I thought it was trouble.

Now that the wind looked at the blood that had fallen into the ground from the palm of his hand, he knew that it was no longer a trouble, and from that day on it was a dormant 'accident,' an accident that had been buried a long time ago.

I think I was young and ignorant at that time.

I think I was young at the time.

You think you can get away with the things of your youth.

You think that the past can really be passed, yes, there was a time when two people worked together to do something.

I believe in him.

I believe he is impossible.

I love him dearly.

I love him dearly, and he loves me dearly.

So I love him so much that I believe that those nightmare crimes have nothing to do with him, even if everyone in the world says he has, I will just believe that he is just passing by.

That's right.

'Hehe~!'

The wind laughed, laughing at Rong Ruo's nails, which were clenched into his fists, penetrated into the palms of his hands, and the blood fell and broke and splashed on the ground drop by drop.

Once believed, once loved.

Don't believe it now?

Don't love it now?

Has that undoubted love expired?

'Hehe~!'

The wind continues to blow, and the blood on the palm of my hand continues to crush on the ground, can I lie to myself, to the person I love in my heart, a silly girl may be stupid to lie to herself, I can be stupid.

I could be stupid for him all the time.

Silly for him, I will.

But one day, it was he who tore off his stupidity in blood, and he stood beside the murderer and nodded and called him brother.

Murderer, you are also a murderer.

The stupid person thinks that she is enlightened, in her memory or in her dreams, she listens to the amiable smiles in her ears, and when she sees the amiable smiles in front of her, she whispers in her heart: 'Silly, can I pretend to be fatherless, motherless, homeless, and dependent, can I stupidly think that I was born and raised, and the air cared for and grew up?'

"Haha~!"

Laugh.

Rong Ruo, who was standing, smiled, her face raised slightly, she smiled and said again and again: "Yiyang, Qin Mu, Qin Mu Rongruo." ”

Your name.

Your name.

Yiyang City is the place where you were born, and Qin Murong is your name.

This is a symbol that belongs to you for a lifetime, and this is destined to be a memory that you can't forget for a lifetime.

This extreme makes the heart cold, and the love freezes to the numbness.

I have 10,000 reasons to kill you, and every night I dream that the face that I can't see clearly, the outline that I can't fathom, turns out to be what you are.

Wu Jitang.

His eyes are as cold as a torch, staring at you, Wu Jitang.

Thinking that day and that moment, you must be much colder than now, you are standing in the air of Yiyang City, despising the ten directions and laughing at the ten directions.

Old man.

I knew there must have been an old man who rushed out first.

Seeing it with his own eyes, Qin Murongruo's guess now is as if she was present that day, thinking that on that day, Wu Jitang ascended to the sky, and it was the old man Qin Mucheng who was the first to kill. ’

That day.

Right now.

Now it seems that the day is about to be recreated, and just outside the gradually condensed cloud formation of the phaseless array, a rickety old spirit ape resolutely pounced from the ground.

Live to a green old age.

Old and strong.

The claws popped out, staring at Wu Jitang's body with a decisive and fierce light, it seemed to understand very well, it seemed to see that Wu Jitang was the leader of this group, so it understood very well that it wanted to kill Wu Jitang.

It understands it very well and makes it want to do it.

Would love to prompt it to do it.

The moment the spirit ape leaves the ground, its body is no longer rickets, its body is one of the bosses in the air, it is a good and strong kind, the teeth are cold, and the claws are even colder.

Kill.

"Whew~!"

There are all kinds of wind and sounds in the air, and all kinds of noise in the air.

But all the colors and all the wind and grass could not escape Wu Jitang's bewitching eyes, golden pupils, and sneering sneer.

Seeing it, Wu Jitang saw the spirit ape that jumped up and wanted to kill him.

His expression was not moved at all, and he was still cold on his face, but Wu Jitang's hand was already raising the bow and drawing arrows, and suddenly there was a cold light on the arrows.

Like.

It's like that day.

On that day, Wu Jitang's determination to the old man Qin Mucheng was unmoved, his murderous hand did not tremble a little, and he committed murder the same thing as today.

'Whew~!'

In front of Qin Mu Rongruo's eyes, it was like the echo of that day, and the sharp arrow crushed the air, piercing through the void and reaching the face of the old spirit ape.

The chill on the face.

The ape is like a man, facing the cold in the face, the face of the spirit ape can't help but wrinkle deeply, it doesn't want to be destroyed by the hole, it raises its palm, trying to catch the arrow with its claws.

"Whew~!"

The spirit ape, its palm is so dexterous, it succeeded, it successfully grasped the edge of the arrow.

"Whew~!"

The wind blows.

Its grasp is ridiculous, its grasp is so ridiculous, and the clenched hand successfully arrives at the arrow that can't catch the arrow, and the arrow passes through the palm of the hand and becomes the palm of the blood mist.

Soon.

Before the pain of the blood mist in the palm of the spirit ape's hand could reach the brain, the wrinkled and wrapped brain became a blood mist rising in the air.

He's dead.

In front of the eyes.

Qin Murongruo thought that Wu Jitang was so cold-blooded and ruthless to kill his amiable old man.

The killing karma could not be stopped, and Qin Murongruo's eyes continued.

