The big boy stood in the darkness of the night, the wind swept the dry leaves like butterflies and blew on him, looking quite pitiful, like a lonely puppy. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Bing Qingcheng thought so.

"You're back, Minglang." Bing Qingcheng said, she felt that she shouldn't get too close, and Minglang's crumpled handsome face seemed to be too big in front of her.

The scorching smell of wine rushed from Bing Qingcheng's mouth to Minglang's face, making his already sad expression even more depressed. This kind of liquor taste is very familiar to him, and it is very common "burning knife" a cheap high liquor. It tasted like swallowing burning chili peppers, and he couldn't imagine a woman swallowing something that wasn't palatable.

"What about the woman?" Bing Qingcheng put his hand on his shoulder and said a little upside down, "Have you figured out what that kid's name is?" Would you like to take a sip? She said as she took a sip from the mouth of the bottle in her other hand, down to her clear lips.

The unknown woman was no longer to be found, and the bones buried were probably too shallow, probably picked up and dragged away by the beast. Ming Lang originally wanted to say that.

It's like he almost came back too late just now, ran into the city gate of Xiao Qianlin, and saw a girl with a big sword on his back waiting for him silently on the street, he was still a little happy in his heart.

"Why do you drink?" Minglang helped Bing Qingcheng, but the other party immediately reflexively pushed him away.

"Can't that woman be found?" Bing Qingcheng shook back a few steps and leaned against the wall, "Be happy, Xiao Mingming." You must know that all of us are destined to die, and no one can escape the fate of death, even if it is famous in history, it is useless to leave an immortal monument. People of our time, who will remember the glory of the Age of Magic, those famous great magicians? Dharma Saint? Dharma God? Apparently they died and couldn't even find the bones. ”

As if it made sense, Minglang stepped forward, wondering if the hospital would let drunks in, and stretched out his hand to Bing Qingcheng, who was about to slide to the ground, "Aren't you happy?" Ice Orange, shall we go back? Your sister is alone in the hospital now, we should go back and see her soon." ”

With a slap of "snap", Bing Qingcheng opened her bright hand, "I don't want to mention her, that guy named Windsor......" her voice lowered, "...... Although she is my sister. ”

Minglang wrapped the clothes on his body a little tighter, and then sat down not far from the ice orange. He hadn't known her for long, but Minglang didn't think she was a bad person. Although he has long known her name as a killer, a lonely snake, a swaggering red coat, a heavy two-handed sword, a true face that is always covered with sunglasses, a clean and neat work attitude, good at mending knives, never letting go of a target, and the fee is not high, although it has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for a few years.

"I'm not happy."

"Hmm." Minglang nodded, he knew that in this case, the other party only needed to have a quiet and reliable person to talk to, he just needed to say "uh-huh-ahhh

"I went to see my old friend today, but I didn't want to see him at all, but I went to see him anyway." Bing Qingcheng said as he pressed his sunglasses.

"Ahh

"As a result, I met a lot of people I knew before, and I really didn't want to see them." Bing Qingcheng threw away the wine bottle, and instead of breaking it, the wine bottle squeaked around the ground a few times. "I wondered why they were still alive, if only they were dead. But it's really despicable to think like that, because I'm ......."

Bing Qingcheng suddenly stopped talking, she sat down against the wall, leaned back, and raised her chin high, revealing her white and soft neck.

"I want to live, so I'm trying very hard to live hard, although I don't know why? But I must live, I must live long enough. It seems that only if I live enough will I ......"

"Hmm." Minglang hummed, Bing Qingcheng's last muttering was too vague, he didn't hear it clearly, but he could understand Bing Qingcheng's thoughts, in this calamitous Silver Moon Continent, people who want to live must be strong enough.

"So what mood do I have, I actually want someone else to die!" Bing Qingcheng suddenly rushed over and grabbed Minglang's collar and shouted excitedly, "In this world, there is no guy who should die, no matter who it is, it's not right to think so!" ”

Minglang's heart suddenly had a soft feeling touched, he actually knew very well, a killer was drunk, and suddenly began to repent, shouting that no one in the world should die, I am not right to kill, and it is wrong to even hope that someone will die.

