He pulled out the dagger with all his might, and blood sprayed me in the face, and he fell at my feet, reaching out and grabbing my calf, his eyes wide as brass bells. (Fengwu Literature Network http://www.qiuwu.net.)

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I kicked him away, turned around and ran towards Song Eighteen. She collapsed in a pool of blood, and the clothes she wore today were not the style of her daughter's house, but because they were goose yellow, she was a little more delicate. However, the blood on the abdomen oozed out layer by layer, dyeing the thin yellow shirt red, spreading from the lower abdomen to the lower skirt, like a peach blossom covering the full moon in the treetops, and like the remnant sun burning our eyes.

She raised her eyes to look at Dugutao, smiled slightly, her delicate eyebrows were like pear blossoms, and her voice was still as crisp and pleasant as before, but it was a lot lower: "God treats me well." ”

Dugutao hugged her tightly and did not speak, his face was even more pale than her.

She buried her head in his arms and sighed: "I killed so many people, I never thought I could die in the arms of my beloved, it's so good." ”

Dugutao's lips trembled, and his eyes were deeply painful: "You are my wife." ”

In her arms, she shook her head gently: "Don't let me stain you, I don't deserve it, so, this is already good......" She coughed heavily, Fang Cai's indifference was no longer maintainable, blood spilled from her mouth, staining all the placket with pale silk threads rolling on her chest. She turned her head to look at me: "The ninth ...... of the first month"

I hurriedly grabbed her hand, and my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't hear the words: "Eighteen, eighteen, I'm here." ”

A wood carved doll was gently stuffed by her: "I have killed so many people, will I have to be a pig and a dog in my next life?" ”

I shook my head desperately, tears falling from my eyes: "No, don't talk first, Yang Xiuyi's medical skills are very high, he can save you!" ”

She spat out another mouthful of blood, trembled violently twice, and looked pained, but she looked at me with a smile: "Do you remember what you said that day?" ”

"What do you remember?"

She wanted to make a smug and disdainful expression, but it was so difficult, and said softly, "Look." Look, Lao Tzu was not beheaded, no, not Ling Chi, not broken by the car, not ......"

I interrupted her crying: "Don't say it, why are you talking so much nonsense, don't talk yet, Yang Xiuyi will be here soon!" ”

“…… No, not by the five horses. Nor did it. Not been. Captured by the alchemist, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is dead, dead in ......"

Know what she wants to say. But I waited for a long time before she could say it herself.

I pushed her with trembling hands: "Ten, eighteen, you, don't scare me." ”

All her breath came to an end, leaving a small smile on her lips.

There is no continuous story before the death of the actors on the stage, and there is no lingering love story before the death of the protagonist in the novel. She just left, without any last words, and without leaving any ethereal promises of the afterlife, just like her character. walked crisply, and even when he was dying, he didn't forget to fight with me.

The bright eyes lost their luster and slowly closed. Hold it in the palm of my hand, a hand that usually beats people so hard. Also lost strength and temperature.

I pushed her in disbelief: "Eighteen, Song eighteen!" Wake up, wake up! ”

I wish she would suddenly open her eyes and make a grimace at me, and then tell me with a expression and voice: "Lao Tzu is teasing you." ”

But no, they have teased each other so many times in the past, but this time they will never again.

I cried out: "Eighteen, you wake me up, wake up!" Without you, who will bully people with me, fight with me, mess around with me, sleep with me and speak ill of people. Eighteen you wake up, let's quarrel again, okay, I will definitely let you, you can beat me and scold me at will, I won't sue, I won't bully others, eighteen you wake up, ......"

The mountain breeze blew her sideburns apart, revealing a snow-white face. This woman who is scolding even when she sleeps, and her sleeping appearance is extremely ugly, finally has a rare tranquility, so it looks so peaceful and beautiful, but it is not what I want, let alone what Dugutao wants.

He lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead, reached out to wipe the blood from her lips, and said hoarsely: "I didn't care about your identity when I wanted you to be my wife, and I want to bear all the sins you have committed in the past." You've been avoiding me all these days, I haven't said anything, but do you know how uncomfortable I feel in my heart? ”

He hugged her quietly, raised his dark eyes and looked into the distance, where the village was located, and in several places there was curling smoke, and it was the surviving people who were cooking on the stove.

"You ask me when I like you, and I flatly deny that I never did, and that was lying to you. Actually, I don't know, maybe I already like you in the back mountain of Fengyun Village, and I am afraid to deliberately say so many cruel things to you, after all, after all, our identities are indeed different......"

He smiled bitterly, his eyebrows were sad: "Eighteen, did I say these words to let you avoid me all the time?" Tears slid down Gangyi's chin and dripped onto her lips, and he said softly, "The night I escaped from Fengyun Village, I had already walked to the bottom of the mountain, and I couldn't worry that you turned back again, but I lied to you that I wanted to arrest you with my own hands, in fact, I have said a lot of similar lies......"

