Flowery-eyed butterflies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cracked eyes, the butterflies trembling in the wind, the cracked eyes saw only the butterflies walking alone in the dark, approaching every minute.

The hand forgot to push away Qin Muyang's dilapidated body, it was not that Mr. Wu had given up the struggle, but under the decoration of Tianwei, that beauty had succeeded in confusing his mind, making him forget the struggle, and his smile was filled with a little because he saw the most beautiful scene in the world.

And Qin Muyang, whose heart was lost and his body was broken, was also smiling, although his eyes couldn't see the favor of the long sky behind him, but those already gray eyes did see the gift of hope in the eyes of Mr. Wu, he was satisfied, and the revenge of the family was avenged, so what was there to regret.

Magnificent butterflies fall on the tip of a brilliant sword.

The night is already hiding a little light, and when the long sky has vented all its anger, the gentle wind will carry away the thick clouds in the sky, and even more so the dust on the ground.

This must be extremely cold, the frozen Qin Mu Rongruo's face and eyes are completely godless, those eyes can't see the bright world under the moonlight, which is full of misery to fill the pupils.

The frozen body just sat like this, letting the blood from the wound on her face slide down slightly, not so much that Qin Murong was frozen by the cold wind, but that those beautiful memories had frozen her.

What joy the girl who danced with butterflies among the flowers.

What joy the girl who doted on her parents' knees.

What a joy the girl who ran barefoot in the courtyard with her brother.

And how sad it is for this girl to sit in the cold moonlight

And how sad it is for this lonely girl to cry in the dark.

And how sad it is for this girl whose mind is full of the past, and the girl who is now stuffed with it.

From then on, it was as if she was the only one left in this world, other people's joy had nothing to do with herself, and other people's sorrow was only one-thousandth of her own, and Qin Mu Rongruo's eyes did not see the beautiful moonlight, let alone the peaceful world under the moonlight, only boundless darkness.

Is it the darkness that consumes itself, or is it the darkness that derives itself?

The wind moves, the trees move, and the sad people are even more gloomy under the confirmation of the black skeleton, and Wu Jitang, who is hiding in the high part of the jungle, is blaming himself.

A smile appeared on his body a little bit, his eyes saw everything, the blood on his hands was thick enough, and Manager Nawu did what he should do, and Changtian also did what he should help Qin Muhai.

But Wu Jitang will definitely not remember to thank Qingming for the long sky at this time.

The wind blew gently, Wu Jitang's brows furrowed, and the trouble came to the door by himself again, and his own affairs have been done, this outside world is really not easy to stay in, it is not as good as Shangwu's bloody wind and rain.

The wind moved between the feet, and the back was no different from the ruins of Yiyang, still jumping in the wilderness.

"Grandpa Yizen, can you really take me to find it?" Han Xian's tone of interest certainly revealed respect, and the caution and sincerity in it could not be pretended in a short sentence.

A Zen monk's beard fluttered lightly, stroked gently, and the old god said: "Monks don't lie!"

'Monk' I, Han Xian, am also the one who left home, Han Xian nodded with satisfaction, this will be convinced, of course the same monk will not lie to me.

Han Xian patted Yun Qi under his crotch dotingly, and asked lightly, "Where did you run away in the past two days?"

This kind of touching made Yun Qian jump up happily, hissing and roaring as if to say that this time was thrilling, Han Xian's eyes once again curiously drifted to the donkey of a Zen monk, I am forgivable that Yun Qian can survive, but such a thin donkey can actually get away with it, that is really unreasonable.

Obviously, Han Xian's suspicious eyes made a Zen monk's love of riding very unhappy, and he grinned at Han Xianmeng's bared teeth, as if to say: "If it weren't for this donkey, your mount wouldn't have known who to kill for a long time, and the soul would not be found." ”

Of course, these Han Xian didn't understand, and he didn't bother to understand the expression on the donkey's face, so he could only drift his gaze to the monk, and the more he looked at it, the more awe he felt in his heart, although he didn't have the sense of oppression like those big people, but it was also very strange for the monk to give himself a sense of tolerance.

