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The withered yellow meadow, the blood soaked under Xia Lan's body and diffused into irregular pearls.

His fingers moved, he felt his consciousness gradually clear, the pain of the short spear piercing his chest worse, and he heard someone talking in the distance, it was the language of the barbarians.

He used to know the language of the barbarians, but now he hears and understands.

The voice is loud, the speed of speech is fast, and the tone is angry.

Vaguely careless, rough, woman, death.

Xia Lan's "corpse" suddenly trembled all over, and her closed eyes opened at that moment, gray, godless, and deadly silent.

The barbarian squad was ready to go back, and they had completed their mission, but someone stayed for a moment, and he was going to retrieve his weapon, for the short spear that had been thrown at the little hare was still left on the corpse.

He walked over, looking back at the female corpse with reluctance, maybe if he played carefully just now, the other party would not die, if he didn't die, then he would have more opportunities to play.

The barbarian turned his head, as if with some regret, but his expression of regret soon became surprised, for he saw that the corpse of the little hare that he had pierced slowly stood up.

Charan stood up, like a target, as the short spear hung from his chest.

The hanging hand grabbed the front of the short spear in his chest and slowly pulled it forward, his movements were gentle and bloody.

He didn't seem to feel the pain of the pulling, so slowly, or maybe the pain was numb and he was stimulating his own pain.

"You want?"

The time to pull out the short spear was long, very short.

Xia Lan looked at the barbarian not far in front of him, he was laughing, laughing and infiltrating.

"Then I'll give it to you."

As the words fell, the short spear pierced through the barbarian's eyes, and a round hole appeared.

No one knows how the barbarian felt, because he was dead.

He died very surprised, his whole face still had the original expression, he didn't understand, why time seemed to come to a standstill, and he didn't even wait for him to think a little more, even a little, but he died.

Xia Lan was laughing, laughing loudly, as if the sky was echoing his laughter, and if the sky felt it, it felt crazy.

Kalam noticed the anomaly, by this time they were already on their horses, and their companions were accidentally killed they did not expect, but then anger made them draw their weapons and they began to charge.

Karam didn't move, because he didn't have to, his men would kill the crazy boy.

Xia Lan was still laughing, he felt stronger than ever, and even at that moment he was thinking that if there were gods in this world, he could kill them.

But there is no god in this world, and he can't kill God, so he can only kill the barbarians in front of him.

The tall horses of the barbarians started from starting, charged, galloped, their weapons were already raised, and the direction of the target was clear.

Approaching, approaching, weapon attacking, passing by, standard cavalry attack, but they did not succeed because they with their horses became blood clots flying in the sky.

If time had frozen frames, this scene would have been an elegant and brutal painting.

Kalam was stunned, and the next moment he felt cold, it was fear, it was death.

Because the boy was within three steps of him, he was looking at him and laughing, very bright, very sunny, very scary.

He didn't see how he came to him, he didn't even see how he brutally killed his own men.

Vaguely, vaguely, he seemed to see the silver flash of a sword, because the young man in front of him had a sword in his hand.

Kalam wanted to turn the horse's head, but he couldn't move, not in his heart, but in his body, as if he was firmly bound and imprisoned by countless ropes.

What kind of power is this? Who is this?

Kalam didn't know who this strange teenager was, and a moment ago, he was as fragile as a lamb. Now he is powerful like a god, or, a demon.

Xia Lan didn't give him an answer, but he gave him a sword.

Kalam still didn't see how the sword struck, and when he split in half with his beloved horse, he was terrified by himself, because of his eyes, his consciousness, he saw the other half of his body.

He wanted to open his mouth, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

For the first time, he felt that time was passing slowly, and the last thing his eyes saw was the young man's smile, and he was still smiling at him, laughing so hard that he died.

Actually, time is really slow, only a short 30 seconds.

But those 30 seconds became the last time of these barbarians' lives.

Xia Lan fell to his knees again, holding his head.

He was in pain, his whole body was aching, his head seemed to be exploding, and there was a voice in his subconscious, very vaguely telling him what had happened, intermittently, involving speculation and understanding.