It would be nice if he could say that while she was alive. It would be nice to know that these changes would happen today. But there are no ifs in life.

He kept talking, whispering word by word, full of affection, but she couldn't hear it.

The clouds in the sky became more and more magnificent, like a blazing fire, and the long wind came one after another, bringing up the branches of the mountain to shake rapidly. The silver stone in the wilderness below the cliff turned sharply and rapidly, like countless lingering moonbeads, reflecting a fantastical and unrealistic speckled halo on Song Shiba's face.

The light kite walked slowly, crying and helping me up, with a sad expression: "Miss, what should we do?" ”

I raised my eyes, she was startled, subconsciously retreated, and I chuckled with tears: "Is it starting to rot?" ”

She covered her lips: "Miss, how can your face be ......?"

I looked at Gu Yuan's corpse: "He is your hair small, I killed him, do you hate me?" ”

She stared at me blankly and didn't speak.

I smiled, "My face is fine, but I killed someone." It used to look like a pig's head, but now it's even uglier......"

Spread out her hands to her, and the palms of her hands began to fester, and the skin and flesh rolled out layer by layer, and the flesh and blood inside gradually rotted and rotted. Actually, it hurts, but the pain is something I've been accustomed to for a long time, not to mention that the most painful part of my body now is in my heart.

finally glanced at Song Shiba, who was snuggled in Dugutao's arms, with calm eyebrows and eyes, and a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth. In fact, she walked so peacefully and happily, and she was probably quite content with the guillotine, compared to the scenes I have mentioned.

This dead woman, she is always on the surface, uninhibited, and looks heroic and can swallow heaven and earth, but in fact, she is so sensitive in her heart, she is inferior to me, more contradictory than me, and more cranky than me.

Placing her wooden statue in my arms, I lay flat on the ground, looked at the cloudy sky, and said softly, "Light kite, help me with something." ”

She cried and nodded: "Miss, you say." ”

"I'm so dizzy now, I may be about to pass out, wait a minute, if Yang Xiuyi gets rid of the Black Mist Demon Beast, you let him take me out, if not, you just throw me here, let me stay with him."

She sobbed and didn't speak, I sighed lightly, and said to myself: "If there is still a chance in the future, I really want to take you to Daxiang Restaurant for a walk, although I don't like that, but there are a few special dishes in Jixiang Garden that taste really good, I really want to eat again, although it is really expensive." ”

"Miss......"

I thought to myself: "I used to have two life plans, one is to eat all the famous wine and food in the world, of course, all of them have not been tasted by my master, so that I can happily show off in front of him, I always like to make him angry, because when he is angry, he will blow his beard all over the place, which is very fun, haha......"

"There was also a plan to find my relatives, but they all died......

Speaking of this, my consciousness has gradually become a little blurred, I touched my face with more and more abscesses, and sighed lightly: "It's the same ancient witchcraft, but it seems that the celestial white mangling array can't compare to the murderous blood curse of our Yue family, if it wasn't for the full treatment of my master back then, maybe my Heavy Light Immortal Spell can't compare to it, it's really powerful......"

There seems to be a lot of words, and I can't find the logic of my nonsense: "Life in the world is just the pleasure of wine and meat, if there is no good food and drink, it is so boring." I really hope that I can take revenge sooner, and then I can go through the rivers and lakes with Yang Xiuyi, walk all over the mountains and rivers, and go through all the beautiful dramas and beautiful tunes. It's best to find a famous teacher from the immortal family to cure my disease, and then I want to give birth to Yang Xiuyi, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, he will definitely like it, you say, I'm so beautiful, he's so handsome, our child must be the most beautiful in the world, right......"

The sleepiness became more and more intense, I forced my eyes to open, and continued: "How happy is this life, the man is out in the wind and rain, hard work to make money, the woman is at home laundry and cooking, diligent and thrifty, and when he comes back after a hard day, he will be able to eat a table of food I made immediately, and I will pinch his waist and beat the ......."

This is what Song Shibai said, tears flowed again, and she never forgot her expression at that time, and the longing in her eyes was so strong.

I choked up and wiped away my tears, and looked at the light kite, and from her clear eyes, I could faintly see my own face, which was almost without a piece of good skin. It's like a meatloaf sprinkled with chili powder on a frying pan, or like a watermelon rind that has been trampled on.

I stretched out my hand to cover it, but I didn't have the strength, maybe after another stick of incense, my skin would be rotten. I closed my eyes and said one last thing before my consciousness dissipated: "If only I could eat another piece of honey bean cake made by Master." ”

The heavy wind blows, the cold soaks the limbs, and it is relieved to think that life is imperfect without regrets.

Such as Xu Green Pond such as Xu soup, do not love thrush and love madness.

often laughs in front of people, and has a long night of self-cherished feelings.

The longing for the wind is overwhelming, and the sorrow is broken.

In a pinch of loess dust and smoke, a few sad songs ride the wind.

The fight is endless, and the voice of the beautiful woman has disappeared.

But listening to the thousands of miles of wind, floating life is just a play.