When Tang Bai woke up, it was night, and a little light was like fluorescent light, faint and dim.

Yan Feifei lay on the side of Tang Bai's bed, snoring like thunder; she was really tired these days; kidnapping, jumping off a cliff, being trapped in a stone cave for more than two months after losing her relatives, and going around in the mountains, killing people, chasing and killing, a series of things were endless, wandering between life and death, few people could bear it.

Maybe for more than a decade, all of her experiences, the most dangerous things, didn't add up to what happened in the past few days.

The light shone on her dark hair, her long eyelashes trembled, her small nose and the index finger of her right hand were still sucking in her small mouth, as quiet as a baby, while her saliva was already wet with a single slab.

Looking at her tired face and remembering the scene when the two first met, Tang Bai couldn't help laughing, and suddenly felt that this girl was actually very cute, and then he thought of Yan Qi, sighed lightly for no reason, and looked at Yan Feifei's eyes became more kind and soft. He felt obligated to take care of and protect her like Yan Qi.

Tang Bai couldn't bear to wake Yan Feifei up from his sleep, and carefully moved his eyes around, and found that this was a basement, the furnishings in the basement were simple, a bed, a table, a chair, and a lamp, but it made people feel very clean and comfortable, and I don't know how Yan Feifei found such a safe place.

The air was filled with a faint smell of medicine, which emanated from his body, and the stab wounds on his body had been covered with herbs, and the wounds were firmly bandaged with strips of cloth and cushioned with a soft pillow.

Tang Bai felt very comfortable like this, and this comfort came from inner peace.

"You're awake!"

An indifferent voice suddenly broke Tang Bai's calm, and a tall figure appeared in the basement, like a ghost, silent.

Tang Bai was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a terrifying face, that face was full of scars, dense like spider webs, even the nose was missing half of it, and the nasal bones could be faintly seen, the only thing without scars was his eyes, there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, as if he was going to burn everyone in the world into nothingness.

For some reason, when Tang Bai saw these eyes, he felt cold, like naked in the ice and snow, cold to the bones.

Tang Bai quickly calmed down, and didn't even wake up Yan Feifei, because if this person wanted to hurt himself, he could take his own life by secretly making a move just now.

"You saved us?"

Scarface didn't answer, but stared at Tang Bai, the air seemed to be cold, and after a long time, Scarface said coldly: "Because you killed Xue Mingming." ”

"You have a grudge against the Xue family?"

Tang Bai felt like he had asked a very stupid question.

Sure enough, Scarface didn't answer, but his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was suffering unspeakable pain, and the fire in his eyes was even stronger, it was a monstrous rage, the fire of hatred, and his eyes were getting redder and redder, red like blood.

There is murder, and it is getting more and more aggressive.

Tang Bai became nervous, and when a person's emotions were out of control, he would transfer his hatred to everyone.

Because of hate, because of resentment.

After a long time, Scarface calmed down, but his voice became colder and more icy, like the cold wind of winter, the ice of the snow, he said: "I once fell in love with a woman named Xue Dingtian, a member of the Xue family, is Xue Mingming's sister; there are sixty-three people in my family, but I am the only one who survives in the world, and all of them died at the hands of the Xue family. After speaking, the whole person seemed to collapse, and muttered: "I hurt them, I hurt them。。。。。。。 ”

Scarface fell into self-blame, muttering to himself, unable to control himself, his eyes were blood-red, his eyes burst with monstrous hatred, and the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

"Gollum!

An inopportune voice sounded, Yan Feifei wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth in a daze, and then rubbed her eyes, seeing that Tang Bai was awake, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her hands grabbed Tang Bai unwillingly.

Tang Bai had already noticed her, and when he saw her grabbing him again, his face turned white with fright when he thought of her strength, and exclaimed, "Don't touch me, don't touch me." ”

Because of dodging, Tang Bai rolled and fell under the bed, pulling the wounds on his body, and the pain went to the bone marrow.

Yan Feifei came to her senses, she forgot to control her damn strength again, looked around, and had to say embarrassedly: "Boy, see if you dare to bully me in the future." After speaking, he raised his fist again and said, "I, I, I'm hungry!" She was not afraid of Scarface at all, and pouted: "Brother Ye, I'm hungry." ”

Scarface calmed down, the murderous aura on his body disappeared, as if Yan Feifei's words had a strange magic power, which could soothe the pain in Scarface's heart, hearing Yan Feifei's words, Scarface nodded and walked out slowly.

"How do you know his surname is Ye?"

"He said it himself, you shed a lot of blood last night, the old lady thought you were going to die, I didn't know what to do, so I had to shout for help, and then Brother Ye appeared, he said he could save you, so I followed him here. ”

"You trust him?"

