woman left, he had been waiting for the woman to come back.

Before leaving, she had said that if he stopped killing, she would come to see him soon.

He no longer kills, no longer pursues the thirst for blood in his heart, he is waiting for her to return, he can snuggle up in that warm bosom again, listening to that little tune and fall asleep.

But the woman didn't come back.

The years passed quietly in his long wait.

He finally knew what that strange feeling was—it was loneliness.

Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and caught someone, only to learn that she had already died.

Shortly after she left him, she died.

Her proud family members failed to protect her, and she was reduced to smoke and dust and dissipated into the wind.

There were also some of them who even violated her will, insulted her, and mocked her.

That day, he finally knew why he was alive in this world.

I'm going to kill those people for her.

Killing those people for her was the only ideal in his life.

As long as he can kill those people, he is willing to pay all the price.

Now, this opportunity is finally officially placed in front of his eyes, and the most damned person among them can finally die.

He seemed to be back to the days when he ran above the Lethe.

It is a river that has no source and no end.

He can run on it forever.

Because one day, he will always see her again, standing on the shore, smiling and waving to him.

Then he screwed his ears as he did that time - "Come, call Sister and I'll listen?"

The sky is full of flowers, and finally it has fallen.

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