"Chu Songluo."

Weisheng Jiamu tried to smile and pulled the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't laugh, so he looked at Chu Songluo seriously.

Chu Songluo didn't seem to feel the threat of death, and asked him very calmly, "Am I being asked to kill?" ”

Weisheng Jiamu nodded, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Then you better stop using a knife."

Chu Songluo raised his hand and grabbed his wrist and pushed it away, and Weisheng Jiamu did not resist - because now he could kill Chu Songluo lightly whenever and no matter what.

"If you hold the knife in the wrong way, it will splash a lot of blood, and I'm afraid you will be tortured even more."

"--You're better off with a sword,...... Micro Born Jiamu. ”

Chu Songluo pushed open the door, and the wind and snow poured in.

"Go get your sword first."

Weisheng Jiamu didn't put down the knife, his eyes were dark, and he only felt bitter in his throat.

"I'm afraid you can't be in a more difficult situation, and now as long as I kill you, why care about that little bit of blood."

Chu Songluo looked back at him.

"If you really hate me, I will abolish you first, and then lock you up and torture you."

"Wei Jiamu, if you can't kill me neatly, don't use a knife. That knife is so sharp, it would be a pity if it was broken with hesitation. ”

- He called Weisheng Jiamu once, and then replaced it with Wei Jiamu.

Weisheng Jiamu was poked by him and it was difficult to choose, and finally smiled bitterly, "...... I've lied to you for so long, don't you hate me? ”

Chu Songluo saw that he never had the intention of taking the sword, and he didn't move, so he closed the door again, but the temperature in this small room had become very cold.

The candle flame was just blown out by the cold wind, and the room became extremely dim, and Weisheng Jiamu couldn't see his face clearly, only hearing him ask very calmly: "Did I kill Weisheng Haocang?" ”

Tsuyoshi finally threw away the knife and sat down against the wall. The metal hit the ground with a thud, and he said, "Not only that—but also my grandfather, my aunt, my eldest brother, my second brother, two younger sisters, and a four-year-old brother." ”

Chu Songluo didn't speak, so Weisheng Jiamu continued on his own.

"There are also a lot of servants whose names I can't remember, and the flowers and plants they play with are always beautiful. There are also disciples in the Yanwu Hall, the leader is as old as me, and we always fought when we were children. And horses. There is also wine, Daddy has hidden the wine for a long time, and he used to drink it secretly, but all of it was broken into the jar, and the smell of wine was not very good. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile abruptly.

"It would have been better for me to die than to survive. The pain that can't be solved always forces people to become cowards who keep forgetting the past and don't dare to think about the scar. ”

Chu Songluo's voice was soft and cold.

"Then you should hate me."

He paused, and Weisheng Jiamu saw his good-looking lower half of his face, with thin lips and light color, and a deep middle point, which looked sharp and a little boyish.

"So you deceive me and kill me." He said, "Hate is a more weighty emotion." ”

"-more?"

Weisheng Jiamu repeated the word, and finally smiled, "You haven't answered me yet, don't you hate me?" ”

Chu Songluo was silent for a while, and said: "You deserve to lie to me, I am irrefutable, why hate you." ”

"I also have people to kill, and I envy them day by day, waiting for an opportunity to die. Kindness and joy are nothing but frivolous things, so you will surely kill me, and I have already killed him. ”

Weisheng Jiamu frowned, "-Feng Hongguang? Did you kill him? ”

Chu Song shook his head and shook his head again.

"Feng Hongguang is dead, but I have turned his fake death into a real death."

Weisheng Jiamu suddenly stood up, opened the coffin, and saw a fatal knife mark on the neck of the person inside, which was obviously killed by him and not by the destiny of heaven, and he couldn't help but have a conjecture, and he was suddenly surprised.

"He-he's the one who killed your neighbor?"

Chu Songluo nodded slightly.

"Why?"

"Because my father observed the stars and knew that this person stole the destiny of heaven and lived, he is no longer my generation, and he is a monster." His tone was calm, "Weisheng Haocang intends to kill him with the saint, and I am the knife that was polished and used to kill Weisheng Haocang." ”

"Now that I have killed Feng Hongguang, you can rest assured. No one will kill Wei Sheng Haocang anymore. ”

This sentence is very easy to understand, but Weisheng Jiamu suddenly figured it out a lot, and only felt as if someone had punched him suddenly, and after a while, he laughed in a dry voice: "I see...... I see! ”

It turns out that in this life, Haocang will not be killed by Chu Songluo again, this is what it means.

