The word "flesh and blood blur" used to be a very abstract concept for Luo Zhiqiu. At this time, he was shocked to look at the angry Futu in his arms, and Luo Zhiqiu really realized the meaning of this word.

I once thought that because Futu was burdened with the shameful identity of a killer, he had always preferred dark clothes. At this time, looking at Futu's bloodstained black robe, Luo Zhiqiu suddenly realized that Futu's preference was just because he didn't want others to see his fragile side.

If it weren't for the previous series of prologues, Luo Zhiqiu would probably never have realized the deep-hidden fragility in Futu's heart; People have weaknesses, and he is no exception.

Twisting Yuebai's sleeves, Luo Zhiqiu stroked Futu's lips over and over again in a panic, trying to suppress the blood foam that kept coming out of his mouth; But the blood in his body was like a spring chiseled open at this time, and no matter how Luo Zhiqiu wiped it, he couldn't stop it.

Compared with the blood color, Shangfu Tu's pale face as white as paper became more and more demonic.

"Futu, hold on, I'll find you a doctor!"

No matter how opposed their positions are now, Luo Zhiqiu's first reaction in his mind is to save people, and in his eyes, Futu is not a traitorous person as he imagined. As soon as the sound fell, Luo Zhiqiu, who had no owner of the six gods, wanted to stand up and went out of the terrace to ask for help.

My body knows in my heart that it's too late.

He is not as good as others. Bai Zhenxue's "Star Break" with all her strength is a killing move in the "Xuanjiu Congenital Gang". The person who made the move materialized the cultivation of Yin and Cold True Power in his body and planted it into the body of others like a seed. And these yin and cold true powers run with the blood to the eight veins of the human wonder meridians. obstructing the flow of blood and gas in others; Once the other party absorbs enough cold qi, ice crystals formed by the condensation of cold qi will form in the major points of the meridians, as long as the same source true power is triggered. The ice crystals in the body will detonate instantly!

Now that the meridians around Futu are broken, it has reached the point where there is no medicine and stone; Even if Da Luo Jin Immortal descends to earth, I am afraid that he will lack the skills to return to the sky.

At this time, the great will that came from nowhere, Fu Tu's blood-stained hand suddenly burst out with a strong force, grabbed Luo Zhiqiu's shoulder, and desperately leaned towards the root of his ear. Futu, who was soaked in blood between his lips, kept opening and closing his mouth, and a pair of eyes glowing with vanity were persistent and tenacious, staring at Luo Zhiqiu.

This scene. It undoubtedly makes people feel frightened.

After a while, Luo Zhiqiu somewhat understood Futu's current thoughts, and he seemed to be trying his best to convey something to himself. With a worried heart. Luo Zhiqiu also followed the bloody hand of Fu Tu Pan on his shoulder, and lowered his ears to listen carefully to his words.

"Day"

"Don't do it, don't do it"

"Don't be a moonlight, each in its place"

The sun does not shine in the moon, each in its place?! The intermittent words in Futu's mouth, Luo Zhiqiu laboriously connected them. And that's not just as laborious as it sounds. It's even more difficult to understand! Luo Zhiqiu, who racked his brains, pondered the deep meaning of these words back and forth. But it can't penetrate the mystery of it.

Futu, are you talking nonsense, or do you really want to send some information? Looking at the floating slaughter in his arms in a daze, Luo Zhiqiu, who couldn't understand it, also asked anxiously in a panic.

"Futu, I don't understand what you're saying! What the hell are you trying to refer to?!

But Fu Tu, who had tried his best, couldn't answer Luo Zhiqiu anymore, his face was full of empty smiles, and his trembling bloody hand slowly stretched out, constantly leaning towards Luo Zhiqiu's face. But it was difficult several times. Fu Tu's bloody hand finally stopped an inch away from his face, not daring to get any closer than half a minute.

There are good and bad things in the world. Where there is light, there is darkness. And Fu Tu, who was covered in slaughter, knew clearly that he would never be able to get close to the elegant and clean man beside him; Getting too close to him would only allow his sins to defile Luo Zhiqiu, which was a disrespectful blasphemy against him.

In those days of killing with a knife licking blood, Fu Tu had imagined his death countless times, although he couldn't know when and where his life would end, but he knew that he might not escape the word "desolate". As small as dust, disappearing like dust, this killer road is destined to be a point of no return.

At this moment, he can still hear the old man send him a song "Hate Lovesickness", and once again witness the spring and autumn of this old place, lying in the arms of the person he once watched from afar and dying quietly, Futu suddenly found that death was not as terrible as imagined, but had an unprecedented sense of peace of mind.

Luo Zhiqiu, a dazzling light in Futu's gray life, even if he reached the end of his life, he was still dazzling, so that he couldn't face it calmly.

In his life, Futu couldn't be a good person, so before leaving, he wanted to leave a different self for Luo Zhiqiu, lest he forget his savings after a long time.

In this life, everyone expects someone to remember them.

"Good, good, good"

Like a blooming flower, Fu Tu supported his last bit of consciousness, adding a sincere smile to his face that had been indifferent for more than 20 years and had been hidden for more than 20 years.

Friends, cherish.

The autumn wind swirls coldly around this embrace, blowing off the fallen leaves between the paulownia trees overhead, and the bloody hand that suddenly fell in the pile of dead leaves on the ground was buried together in this bleak autumn.

"Futu, Futu!!"

A pair of acquaintances for many years were ruthlessly separated by life and death at this time, and between Luo Zhiqiu's face distorted by pain, tears were more urgent than the meteors that crossed the sky. Wiping his eyes that were fascinated by tears over and over again, Luo Zhiqiu looked carefully at the floating slaughter in his arms, at this time, this man with a sincere smile slept quietly and forever.

He has been with killing all day long, and the world thinks that under the ghost face of this bloody man, there must be a vicious and ugly face. But on the contrary, Futu has a handsome face that makes even women sigh at themselves, with thin lips like cicada wings, eyebrows as thick as black ink, a nose as straight as mountains, skin as white as mutton fat, and the smile that remains on his cheeks has two small dimples, adding a bit of softness to his handsomeness.

But the birth of involuntary made a hero who should have been in the spotlight of tens of thousands of people embark on a road of no return that can never be turned back.

Futu, in fact, you are a person who longs for peace, right? We all want to get out of this disturbing world, but we are deeply bound to it, and we cannot be detached.

The flowers are similar every year, but Luo Zhiqiu knows that in the future, he will not be able to wait for the old man who has quietly watched him from a corner.

The withering autumn has buried the prosperity of this world, and it will also take you away.

The autumn wind and moon, the frost of the cold night, sigh the sad wind. (To be continued......)