He saw a ray of sword light appear in front of him, so he picked up the cyan long sword, first used it to open the cage on his body, and then pulled out dozens of cyan sword flowers, as if he was treating a lover, and handed this bouquet of flowers out with affection, to be handed to that person's chest.

There is a sword standing in front of him, there is a sword in his hand, there is a flower blooming and falling, he watched this brilliant flower fly out, and his heart is also very splendid. Such flowers, when they bloom, will be accompanied by a bright blood color, which makes people immersed and intoxicated.

Brilliant flowers, brilliant hearts, and blood flowers that are about to be brilliant, he showed a chuckle, happy and happy. However, the smile froze, and the flowers could no longer shine. One hand, two fingers, reached into the blooming flowers, not caring at all about the long, innumerable and sharp thorns, pinched the cyan, slightly emaciated long sword, and the sword flowers fluttered one after another and disappeared.

The sword was gone, and the flower was gone, and the long sword struggled unwillingly, and he let out an angry roar, however, the flower still did not bloom, and it withered, and only in an instant, the sword fell instead.

Pushed out by a fluttering palm, he felt the pain in his chest, felt the weakness of his whole body, and there was a slump in his chest, so he exhaled a long breath, and the blood spat out like this, splashing out with the qi, adding a few bright strokes.

At this time, he was noticed by Cao Cao, heard it, and was sentenced to a punishment that was too cruel and too severe for the player, and was imprisoned for three months and exiled to Liangzhou.

Exile was nothing, but the imprisonment was too severe, and every day he thought back to that place, the hard walls, the characteristic smell, which was unbearable, and in just two days, he already felt his emaciation.

Two days will be like this, not to mention that it is not twenty days, nor two months, but three months, and people are very good when they go in, and they will definitely be stupid when they come out. It wasn't a place for people, not even dogs, he thought.

Originally, he wanted to run away directly, but as soon as he thought of that person, he couldn't swallow that breath, and when he thought of himself, he couldn't escape. The light accumulated by dozens of generations shines invisibly, telling in the most majestic and silent way. He could not escape, even if he died, he would die at the hands of his enemies, let him be stained with his own blood, let him be covered with blood, and not let his hands be stained with his own blood.

So, his head touched the ground, and a flower bloomed on top of his head, and the bright red of the cross-stream slowly painted a beautiful pattern.

He didn't see red, but he could guess that this bright and moving red must be very brilliant, just like his heart before, so brilliant, but it will eventually wither.

There was blood, slightly hot blood running sideways on the head, to the forehead, to the tip of the nose. He clearly perceived, along with the pain, the blood gradually clotted and cooled.

He's dead, yes, he's dead in the eyes of others, but in his own eyes, he's not dead, and he can feel everything else around him, and he can feel what's going on in the courtroom. After a period of rest, he found that he was becoming more and more calm, as calm as a corpse, and he felt a little surprised and relieved. Even if you feel as calm as a dead person, who can see it, and who can see through it?

The accident still came, not for granted, but inevitable. Two pressures enveloped the body. He tried to keep himself at the same level as he had been before, but a few drops of cold sweat appeared, running down his forehead and over the contours of his face, into someone's sight. After the lie of death was exposed, a moment of remorse flashed, stunned.

But suddenly, he realized that in fact, what he wanted was just a breath, to prove his breath, not bullshit superiority, honor, family, or a complicated revenge incident. No, everything he used to think hugging was not, it was all bullshit.

Just like when he was on the street, hysterically laughing at others, in fact, he didn't want to say that because of what that person did. In fact, he still revered it very much, but because he saw the tall figure in front of him, he transferred his vent to another person.

So, he stood up, gently patted the ash off his shirt, raised his head, and looked at the person who made him gnash his teeth and have a faint reverence, and there was an indescribable complex feeling that lingered in his mind.

It's him. Yes, that's him. It was he who made himself feel defeated, humiliated, trampled on his self-esteem, and annihilated his pride. But after all, I understood something. It turned out that he had never faced himself squarely, not others, and others were always others, not himself.

Smile, the war maniac began to smile, joy from the heart. He slowly reached out and carefully dusted off the stains on his shirt inch by inch. He continued to reach out again, reached near his lips, spat a little spit out in his mouth, dipped his fingers in it, and put his hand on his face until his fingertips were wet, slowly wiping it along the traces of blood in his memory.