Chu Songluo is the knife sharpened by Feng Hongguang for Weisheng Haocang.

Weisheng Jiamu is a knife used to kill Chu Songluo.

It turned out that from the time he chose to go back in time, every qiē was calculated, and Chu Songluo would definitely die.

He thought of the exchange between himself and Ji Yanjian, and couldn't help but wonder if Ji Yanjian was also calculated how to let him die and make himself this system.

Who mastered this rule?

Who calculates these processes?

The life and death of a few people is just that, what is worth plotting?

Could it be that fate is a cage from which there is no escape?

He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chu Songluo's clothes, word by word, breathing rapidly, "You will die." You're going to die. ”

Chu Songluo didn't care about his gaffe. was caught in his clothes, and when he heard these words, he was still very calm, "I have been cleaning Gao Zi'an's tomb for more than ten years, and I can't go anymore, I think he will be considerate of me." ”

Weisheng Jiamu seemed to suddenly realize his gaffe, and suddenly let go of his hand, his lips trembling slightly and he couldn't control it.

An insoluble sense of fear made him feel cold from the bones, and he smiled reluctantly and whispered, "I admit defeat, Chu Songluo." I can't kill you, and I don't want to think about life anymore. ”

Chu Song took a few steps, picked up the knife, turned it back, grabbed Weisheng Jiamu's still trembling hand, and hugged him very gently. His snort touched the back of Kagi's neck, and the sound came from behind his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Wei Jiamu."

He put the knife in the hand of Tsui Kamu, and held his hand to make the knife very stable.

"That's how the knife is to be held."

There was a gentle malice in his voice, and his hand irresistibly led the hand of the micro-living Kagi forward. The blade was sharp, and it broke through the flesh and entered his heart.

Hot blood gushed out, and Weisheng Jiamu's eyes lost concentration, but as if he had just realized what he had done, he moved his lips, but he couldn't make any sound.

He saw blood on his hands.

Chu Song's movements as he fell to the ground on his back became very slow, stinging his eyes little by little.

He had blood on his body, his face was pale, his eyes were dark and bright, his black hair was a little messy, and he still looked a bit like the stubborn boy in the mountains back then.

Not stiff, tired, cold, perfect, but full of flaws, so fragile, so alive.

"Wei Jiamu." Chu Songluo said with great effort, but he was still very pleasant. "I still hate you."

Love is a burden.

Hate is weakness.

You kill him, so you will live and gain the continuation of infinite life.

You killed him, so you will always bear the feelings he has imposed on you, which cannot be broken or abandoned.

He forces you to endure the pain of life.

[Congratulations on completing the inherent task and successfully killing the big boss [Chu Songluo].] 】

Next, you will be transported to the headquarters to receive a series of basic onboarding training, so that you are prepared to move through time and space. Since you have completed the basic tasks ahead of schedule, you will be promoted directly to the status of a regular employee and receive a series of benefits that only regular employees can enjoy, please consult our manual later for further understanding.

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The noisy voice made Weisheng Jiamu finally come back to his senses.

The door that had just been opened was suddenly blown open by the wind and snow, and the wooden door hit the wall with a muffled sound, and the wind and snow poured into the room. There was no moon in the snowy night, but the snow reflected the shining light, and the knife was still in his hand, and he looked down to see that his own face was reflected in the places that were not stained with blood.

He tried to smile softly at himself.

You had a carefree, well-fed youth.

Secretly drinking, deliberately destroying flower seedlings, and laughing at a certain lady for drawing too much bonus.

The sun used to be always warm. Kites in the past always flew high.

Little by little, I learned to take care of my sister, and when I went out, I would bring her a box of rouge.

Little by little, learn to be a good friend.

Little by little, learn to live alone.

Little by little, learn how to pretend that old wounds are healed, and it is okay to bring it up.

There was still joy in life, but he didn't dare to face the pain anymore.

Love must endure a little praise after the torture.

There are two kinds of people who are still alive in the world, those who are still seeking joy, and those who have long been unable to face pain but do not know how to die.

He had nothing left.

It's better to land here.

He wiped the knife carefully, and then put the knife into the scabbard pinned to Chu Song's waist.

Then he gently kissed his already cold lips.

-- The world collapsed in an instant.

――The Leader-End〜