The six impermanences that stay in the martial country can only make them think of one person.

However, although Frost Moon Jun did not go with them at that time, it does not mean that he will always stay in the Martial Kingdom, maybe for such a long time, he has also traveled around the Martial Kingdom - of course, it may not be. They could not guess the impermanence of the rules of action, but they could know or anticipate their danger, proving that he may have been given some information at the time or afterward. will think about telling Jun to mess with wine and let them help, which is indeed like his style of beating around the bush. For the few of them, Frost Moon Jun was not a person with a bad heart. Although he "doesn't speak human words", he is "good at doing personnel".

"How did you convince the people to go to war?" Bai Ya was a little curious, "People don't like to fight. ”

"But Shura likes it."

"Tsk."

There's no time to ask more about Junranjiu. The current situation is more complicated than they thought. They had returned to their true reality—the strange idol of the god was behind them, in a humble tower with only a few decorative elements that belonged to the palace. However, Jun Aoyan looked like that, and this almost gray-haired old father couldn't stand this stimulation.

"She's been controlled." Liu Shenghan explained simply, she was no longer bleeding, and it seemed that the wound was beginning to heal, "Because of their strange music, she couldn't hear us, and she couldn't figure out the current situation." ”

Jun Chaojiu's face is not good-looking, but no matter how you say it, he is also an old general who has gone through battles, and he has to remain calm in front of the field. Although he didn't have much contact, he knew the tricks of this group of demon gods.

"I'm a rough man." He said calmly, "Except for fighting, I don't know anything about these witchcraft spells. But since it's like this, then ...... I may have a way that is not the way out, and it is risky. ”

"You say yes, and we'll do our best to cooperate." Qi Huan said.

The viscous blood covered his body, and he was overwhelmed.

The liquid wrapped her tightly like a heavy blanket, and like countless chains, connecting her steps to the earth, and it was difficult to walk. They were like countless pairs of huge hands, capturing her and nailing her to this battlefield, even if she was burned in flames.

All that left her eyes was red.

She didn't know everyone here, everyone who was supposedly killed by herself. It's so weird, how can I remember them all? She always wondered. It's just a matter of killing one by one. In front of the red curtain, a dark shadow pounced on her, and she raised her knife and slashed down. Then, the shadow would splash blood, and the weight on his shoulders would increase.

Even now she didn't recognize the appearance of the other three "companions", who were also wrapped in red, distorted and distorted in their already vague vision. Who are they? Who are these people?

"I still have children."

"You're a monster."

"My lover is waiting for me."

"Why do women go to war?"

"You can't do it."

"We gave birth to you and raised you."

"It only kills."

"It's too cruel."

"You killed your parents with your own hands."

"You are a sinner."

"You're not weak...... But it's not strong enough. ”

"So you don't care about other people's lives?"

"Including your own?"

There is only endless nonsense in my ears. There are biological parents, there are people who drink wildly, there are partners in the army, there are Bai Ya and a few of them, and the voices of strangers - maybe she has heard it, it should be the enemy's. The words lingered, overlapped, and piled up in her ears in a disorderly manner, like a wall of masonry that grew higher and higher, until it obscured the sky and the sun, so that she could no longer see anything in front of her eyes.

Is this black or red?

Unbeknownst to her, she had lost even the ability to recognize colors. All she knew was to keep raising the knife and swinging it down. If someone attacks, she defends, resists, and kills. Then there's the next person, the next person...... Endless.

Just kill and they'll shut up.

As long as you kill, the world will be quiet.

What does the ruin of other people's country and family have to do with the separation of their wives and themselves? It doesn't matter, she doesn't have a home either, does she? It's not that there are people who are truly loyal and patriotic, and she doesn't disrespect them...... I have seen it when I am sober, but is it necessary to maintain the so-called rationality when I am not sober? They just have to shut up. Life is small, fragile, and the whole life is a huge, long battlefield. If you don't kill someone, you'll be killed by someone else.

All kinds of negative emotions are piled up in the depths of my heart, and my poor and rotten heart is covered with a glamorous and beautiful shell on weekdays. Even if you plough this depleted land with a hoe, you will only be exposed with pale bones and wet blood.

Who are these for?

Help me.

Who's going to save me.

Fighting against himself like this, making cries for help that no one can hear. Even so, the hand is mercilessly slashed, burying one after another, strong or fragile.

while ignoring their cries for help.

In that case, will anyone still listen to their cries for help?

Didn't anyone hear it at first, and if it heard it, it wouldn't come and reach out?

In the midst of this confused blood mist, in the babbling whispers, she suddenly heard different voices.

It's not a human voice, it's not the sound of a blade, it's a small, wind-howling sound. Is it a bell or a whistle? It's familiar, it's coming from far away......

It's far away, so far away that it seems to come from childhood.

Childhood?