"He's a good guy, why don't I trust him. ”

。。。。。。

Ye Lang never thought that he was a good person, he thought that he should be cut with a thousand cuts.

Darkness, the greatest and most forgiving being, is like the mother's embrace, in which all beings can enjoy peace.

Ye Lang stood in the cemetery, one after another, like the houses in the market, one after another.

There are no tombstones, raised mounds of weeds, the occasional crow, and endless darkness.

Ye Lang blended into the darkness, he hated the darkness, because the darkness covered the ugly and evil, and he liked to stay in the darkness, because the darkness can contain everything, whether it is brave or cowardly.

He also likes to stand here because he is also a dead man.

But why is there pain and hatred in the eyes of the dead?

He has a knife in his hand, and it is very sharp, and those who use the knife take their lives very lightly, because the knife is about bravery, it is a domineering soldier, and many knife techniques are indomitable moves, and what is needed is the courage to sacrifice oneself.

A figure appeared silently behind Ye Lang, she was like a ghost in this cemetery, and she suddenly appeared. She is by no means a ghost, a ghost is not so beautiful, but she is more terrible than a ghost, because the people in this grave have died at her hands.

The knife in Ye Lang's hand was held tighter, and the green tendons on his arm bulged, and he was trembling again, as if he was suffering inhuman pain.

How can the hatred in his heart be described as painful!

Xue Dingtian also likes darkness, darkness makes people feel real, whether it is good or evil, darkness can be tolerated. She hates those guys who stand in the sun with masks, full of benevolence and morality, and a belly full of male thieves and prostitutes, she is a real person, she doesn't like hateful feelings, so she will kill. She believes that killing has nothing to do with evil, and the kindest and weakest people in the world will not hesitate to pinch the ants to death in the face of a group of ants climbing on their bodies and sucking their own flesh.

Death, that's because of weakness.

Ye Lang calmed down, turned around, and quietly looked at the woman in front of him.

There was no love, no pain, no hatred, only a faint voice: "Here you are!"

Xue Dingtian looked at Ye Lang with some complexity, how many people can hide their hatred and pain in an instant? This is a great courage, not the courage of a reckless man.

She remembered the first time she saw him, gentle, handsome and extraordinary, he was a doctor who was obsessed with medical technology, and she remembered that he had said that he would relieve the suffering of all people in the world and make everyone healthy and safe.

But what about his own suffering?

The misfortune of man is the great sorrow of life.

'Alas!'

Xue Dingtian sighed softly: "Why do you torture yourself so much. ”

"I didn't torture myself, I just regretted why I liked you in the first place, if you didn't kill me, one day you will regret it. Ye Lang said calmly.

Xue Dingtian smiled, her smile was so beautiful, like a spring breeze, so that this place of death has vitality; of course she knew that the Ye family in Xiangcheng was destroyed in her own hands, this was the most proud thing she had ever been, she kept him, she wanted to be able to see the destruction of the Ye family at all times, just like a poet, writing good sentences for the ages, will leave a collection of poems, often appreciate and revel intoxicated.

"So you saved those two imps? They killed Mingming, do you think they can escape from my palm?"

Xue Dingtian asked softly.

Without waiting for Ye Lang to speak, she said again: "The Yan family is also a big family in Liancheng, very powerful, as for the Tang family, I heard about this immortal scripture, which made people destroy the door; maybe the Tang family kid doesn't know it!" She laughed and said: "Is there really an immortal scripture in the world?" After speaking, she shook her head again, sighed, and said: "Both of them are children, I heard that the little woman of the Yan family eats a lot, and the Tang family kid is seriously injured, I came this time to send them some things." After speaking, he clapped his hands, and four dark shadows walked out of the cemetery, carrying two large wooden boxes, and slowly walked over. She said: "There are the best meals in Wenxianglou, a few jars of good wine that have been stored for a hundred years, and the best healing herbs. ”

Ye Lang was silent, he understood that this woman had an invincible self-confidence, incomparable wisdom, and terrifying viciousness, and he also understood that she was only a game for everything.

Killing is also a game and an art.

Seeing that Ye Lang was silent, Xue Dingtian was not angry, but smiled and said: "I still like the handsome you who turned out, but it's a pity that you don't care about your body at all, it's really a pity." ”

Ye Lang was gone, walking very fast, as if he was on the run, far away, he was holding a box in one hand, as if there was nothing, and disappeared into the darkness.

Xue Dingtian was still standing in the cemetery, slowly looking at the countless graves, as if admiring a stunning picture.