This would have been a very ridiculous thing, letting the killer wash his hands is like letting the sheep eat meat, the wolf eating grass, the cousin doesn't want a man, the pervert doesn't want a woman, take the straight and bend, go back in time, the sunflower reopens, and spends Daisy's life.

As long as tomorrow dawn, the world will still be the same, killers will still happily cut people, women and men will still happily create offspring, and wild dogs will roam around the latrine.

The big bad wolf likes to eat little white sheep as long as there are baby lambs.

In front of him was a young girl! He likes to call it that. Although she looked more mature than him, she had a soft and green touch on her body. Although she doesn't smell good, she crawls softly on your shoulder, as if you won't resist anything.

"Clear." Ice Green Orange exclaimed softly.

"Ahh Minglang couldn't help but get nervous.

"Let's go back. I know you're a student at New Century College, please help take care of my sister. She's a smart kid and would have been a little more comfortable without me. She said, her voice slowly hardening, "But I wish someone could watch him succeed in my place." ”

The girl in front of him "opened her eyes", he didn't know if this description was accurate, but under the cover of sunglasses, the confused, alcohol-paralyzed squinted eyes opened, revealing the cold and true nature.

"I smell the smell of gunpowder, and that thing mixed with murderous aura is actually standing on the tuyere, is it really looking for death, is it so impatient?"

Bloodthirsty words, words as cold as knives, dark golden eyes obscured by sunglasses lit up with a bright and brutal light. Passed down from ancient times, the genes rooted in the bloodline, and the self-running madness clamor the taste of flesh and blood.

Bing Qingcheng felt that her breathing was heavy, but she still said to Minglang: "Don't interfere, ask for more blessings." ”

A cold wind blew, and it was dark in front of Minglang's eyes, and the dim street lamps that were illuminated suddenly went out. The ice orange disappeared from front of him, disappearing into thin air, and he couldn't tell which way it was going.

The other party should have prepared night vision, Minglang still leaned on the wall and moved to the corner, a large dark cloud in the sky blocked the stars and light, in the darkness, can the ice blue orange that relies on the smell occupy the advantageous side.

In the next second, the collision of metal and metal sounded rapidly, and the bullet and the blade of the sword directly rubbed into a brief spark. Those two people should be two people who quickly roamed around and launched offense and defense. Footsteps and the sound of something striking were heard clearly, presumably to disrupt the audio-visual.

Then there was a sudden silence, and Mingliang could not hear anything, and there was no smell in the wind. Did the two of them get downwind?

Constant silence. Looking at the sky clearly, the dark clouds felt a little thin, but it was still too dark to see anything clearly. Will it rain tomorrow? For those in a hurry, it seems like very bad weather. What's the boy's name? Born in the wilderness, raised in the midst of war, watching him be born to three people, one of whom is a child, and the other is a real killer.

He was the only one who took care of him, and he was originally saved by himself. It's been a few minutes now, is Ice Orange still here? Don't make a sound, or you'll cause trouble for Ice Orange. Now think about it, if you are faced with such a situation, it is better to fight like this.

Abrupt gunshots, a sound? No, it's two, two gunshots, two bullets, connected into one!

Very close to Minglang, he heard the sound of someone stepping on a wine bottle and sliding! Was it before or after the gunshot?

The sound of the bullet colliding with the blade of the sword, and then falling on the stone slab on the ground was extremely crisp, but it could not hide the muffled sound of the bullet entering the flesh, although it was silent, but the blood immediately drifted into the air.

Minglang had a feeling that he was pointing to his head, but he was stopped. Or that the action of pointing at his head was a bait, laying a trap and waiting for Bing Qingcheng to step on it.

The battle isn't over yet!

What followed was a series of bright and short collision sounds, what was the other party using to block Bing Qingcheng's two-handed sword? Then there was a flurry of gunshots, the sound of broken objects, this time the sound was different, it seemed to be intertwined, there was a coming-and-going.

Then came the sound of the wind, the breaking of objects, the sound of heavy objects piercing walls, the muffled grunt of pain.