Suddenly he thought of something, an ominous thing.

It was important because it sustained him, he was in pain, but he wanted to know.

Struggling to walk, he saw Lady Lisa, whose body was twisted, her expression was painful, her eyes were rolling, and she exuded a strong unwillingness, anger, despair, and she died.

Xia Lan's eyes suddenly swelled and ached.

He continued to walk until he stood in front of the hell he had created, the withered yellow earth where countless corpses were scattered.

He knelt down, because he understood the ominous thing, understood, the strength of support was gone, and his swollen eyes were red, and it was tears welling up.

In front of him was Rona's head with her eyes closed.

There are only heads.

He killed her, along with the barbarians.

Before, he remembered that before he closed his eyes, Rona was hanging on a horse.

He remembered the hint that had given him the power system.

"Hint: After activating the Death Desperate Situation, the host's consciousness behavior will fall into chaos and uncontrollable when it is not capable of controlling the laws of this world, and the safety of the host is the first element."

Incapable of ...... Confusion...... Uncontrolled zhì......

Yes, how can the weak self control this, how can it!

He was the one who killed Lona.

clearly said that he wanted to protect her and protect their mother and daughter, but he didn't do it, and in the end he even killed Rona with his own hands.

He wanted to laugh.

He's sorry for Uncle Obur, he's sorry for Mother and Daughter, he can't even protect himself, protect them? Bite off more than one can chew.

"Ah............h

In this land of the yellow sky, someone let out a bitter and sad wail, like a wild beast, a beast with a dead heart.

Sad, distorted face, tears and nose stained Xia Lan's face, and he held Rona's small head.

The tears seemed to have no end in sight, and even brought a rapid coughing and wheezing.

This face, the face of the person closest to him from the time he came into this world.

Gently caressing her red and swollen little face.

"Little Rona is obedient, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

He was whispering, he was talking, as if she could hear him.

But she couldn't hear, she died.

The color of the sky gradually darkened, darkened, and the shadow of the man on the withered yellow grass was stretched and stretched......

Stars, Purple Moon.

The eerie picture has always been frozen.

He stood up suddenly, and in front of the blood clots scattered around him, he was like a child who had lost something, constantly searching for something,

Early morning.

There is a man digging something in this land.

Noon.

The figure continued to dig away.

At dusk, Xia Lan carefully fiddled with the blood clot in the pit, which was the blood clot that Rona's was cut by him. He searched for a night, he put her body together, and now, he is buried.

The mutilated body continued to be intact, and next to her was her mother.

In front of the pit, Xia Lan looked at them, he was like a dead man, lost in his soul, but he could only look at them like this.

"Hint: A qiē has a beginning, a qiē has an end, when a qiē ends, the beginning restarts."

A mechanical voice suddenly appeared in my head, like a ghost.

What do you mean? What do you mean?

No one gave him any more hints, answers.

A light suddenly flashed in Xia Lan's gray eyes.

System! System! Show me!

Name: Frank Charan

Class Level: Apprentice Swordsman (5)

Health: 12/50

Talents: None

Abilities: "Rough Swordsmanship", "Death Desperate"

Task:......

Xia Lan's hands suddenly clenched, he didn't know what this ghost thing was, but he thought of one thing, this thing might be able to fulfill his wish!

Resurrect Rona!

Coming to this world is absurd enough, and he can accept absurd things again, because of habit, because of numbness.

Night falls.

In front of the grave of Rona's mother and daughter, Xia Lan stood quietly, and the lost soul seemed to return to him, because there was anger in him.

The anger of the living, the anger.

Little Lona, my brother makes a vow here, no matter what the road ahead is full of, whether it is thorns or fire, temptation or hesitation, but I will not stop, I don't know what the end is, but there are you there, you who are alive, I will go on until ......

Death.

He went away and left the tomb because he had a tomb in his heart.

He was on a horse, wearing the stars and the moon.

He accepted a mission, an infinite task.

These tasks are a section of road, and he is paving the way, constantly paving the grave at the end of his heart.