In addition to the red in front of her eyes, there was suddenly a small black dot. The black dots gradually widen, and specific outlines appeared. It looked like it was stationary, but it was spinning, and she could see it. It rotates at high speed and rubs against the air, making a small whistle that is pleasing to the ear.

Was a metal spinning top, she recognized.

The place that rotated around it suddenly seemed to be blown up by the wind, and the scenery also rotated, and its tip was screwed downward, crushed and dispersed. One by one, the dark shadows around them turned into dust and disappeared, and even those "friends" disappeared. She only felt that the wind whistle in her ears was getting clearer and clearer.

The illusion is crumbling.

"You're pretty good." This is Bai Ya's voice.

"Miss Jun is beautiful and kind-hearted, which is very good." This is Liu Shenghan's voice.

"When I go back, I'll let your father teach me how to play with guns." This is the voice of Qi Huan.

"You still have to eat the fennel box, Dad bought it for you."

It was her father's voice.

There were so many tender, fleeting words that she remembered for a moment—perhaps she couldn't remember who said them, but someone had actually mentioned them to her. These words were accompanied by the peculiar sound of the spinning top, causing her body to regain a steady stream of power. The blood on her clothes gradually receded, and she felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and what she saw was becoming clearer.

"What are you doing?"

Again, the voices of those apparitions. She felt she could tell the difference between the two. In addition to the tone, there is also the stiff voice of several people overlapping, which makes the auditory hallucinations easier to recognize. The men appeared, and their appearance began to melt, almost like ...... The wax man was exposed to high temperatures, and his eyeballs fell off.

"What are you doing?" "Bai Ya" questioned again. By the moment, she was completely sure that these were nothing more than damn hallucinations.

"Bai Ya" slashed the knife hard at her, and the whistling of the gyroscope in her ears suddenly sharpened. Without hesitation, she raised her knife and headed it head-on. The blades collided suddenly, bursting with golden sparks. Her hand felt a real vibration, very different from the touch she had previously indulged in in a mirage. At that time, the Mo knife was as light as paper, and if you didn't hold it hard, it would float away. Now, she felt the true weight of steel, and at the same time, the inexplicable, killing frenzy receded like a tidal wave.

Centered on the place where the weapon came into contact, all the colors were completely peeling, and she returned to a strange place, never visited. But the Bai Ya in front of him, whose eyes were as sharp and cold as a blade, must be the most real one.

She suddenly withdrew her knife.

"Damn, I'm tired of it."

Bai Ya immediately relaxed his arms and let out a long breath.

Proud face looked around. In addition to Bai Ya, she also saw Jun Chaojiu and Qi Huan. At that moment, she didn't seem to have as many mixed feelings as she had expected—as if they had met in advance.

Qi Huan had a knife in his hand, like the one he had hidden in his sleeve. There was a spinning top on the blade, almost indistinguishable from the one she had lost before. It spun slower and slower, and the chirping became thicker and thicker. The sound of the spinning top was sharp enough to pierce through the noise around it and pour into the depths of one's own thoughts.

"This is ......"

"Your dad made you another one." Qi Huan raised the tip of the knife, and the top immediately jumped towards Jun Aoyan. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, taking a closer look at it in her hand. She turned her head again and found that Bai Ya had fought side by side with Jun Chaojiu again. They are constantly destroying the instruments in the hands of those people. Only then did she realize that the sound of those people's blowing had long since broken down, and it was not as magnificent as before.

"You're alive! These, you ...... I'm —"

"There's no time to explain." Qi Huan summarized simply, "If you can wake up, we really have a lot less trouble." Now it's time for them to pay. ”

Jun Aoyan looked around, always feeling that there was one person missing.

"Where's the cold?"

But as soon as he said this, even Qi Huan was gone. She was a little at a loss, and passively watched out for those people for the time being. She felt that there were more people here than before, and the scene was more chaotic. The barrier has been broken, and many reinforcements from the Kingdom of Geshen have arrived. Those Shura fought with such soldiers. In comparison, Shura's number was not large, so she guessed that Jun Chaojiu deliberately brought an independent team to kill him by surprise from the outside.

In the confusion, she saw a familiar patch of color in the corner. She immediately ran over and lifted the cloth, revealing that it was the one that everyone had overlooked. Aoyan immediately picked it up to prevent someone from snatching it.

Kinnara didn't give up, and even in such a chaotic scene, she still picked Xun up again, put it to her mouth, and prepared to blow it again. Gandharva tugged at her clothes and kept reminding her of something.

"Sister......

"What are you afraid of!"

Liu Shenghan stood in front of them like this, looking at them coldly. Her eyes were like endless white snowfields. She was bloody, and some parts of her body had dried up. The original color of the clothes resembled the scars of the red clothes. There were two dried blood stains on either cheek and under her ear. I don't know if her hearing has recovered now.

Between the two of them, there is still a foot away. She suddenly raised her hand, and the blood-stained cloud ghost flickered by.

Xun was shattered, and it was only a matter of a moment.