It seems that after a long time, there is no longer the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground. The clouds disappeared and the lights came back on.

Minglang stood up and saw Bing Qingcheng facing this wall, with her two-handed sword stuck in it, the loud sound of breaking wind just now was the sound of her throwing the sword out, she held a pistol in her hand, and the gunshots came and went in the second half of the battle.

There was blood on the sword, and Bing Qingcheng pulled out the sword, retracted it into the scabbard behind it, and looked at the small piece of cloth on the ground that she had shaved off, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Ice Orange." Minglang shouted tentatively.

She turned her head, and under the knocked out sunglasses, the olive-shaped eyes reflecting the cold moonlight made Minglang feel very strange. Then he looked at her camel-colored coat, a soaking of viscous blood on her abdomen.

"You're hurt, Ice Orange." Ming Lang said as he looked at the cold and beautiful face.

"Don't scream so loudly, I know." Ice Blue Orange was expressionless, pressing out a reply from deep in his throat, as if he was biting a blade between his teeth.

She looked a little manic, gritted her teeth, and her tone was not good, but it wasn't because of the pain in her body.

The haughty head hung down, most of her face was buried in the shadows, and her fluffy black curls were softly curled, making her cold face appear slightly softer. But only the eyes were abnormally shining, and under the golden blackened pupils, the irascible beast was sealed.

"Bing Qingcheng, shall we go back?" Ming Ming asked tentatively, he had a terrifying feeling that the current Ice Blue Orange might attack him.

"It's disgusting." Bing Qingcheng muttered in a soft voice, "Didn't kill that guy." Her tone was very simple, and she didn't feel unwilling to be angry, but really felt sorry for herself.

Minglang suddenly didn't know what to say. He had gone to the City of Divine Glory to study since his family was ruined, and this time he actually had a mission to travel to the mainland. But for the sake of the shamisen thing that he didn't really want, he took the initiative to talk to Bing Qingcheng, and saved the pregnant woman on the way, so they stopped by the way.

He was not actually a good man, and during this war years, there were women and children everywhere who were eager to be saved. In a moment of excitement, saving the pregnant woman was just the appearance of the woman, which reminded him of painful memories that could not be remedied because of weakness. But he didn't expect Bing Qingcheng to actually help her, although Bing Qingcheng was not a good person, he actually knew what the blue medicine he took out was, a thing that forcibly stimulates life potential, but it has strong sequelae.

Mingfu knew that if it was a really kind and pure girl, she would not use this simple and rude, "kill the big and take the small" method of salvation. But he didn't object, in his heart, he agreed with Bing Qingcheng's approach, since he was not sure about saving it, then give up the one with a small success rate, just save one, and the other would force the other party to sacrifice, even if this method was not correct.

"It hurts a little!" Bing Qingcheng muttered to herself, "It's been a long time since I've been injured, and I really miss this feeling of pain." As she spoke, she pulled out a new pair of sunglasses and pressed the wound on her lower back.

Bing Qingcheng, who wore sunglasses, immediately concealed the feeling of mania and loneliness, giving people the illusion that they could be approached. Minglang stepped forward to support her, Bing Qingcheng did not resent his contact, but took the initiative to lean on him.

"I'm not supposed to drink." Bing Qingcheng seemed to be still drunk, pressed Minglang's shoulder, and rested his chin on his other shoulder. The one who seemed to be close to each other was like hugging, his body temperature was warm, and the smell of perfume mixed with the smell of blood was masked by the smell of alcohol.

"I was once told that a killer can only drink alcohol twice in his life, once before becoming a killer and once before he dies." Bing Qingcheng gasped in Minglang's ear, "I drank it last time, so this time it's yellow spring water." ”

"You're not going to die!" Minglang shivered, and the scorching breath blew on his earlobes, was it a tease or a hint?

"It doesn't matter." Bing Qingcheng didn't seem to have much strength, and hung softly on his shoulder, "I sometimes think, what do people live for? Some people want to become emperors, some people seek fame, some people seek money, fame and fortune. But I don't need it, I live just to not die, well, it's really to live for not to die, and I don't have any desire other than that, so it doesn't matter if you kill me. ”