A question on his face drifted towards Zen, but the smile on his face clearly didn't mean to explain.

Han Xian laughed dryly, and then urged Yun Hao to run forward.

The air smelled of the jungle, and there was also a hint of the smell of outsiders, and those instincts brought from the deep mountains Han Xian did not forget.

The questioning gaze once again glanced at a Zen monk, but still found nothing.

Han Xian's hand subconsciously grabbed a handful, and the chagrin on his face immediately occupied his entire cheek, and he scolded secretly: "Thief, see if I see you and don't slaughter you." ”

Han Xian was really lucky, the spear that was planted in the dust needed someone to support him too much, and it was obvious that the land that exuded corruption was not a place where the Phaseless Shenfeng was willing to bury his bones.

Yun Qi's footsteps became more cautious, because the horses who had been on the battlefield for a long time knew the smell of blood, and although it was very thin in the air, the shrewd horses and keen people could still sense the slightest danger from it.

Han Xian cautiously looked around, as if there would be a fierce beast jumping out to fight him at any time. And the closer he got, the more excited he was in his heart, it wasn't that Han Xian liked the smell of blood, but that he caught a trace of a familiar smell from the air, which was something he dreamed of, and he would definitely not admit it.

His eyes eagerly looked at a Zen monk, and he suddenly wondered why the brows on the monk's face were so deep.

Unlike Han Xian's innocence, the smell of blood in the air had once again flooded the compassion of a Zen monk, and he was indeed too late this time to have the world in mind.

When excitement was about to erupt from his throat, the anxious eyes were already shining.

Isn't that oblique in the soil the god blade that thinks about the tomb of his own thoughts?

And isn't the man sitting in the mud a thief who steals a gun?

I don't know why the person in the mud can actually make Han Xian suppress his thoughts about the spear, and the eyes that saw the spear can actually see the person who stole the spear.

And the first thing Han Xian saw was not to rush over to regain his divine edge, but indeed the sound of the moonlight that exploded on his angry cheeks.

"Thief!"

A loud cry completely pulled back the person who was in the darkness and loneliness, but the trembling of the whole body did not stop, and the things that he desperately wanted to forget rushed into his mind again.

Qin Murongruo looked at Han Xian's flickering fierce light with frightened eyes, how different was that person from Na Wu, in those frightened eyes, that person was the one who wanted to kill himself, and the person who killed his brother, such an opportunity, to defend himself, the revenge of life and death.

The legs that sat down couldn't stand up, because Qin Murong didn't have such courage, but his arms really didn't have the strength, and he grabbed the Shenfeng that was obliquely inserted in the soil in his hand.

And how can this Han Xian not be surprised, because it is his own thing, how can others easily get involved.

With his teeth clucking, his feet rushed up, and at this moment, Han Xian's expression was completely as if he wanted to devour Qin Murong alive.

Han Xian recognized that it was the thief who stole the gun, but at this time, the 'thief' really couldn't remember the mistake he had made, and his low voice penetrated his throat: "Brother, father, I want to avenge you." ”

I have thought about it or not, but what those eyes saw was the thief who caused my brother to die tragically, and the eyes must not be able to see clearly, and the power that erupted from the hands was indeed amazing, although the eyes were confused, why was it so accurate.

Have you ever thought or not thought that those eyes that are bewitched by anger are also blind?

Was the thief crawling in front of him in complete fear?

They may all be blind, even the man who is in the presence of the old god and has infinite power in his breast, because he is blinded by the mercy of his heart, and he is blind to the broken flesh before him.

The proud man has forgotten to dodge on his back, and the lost man has his arm like God's help.

"Poof!!"

The eager footsteps stopped, the proud spine stopped, but the manic blood gushed out, and the blindness in the eyes was because the things he loved were back in his hands, and this time Han Xian must have cherished him very much, cherished him so much that he put him in his heart.

The boiling blood was completely poured on Qin Mu Rongruo's face. Those blinded eyes radiated because of the revenge, and the fear and trembling were not relieved by the blood of the enemy, and everything they saw made the already weak heart completely wilt.

The lonely man finally fell into the darkness.

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