Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and Leng Xiaohan looked at the sky motionless for two whole months. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf it weren't for the occasional blink, everyone would have thought he was dead!

March 26, 2016, this day is Yang Miaomiao's birthday. That is, on this day, rising to the sky, reflecting the red killing flames of several surrounding mountain peaks, began to slowly become smaller, and slowly solidified.

In the end, a blood wheel between the illusory and the real thing was formed behind Leng Xiaohan, and the blood wheel floated behind Leng Xiaohan, with the top behind the head and the bottom at the waist, dripping and turning. Leng Xiaohan grabbed it with his backhand and grabbed the blood wheel in front of him. The blood wheel is densely packed with words that Leng Xiaohan doesn't recognize, and there are four symmetrical curved small blades on the blood wheel, and Leng Xiaohan recognizes the words on the small blade.

Kill at the top, and the one at the bottom is dead. On the left and right sides are the words slaughter and killing.

As soon as Leng Xiaohan let go, the blood wheel floated behind Leng Xiaohan and continued to spin. Leng Xiaohan thought about it for a while, and the blood wheel gradually disappeared into Leng Xiaohan's body.

As soon as I came out of the back mountain, I saw the ten girls in front of me, the two sisters Leng Feilan, the Qiu sisters, the four elementary schools of the Void Academy, Wan Yexue and Wang Xiaoxiao. Leng Xiaohan's mood suddenly became very good, and he smiled: "Yo, where are you here?"

Everyone chattered around Leng Xiaohan, asked, and complained. As she spoke, there was a sudden silence, and the women looked at each other, and finally Nie Xinxin stood up and said, "I don't know if I should tell you something." ”

Leng Xiaohan was stunned for a moment and said, "Say it! What can't you say?"

"That Yang Miaomiao is dead. Nie Xinxin squirmed.

"What?" Leng Xiaohan's blood wheel appeared behind him, and the women felt that they were standing in a sea of blood hell, and their bodies couldn't help but tense. Leng Xiaohan hurriedly withdrew his murderous aura when he saw it, and asked in disbelief, "How come?"

"Things are not what you think, you calm down first, and then I'll tell you slowly. Nie Xinxin watched Leng Xiaohan calm down before continuing: "Just a month after you entered the back mountain, Yang Miaomiao's boyfriend was killed while doing the academy mission. As he spoke, he looked at Leng Xiaohan with suspicious eyes.

Leng Xiaohan looked at Nie Xinxin's suspicious eyes, slapped Nie Xinxin's head directly, and said angrily: "I thought about quietly doing that guy, but didn't I lie down in the back mountain before I moved?" ”

Nie Xinxin rubbed her head, but couldn't help but look at Leng Xiaohan with suspicion a few times before continuing: "Then Yang Miaomiao left school and came back a week later with an urn. said that she was not Yang Miaomiao but Yang Miaomiao's twin sister Yang Rourou, and said that Yang Miaomiao was dead. And before she died, let Yang Rourou come to class for Yang Miaomiao, and let Yang Rourou bury her ashes in the Void Academy.

The question is, how can there be exactly the same person? Even the personality, cultivation, and memory are the same? Really take us for fools? This guy is really ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Leng Xiaohan, and Leng Xiaohan had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing and laughing at himself: "Where is her grave! Take me there!"

Nie Xinxin flew into the distance with Leng Xiaohan, and the girls originally wanted to follow, but they were stopped by Wang Xiaoxiao. Wang Xiaoxiao shook her head at the girls and said, "He must want to be alone now, let's give him a little space to be quiet." ”

Nie Xinxin brought Leng Xiaohan into the woods that day, or in that clearing. It's just that the pit that was smashed by Leng Xiaohan's punch at that time has become a tomb.

Nie Xinxin looked at the grave below, pouted and said, "I don't know why Yang Rourou insisted on burying Yang Miaomiao here, and said that it was Yang Miaomiao's own intention." ”

Very ordinary small mound, in front of the grave a flattened tree trunk, on which is written the tomb of Yang Miaomiao.

Leng Xiaohan looked at the grave in front of him and said to Nie Xinxin: "You go back first! I'll accompany her here." ”

Nie Xinxin wanted to tell Leng Xiaohan that the grave was fake, but after seeing Leng Xiaohan's eyes, she nodded and turned to leave.

Leng Xiaohan looked at the grave in front of him, leaned against a big tree, took out a pot of wine, drank it unhurriedly, and after drinking a pot of wine, he said softly: "Is this your choice? Delete that memory, and even delete your own name." Are we buried here?

Am I that terrible? Do you need to do this?

Actually, I don't know why I fell in love with you, I don't know why I fell in love with you. Maybe this is the domineering of love!

Even though you're not the prettiest girl I've ever seen, you're the prettiest in my heart.

It's painful to fall in love with someone! I'm proud, and I'm humbled in front of you. I feel like I don't deserve you, I like your strengths more than I love your shortcomings. As he spoke, he walked up, took out a pot of wine and put it on the wooden tablet, and said with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "There is one less person in the heart, and there is more grave in the heart." ”

turned around and took out the medium-grade purple gold sword, Xiaoxiang sword, and carved a few big characters on the tree he was leaning on.

Putting away his sword, he stepped on the blood cloud and flew into the distance.

After Leng Xiaohan left, a figure walked out of the woods. I walked to the monument and picked up the wine and took a sip, looking at the few big characters on the tree in front of me, and a soft voice sounded: "There are 80,000 words in the world, and love words hurt the most." ”

After reading it, he put the wine on the tablet again, and Yuka left.

Leng Xiaohan returned to the small courtyard, and the girls greeted him and comforted her. Nie Xinxin said angrily: "We still treat her as a friend, and now she actually plays this game." ”

Leng Xiaohan sat in the courtyard and looked at everyone: "Actually, it's okay, it's her choice." It's good that everything is buried, not forgotten, not avoided, but buried, which is good. At least we can think of each other in the future, and when we think of this memory, we can still look at it. ”

Sometimes, instead of staying together without love, it is better to bury this love and bury that good memory. Leng Xiaohan looked at the distance and said magnetically.

A very beautiful and meaningful scene, the women sat in various places in the courtyard, watching Leng Xiaohan look ahead, and said very touching words.

But Nie Xinxin's eyes flashed after hearing this, and she patted her thigh and said, "Bury love, bury love?!! it's better for us to form a family or gang and call it a funeral hobby?"

Leng Xiaohan didn't have time to think about Nie Xinxin's destruction of the artistic conception after hearing this, the tiger's body shook, and he said in his heart: "No, is the otherworldly version of the nobleman who killed Matt going to be carried forward in my mouth??" Leng Xiaohan couldn't help but shudder when he thought of a group of teenagers and girls with colorful hair dyed, strange clothes they were wearing, flying magic weapons such as flying swords, and various boxing and swordsmanship.

It's just that before he could refuse, he heard Wan Yexue say happily: "Okay!!This name is good, what do you think?" The women thought for a while and nodded one after another.

Leng Xiaohan looked at the women who nodded, and the women also looked at the corners of their mouths, and Leng Xiaohan, who had been twitching at the corners of her eyes, asked, "What's wrong??"

The corner of Leng Xiaohan's mouth twitched: "It's okay, it's okay for you to be happy." ”