readx;? Qiu Yan was about to step forward, but suddenly he heard Zhang Yanfeng's angry cry from behind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Stinky boy..."

Qiu Yan's footsteps paused, turned his head to look at him with a frightened face, and then stumbled to his side, staggering and hugging his body.

With the words, the trembling blood gushed out in a blink of an eye, staining the placket of Qiu Yan's chest. Qiu Yan didn't speak, his red eyes just looked down at his body, his gaze swept over Zhang Yanfeng's bloody lower abdomen, and then glanced at his smiling face, Qiu Yan trembled.

He silently hugged Zhang Yanfeng tighter.

Zhang Yanfeng glanced at him with some difficulty and said slightly. "I'm dying?...

Qiu Yan hugged him and shook his head slowly. Immediately tears slipped down like pearls and fell on his bloody body, and after a while, Qiu Yan looked at Zhang Yanfeng with teary eyes, as if an innocent child with the last hope, stretched out his blood-stained hands, gently and weakly grabbed Zhang Yanfeng's clothes, buried his head in his chest, cried and choked, and even his voice trembled.

"We still have to see the world together, how, how can we die..."

Zhang Yanfeng lowered his forehead slightly, glanced at the boy who was lying on his chest and endured crying, there seemed to be some complicated emotions in his eyes, his face became more and more pale, but his expression gradually calmed down, as if he had finally accepted such a final ending.

He even smiled reluctantly in a low voice, I don't know what to laugh at, Qiu Yan, Sun Zheng, or himself.

"Stinky boy. Zhang Yanfeng's voice was so light that it was almost indistinct, his empty eyes looked at the sky, and he said softly. "You say, where do people go when they die?"

Qiu Yan didn't speak, just listened quietly.

Zhang Yanfeng seemed to recall his lonely and helpless days again, and said in a sad voice. "Actually, I was an orphan before I met you. When I was very young, I took many detours, worked as a thief, beggars, and even ate weeds and roots..."

Hearing this, Qiu Yan suddenly felt a little more regret in his heart, he used to see begging children everywhere on the street when he was in Shamen, and he should have helped. When he sees others in distress, how can he think of his own brother in distress outside?

"After two years of wandering, I was finally taken in by a kind person, I vaguely remember that the winter was very cold and cold, full of swans and snow, he took me in his arms to a temple called Hualong Temple, the locals call it Zhangjia. Zhang Yanfeng laughed, although he coughed violently twice in the middle, his eyes were full of decadence. "He gave me new cotton clothes, made me kowtow to the ancestral shrine under the Bodhi tree in the compound, taught me to read and write, taught me kung fu, I thought that God still had affection for me, at least he didn't let me starve to death on the streets. ”

Zhang Yanfeng gasped violently for a while, smiled a little sadly, and then looked at Qiu Yan again, looking at the chic appearance of the man with tears on his face at the moment, but there was still a trace of sorrow in his eyes. "This kind of life that I admired for a long time didn't last long. My father didn't know who he offended during his wandering years, and this happy life was ruined, and the ancestral hall of the Zhang family was demolished, the foundation was destroyed, and my grandfather was even more angry, and he couldn't afford to get sick, and passed away for a long time. After three searches, my father blamed himself endlessly and grieved, rebelled and finally committed suicide..."

"Stinky boy, can I ask you for one thing. Zhang Yanfeng coughed up a trace of blood and leaned weakly on his chest.

Qiu Yan's face was full of tears and he said. "You say. "I can't say any more.

"After I die, can you go to the Li family in the north and fulfill my wish for me. ”

"If you want revenge, stand up and go yourself!"

Zhang Yanfeng's voice stopped abruptly, and the hand that grabbed Qiu Yan's shirt slowly let go, as if the last of his strength was gradually disappearing, but he looked a little more relaxed. He said to Qiu Yan with a smile. "You know, the walls in the prison are really funny. When you first went to prison, you hated the walls around you, and slowly, you got used to living in them and had to rely on them to survive. Sun Zheng, you have to remember this name. ”

With the dazzling blood and the thrilling despair between life and death, Qiu Yan cried. "Don't say it, don't say it.."

Zhang Yanfeng's head began to slowly lower and laughed, as if he had unloaded the last bit of burden, he didn't look at the boy next to him, his eyes looked at the endless darkness hanging in the air, and there was a trace of different color in his eyes, as if he saw Hualong Temple, Bodhi Tree, Zhang Shuo, Zhang Tong in the darkness.

The breeze blew, and his hair fluttered slightly in the wind. "Stinky boy, sing a song, the one on Heyue Island. ”

Qiu Yan's fists gradually clenched, and all the fragments of everything whistled in his mind, and he looked sadly, his eyes gradually covered by the mist, and he was slowly a little hoarse.

"It's not impossible to go on like this, we stopped and walked all the way, more and more I don't know what we want, none of us will admit it, we cover our ears, the laughter we hear is fake, your traces are still with me, I want the dust to be indisputable, like a shadow walking with arrogance stabbing me..."

Zhang Yanfeng laughed and said in a low voice. "I really want to see the world. Then he slowly closed his eyes.

"Ahh The hot pain was all over the body, it hurt, and the position of the heart was very painful.

I don't know how long it took, Qiu Yan gently put down Zhang Yanfeng's gradually cold body, then stood up and walked up the stone steps.

The woman waited above for a long time, she watched the man in front of her staggering up, but at this moment, in addition to the original blood, there was a lot of dirt and dust on his clothes, she danced the Fang Tian painting halberd in her hand, and said clearly. "You won't be caught yet!"

Qiu Yan was silent, her long hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see her face clearly. But for some reason, the woman obviously looked down on this person before, but now she had the illusion that she couldn't resist, and watched him slowly walk past and pick up the blade inserted in the tile.

"Don't be obsessed!" was only halfway through her words, when suddenly a white light flashed through the corner of her eye, and her voice was suddenly blocked in her throat. At that moment, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she stared at Qiu Yan in disbelief.

Ji He, who seemed to come from the deepest part of the darkness, held it in Qiu Yan's hand and stabbed her forearm mercilessly and ferociously.

Flesh and blood were sliced, blood splattered.

Qiu Yan slowly raised his face and looked at the woman expressionlessly, a strange light flashed in his pupils, it was the whites of his red eyes, no, to be precise, his entire eyes had been covered with red, like the flames of the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, looking at the world fiercely. The meridians of the skin exposed to the air change from cyan to jet black at a rapid rate that can be seen by the naked eye, and the diameter extends to the entire face. Like a demon reborn from hell, he appears in this world cruelly and mercilessly, with a hint of madness and terrible darkness.

"I'm going to slaughter your whole people!"

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