I saw that day and time, Yiyang City was full of blood rain, and I saw that in the blood rain, my dearest and beloved, my dependence, my mountain, and my father slowly fell from the sky.

I heard that he was a coward.

He was talking nonsense.

How is it possible, he is my father, he is destined to be a hero, he must have fought until the last moment.

"Kill~!"

Right in front of him, it seemed that everything had reappeared, and it was still the appearance of a spirit ape, but it was much younger and more vigorous, a few jumps, a few cold fronts, and a few broken heads, it successfully squeezed into the completely stopped cloud formation, and it was even more successful in killing in front of Wu Jitang.

The slender claws were like swords, and they slammed straight into Wu Jitang's chest.

"Hmph~!"

The person snorted coldly, Wu Jitang snorted coldly in his mouth, and the spear in his palm shook, completely ignoring the sharp claw sword that was about to pierce his chest, and the spear blade stabbed out obliquely, but under the blade was air, how could there be the shadow of the spirit ape under the space that was being pierced by the spear blade, did it deviate?

"Hey~!"

Sneer.

The spirit ape with sharp claws made a sword sneered in his mouth, and when his eyes picked Wu Jitang's coldness, he couldn't help but mock: "Do you think you're right, stupid person, you better die." ”

Roaring.

The monkey's call can not be described as unserious, and the roar cannot be described as insincere.

"Poof~!"

After a hateful sound, after seeing a really loud, really real voice, the bloody demon red, under Wu Jitang's seemingly deviated blade, was indeed an excessive demon red.

Pierced through the throat.

I come out of the throat.

The blood was messy, shattering the false shadow, and the sharp claw long sword that was meant to break through Wu Jitang's chest successfully arrived, but it was extremely helpless.

The chest is like a mountain.

The long sword is made of water softness.

The mountains do not move, the water bends, the long sword is broken, and the spirit ape is blown away by the wind.

All of this is to show that people are not stupid, that the monkey is fake and smart, that it thinks it hides tightly enough, that it thinks that its methods are cunning enough.

It thought it had succeeded in hanging itself on Wu Jitang's spear.

He's dead.

"Whew~!"

The spear shook, and the cunning monkey hanging on Wu Jitang's spear became a blood-stained air, a blood-stained residue, which seemed to be a bit similar to that day.

Qin Muhai.

Qin Muhai has the posture of a hero, but the last knife to destroy his body was given by Wu Jitang.

Blood drifted away.

Qin Murong's eyes were cold, as if the blood of that day was drifting away with his own eyes, the mountains collapsed with his own eyes, and the beloved ones he saw with his own eyes were far away from him step by step.

Blood drips.

Is that it?

Qin Murongruo must have thought that everything he saw now was a portrayal of that day, under the spearhead of the ruthless Great Demon King Wu Jitang, Qin Murongruo became an orphan with Qin Muyang.

It became a duckweed that left the harbor and swayed alone.

Everywhere you go.

"Boom~!"

The sky exploded, and in Qin Mu Rongruo's chaotic thoughts, the sky also came to join in the fun, it roared, it wailed, and the pale of the electric light shone out too much of the pale and colorless faces.

The blood mist is pierced.

"Hiss~!"

Just after a lightning gallop, the spirit ape that was shocked into a blood mist by Wu Jitang's shot suddenly exploded into two shadows, and they separated and went straight to Wu Jitang's throat and head.

Immature faces.

Green shadows.

The newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, this young spirit ape really dares to think, they actually tried in vain to use the cover of heaven's might, thunder and lightning to kill in front of Wu Jitang.

Golden pupils.

Skull eyes, this pupil was brought back by Wu Jitang from Yiyang City, it can be said that he has been able to live in the battlefield dancing with death until now, and he has survived to win the position of general, all thanks to the golden skull pupils.

His eyes can see the lead.

His eyes could see the enemy's movements.

Calves.

Children, what can you do to succeed, Tianwei's roar, Tianwei's lightning light is more like a silent mourning for you.

With one punch, the whole dough becomes powder.

With a knife, rub across the cheeks and cut into the face.

"Hiss~!"

I don't know if it's Wu Jitang's mercy, or if Changtian has the virtue of a good life and deliberately wants to make Rong Ruo see more real, Wu Jitang's fist is to blast a spirit ape into blood-stained powder, but under the delay of this punch, the other spirit ape finally knows what it means to find death under the impact of the blood stain of his companion in front of him.

Repent.

It braked the car in the air, but it was still a step too late, and Wu Jitang's knife came out to stick to its cheek, and a blood line rose.

It's so similar, why does Rong Ruo keep covering his face with light gauze, because that day and night, his brother Qin Muyang died in battle, because the knife slashed his cheek.

"Huh~!"

That's it, that's how the murderer kills.

"Sting~!"

The sky is screaming, the lightning is pale, and under this pale special care, Rong Ruo's eyes are so pale, and when he looks up, he sees the cold rain and gloomy and dark sky, and whispers in his mouth: "Brother, Ruo'er doesn't dare to forget, Ruo'er knows what to do." ”

God can't be pitiful.

The spirit ape that successfully escaped from Wu Jitang's hands with a life did break into Han Xian's feet.

Then take a kick.

Life became a flower.

Everything in the future has become a moment of bloom and completely withered.