There is no way to describe the style of this knife. Yun Ting is not a pig, the pig can only hum under the pig killing knife, and there is no way to speak. He was human, but at this moment, he was speechless, as silent as the pig waiting to be slaughtered.

There was no time to speak, a breath, as if it had been thousands of years, and the handler was slightly lowered and slowly split. Against the light, against the wind, against the time, little by little, approaching in the direction of the clouds.

There was silence all around, and Yun Ting could clearly sense everything, but he couldn't move his hands and feet. There is movement, but it is the same as the knife that came to it, it is very slow, and it takes a long time for each deviation to take.

Seems he can escape? But no, although it is just a retreat, those who know them, call them stupid, and those who do not dream think they are stupid, but they are not stupid. Fools can't kill so many people, and they won't pursue freedom, let alone insist on being so stupid. His stupidity, his pride, let him not take a step back! They can only move forward without stopping, even if it is a shame to stand still.

If there is a wall, then hit it, if there is a river, then it will flow through, if there is a mountain, then climb it, and if there is a lake, then swim over. They did not retreat, and even if they died, they would not retreat. Standing up straight for so long, the back is not bent or bent, the back is not retreated, and the avoidance is not avoided, anyway, if you are born to live, you will still die, then you will die standing up, die quickly, die slowly, and die. It's all death, so why be afraid of death?

Everything about the knife was clearly reflected in Yun Ting's eyes, and the mouths of the people around him slowly opened at this time, and small syllables came out of their throats, but they became separate sounds. He saw Yun Xian, saw the panicked eyes, and saw the feet he stepped forward.

There is also a toad eating a phoenix, whose strong body has not subsided, but its eyes are almost as wide as Zhang Fei's eyes, which is quite a bit of a leopard's head and ringed eyes. Of course, his mouth was also wide open, and Yun Ting estimated that he could stuff four or five eggs into it, of course, Yun Ting felt that it was even more ridiculous that he would notice this aspect at this time, and he also thought of the scene of the toad eating the phoenix stuffing eggs in his mind.

Yun Ting saw it, but he didn't see it, the cold and piercing gaze of the Oneiroi machine behind him, there's trust in it, and there are other things I don't know what kind of. He didn't see, so his eyes moved, and he saw the sky, and he saw the white clouds under the blue sky and the sun in the sky.

Soon it was dark and he couldn't see anything.

"Fengxiao, do you still want to go?" In Wuhou's mansion, the lights were flickering, and he sat in the hall and asked softly.

Outside, the autumn wind gradually rose, and in bursts, it blew and shook the trees, making a rustling sound. Everywhere there were dark shadows, like beasts and ghosts, staring at the brightly lit room.

Guo Jia sat down and heard Yun Ting's words, but he raised his head and smiled lightly, the wind was light. Some pale faces have a little more blood, although they can't see the chic and handsome of the past, but they have an extra morbid beauty.

He said, "I'm going." ”

The wick shook violently, and after a burst of light and darkness, Yun Ting, who was sitting on the soft couch, closed his eyes. At this moment, he didn't look at the panel, nor did he look at the so-called digitized Guo Jia, the loyalty shown by the numbers.

In Yun Ting's eyes, these "things" composed of a large string of symbolic data have long been people. And he didn't think about whether Guo Jia wanted to escape or move forward.

"You can't go." His hand pressed on the soft couch and pressed a piece of the mattress down.

"Why?" Guo Jia asked.

Yun Ting opened his eyes, glanced at Guo Jia seriously, and said, "I will die." ”

"If you don't go, you'll die." Guo Jia seemed to shrink his body because of the cold. He calmly took out his handkerchief, covered it with his palm, and coughed a few times.

"I'm not going to let you die." Cloud Thunder Road.

But he didn't see that Guo Jia's face in the shadows was getting paler and paler, and there were a few more red blood stains on the handkerchief. If there are a few cold plums, they bloom brightly in the white snow, and they are brilliant.

"If I don't go or not, I'm going to die." Guo Jia smiled bitterly and added something in his heart. The handkerchief had already been retracted into his sleeve, not allowing Yun Ting to see the slightest trace.

"I'll let Ziyi accompany you, he can protect you."

"Feng Xiao, remember, you can't die, no matter whether you succeed or fail, you can't die."

"Huh." Guo Jia laughed, and the place where his face was illuminated by the candlelight was especially brilliant. His smile was like a spring breeze, bathed in life after death, with a faint warm color.

"If the old viper doesn't die, how can I die?" He said this, revealing the shiny teeth in his mouth.

Yun Ting didn't expect that this was the last conversation between him and Guo Jia, this person who was a little cunning, liked to drink, and had some flowers, just left. It wasn't until he stood on the city wall and looked at the attacking army that he suddenly thought of what Guo Jia said, and also thought of the blood in the lights that night.

The old poisonous snake died, and the poisonous snake that liked to hide in the hole, pull out the grass, and never be frightened by the grass died. I remember that he was very afraid of death, because he was old, and when he was old, he was afraid of death, but he still died. It's as if he's never been afraid, he's not so forbearing.

He was a snake, and he should have slipped into the sewing, but he didn't.

Then there is the natural Guo Fengxiao, as he himself said, the old poisonous snake does not die, he will not die. But the old viper died, and he also died, in the place where the autumn rain fell.

Guo Jia once said that he wanted to die suddenly, not the kind of death that would struggle for a long time, but for a moment. A character like him, who comes suddenly, drinks suddenly, should also die suddenly, chic and nameless.

"It's very chic, indeed." The clouds murmured, bloody tears dripping from their eyes. Slightly tingling, with a deep astringency, he did not close his eyes, but looked with wide eyes. He saw a blood-colored world, and in the center, he seemed to see three blood-colored people.

The old poisonous snakes, Guo Fengxiao, and Taishi Ziyi, seemed to be standing there.

So in the end, who else is going to die?

Yun Ting lowered his head and saw the few drops of crystal blood rolling on the city wall, and from inside, he saw himself. The man in a gorgeous robe with a dull eye.

"At that time, I died."

"But if I die once, how can I die a second time? What's more, they only have one time! I'm afraid of death, I'm not afraid of my own death, I'm afraid of someone else's death. ”

"So, I can't die, you have to die!"

Yun Ting's eyes were red, he roared, and inside his body, his heart was rattling, and his blood was boiling. Again and again, against the current, into the deepest part of the heart.

He won't back down! This time, there will be no more tears and blood.

The Qingjar Sword let out a low roar, and the sound was blood-devouring with longing. The sword stood upright, and Yun Ting's hand, holding the sword, fell into the wind and faced the falling sword. The long hair was scattered and blown, revealing a pair of eyes that had never been dull in this life, and were always bright.

He, not convinced!

He died yesterday, and if he is born again today, he will not die again. Yun Ting's sword, with pure persistence, collided with Wang Meng's sword.

Two strands of blood, throwing tracks, mixed with the spilled sunlight.

(End of chapter)