There are some things that you may be able to endure once, but you can't endure them again.

It's really very difficult to forgive all people, all things, in all situations, and never hurt people's hearts. I didn't know it would be so difficult.

When Wengao forcibly entered me, I screamed in pain from his rude behavior.

With tears streaming down my eyes, I said, "He'll kill you when he comes back!" He won't let you go! ”

Wen Gao laughed. He said, "Just dream." That hapless lover of yours has long since turned into a pile of bones! He has already been dismantled! I'm your lover now! I'm just enjoying what he'll never be able to enjoy! Let him rot on the steppe! The wolf of the steppe is enjoying every piece of his flesh and every bone. You won't see him anymore! ”

A black poisonous juice gushed out of his mind. It boiled and radiated from the mind to the limbs. My whole body was burned by it.

I don't know where the strength came from, I desperately pulled my right hand out of his pressure, and all the skin on the back of my hand fell on the stone, and the whole back of my hand suddenly became bloody.

I don't care about anything anymore. I finally reached my right hand.

Just as Wen Gao gritted his teeth and said "You'll never see him again" on me, I heard my hands touch together and let out a small click.

Wen Gao said, "He has been pierced by ten thousand arrows" His voice stopped abruptly, and a strange sizzling sound came out of his throat.

He stood up clutching his neck, and he stumbled back a few steps until he reached the cave wall.

His pants fell from his legs and fell to the ground.

He glared at me with frightened eyes and pointed at me with his other hand in a panic and despair.

I struggled to get up from the ground, my clothes were torn, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and my hair was in a loose bun. I looked at him hatefully.

I said, "Brute! Die! ”

I aimed at him and pulled the metal bracket a second time.

A second brass sleeve arrow whizzed out, into his right eye socket, from the back of his head, and thud into the crack in the stone.

And so he was nailed there.

His hand around his neck fell, revealing the first small arrow that had passed through his throat.

He was hit by two Hidden Arrows, but he didn't die right away. He was pinned there, staring at me with the remaining eyeball, and he tried to speak to me, making a serpent-like sizzling sound.

From his severed throat, blood blisters kept coming out.

I stood there trembling and listened to his hoarse sizzling and watched the blood bubbles gurgle out. They grew fewer and smaller, and finally, the sizzling was gone.

The last blood bubble stayed on his neck for half a second, and then popped up. And then there was no more.

The light in his eyes was gone. His eyes became dull and lacklustre like those of a dead fish.

I slumped on a rock.

I sat there before the others returned, facing the consequences of my actions, listening to the sound of my upper and lower teeth tapping against each other.

I saved myself.

But did I really save myself?

But in this chaotic world, can we really save ourselves?

Can we really save anything?

From that day on, I understood what it was like to kill someone.

Killing is the physical and mental slaughter of the self. To kill is to kill oneself.

When you shot the white-haired mother in the steppe, I also killed a man in a cave on the back mountain.

This person is Wen Gao.

From the moment he died in front of my eyes, I understood what it meant to kill. I also knew that killing people was a painful thing, but I didn't really know how painful it was until that moment.

Faced with the consequences of my own cause, I sat for more than three hours until Fu Tianliang came back with the men and horses who had lured the enemy.

Some of them were wounded, but not dead. They were stunned by what they saw in the cave.

Fu Tianliang immediately took off his shirt to cover my almost completely exposed body, and then he gave an order, and the soldiers pulled out their knives one after another and chopped them indiscriminately, and the corpse that was once called Wen Gao turned into a pile of meat in front of me.

I don't know how the rest of the time passed.

I don't remember where I followed Fu Tianliang's men and horses to hide later.

Later, when you asked me about those days, all my memories were until Wengao was broken into pieces, and after that, I only remembered a desire in my heart, that is, I hoped that you would come back alive soon.

I had a strong desire in my trance: to see you.

Unless I see you, life will never go back to normal.

When I watched Wen Gao alone, I understood why you used your life to stop me from shooting my big brother.

You are right.

If I had killed him at that time, it would have been a nightmare for my whole life, the heaviest burden on my soul. I will never be able to get rid of it.