The war maniac who was originally dead stood up again in the eyes of everyone, making the surrounding officials and others show unbelievable looks.

When Yun Ting saw this scene, he knew that his plan to surround Wei and save Zhao had succeeded. The original purpose was to divert Cao Cao's attention and divert the contradiction between him and Tai Shici.

Yun Ting originally thought that the process would be more difficult, but when he saw the battle maniac take the initiative to stand up, Yun Ting himself was also surprised.

Because of the war maniac at this time, in his eyes, there was a feeling of brightness, which seemed to be a little different from before.

Cao Cao's face became more and more gloomy, when he saw an ant that was originally inconsequential, and then came back to life. Cao Cao, who had never cared about the player, was a little more cautious in his heart. Now it seems that the player is not only ants, he knows this deeply, and understands this, but the players he meets are all ant types, so that Cao Cao's eyes are also used to it, and the players are like looking at ants.

"Drag it off, according to the penalty just now." Cao Cao stroked his smooth chin and said lightly.

Hearing Cao Cao's order, the two officials stepped forward and were about to hold down the shoulders of the war madman and take him down. At this time, the war madness looked at Cao Cao and said loudly: "Wait." ”

The official hesitated, looked at Cao Cao, and saw Cao Cao nodding slightly, and then retreated.

"Thunder." The battle maniac turned around and looked at the clouds, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Yun Ting crossed over to Tai Shi Ci and asked in the face of the battle madness.

"Next time, I'll kill you." The war maniac groaned with laughter, and a dagger appeared in his hand. But he just stood there, without any movement, as if the sharp blade in his hand was not used to kill, but to peel the skin of fruit.

Yun Ting was silent for a long time, and he also smiled lightly, with an awe-inspiring murderous aura in his smile, and he was about to force into the hearts of others, "You can't kill me." Next time, it's you who will die, and I'm going to destroy you completely, because you shouldn't have said her name! Yun Ting said, a rare hint of madness appeared on his face, which is difficult to happen in him who is calm most of the time.

It is rare to appear, this is because she will always be the bottom of Yunting's heart, the cleanest place, the beautiful imagination buried deeply, will not allow a little dirt, a little stain.

"Yes. That's you. The war maniac nodded, and spoke up in agreement. One has to wonder if there is something missing in his head that will approve of others to destroy himself.

"I'd love to say I'm sorry, but if I say it, I say it, and I won't take it back. So, see you next time. The war madman smiled, and the dagger in his hand was handed out, stabbing deep into his body. The cold edge eroded in the body of the war maniac, blending with the hot blood, entangled, carved into the bones.

"It turns out that the breath I want is a breath of being a war maniac, not anything else, nor is it a breath of the war family." The war maniac felt the pain in his body, and suddenly his mind suddenly opened.

The hot blood flowed down his chest, along the tip of the dagger, forming a bright and brilliant blood flower, and his mood with you, in the most depressing moment, transformed into beauty.

"Thank you. I know why he doesn't care about me anymore, it turns out that it's not that he's too strong, it's that I'm too weak, and I've never had the consciousness of being a war maniac. Warriors, born for war, die for war..."The war madness muttered, his eyes empty, but there was a new light in it, regenerating and evolving.

"My name is crazy, his name is Feng, what I call it, crazy also." The war maniac said. With a calm expression, he straightened his messy and tangled hair with his hands, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and slowly and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

After doing all this, the war maniac fell to the ground, this time, he was really dead, but he died handsomely, and there was no ugliness at all. He killed his past self.

Yun Ting looked at the last move of the war maniac, and he was indeed a little touched, there was such an extraordinary brother in the front, and anyone would be blocked by his light.

However, sympathy is sympathy, hatred is hatred, and Yun Ting did not give up his plan to destroy the war madness because of this. It's the same as what the war maniac just said, what you say is what you say, and you do it, you can't take it back, it's not like that kind of torture TV series, killing parents and taking away people's wives, but the enemy said sorry, cried and begged again, and the protagonist of the two forks forgave him.

This is impossible, Yun Ting and the war maniac have not reached that level of hatred, but if they say it, they must pay a price, at most, when Yun Ting is doing it, be gentle, this is the biggest concession.

Yun Ting was a little embarrassed, it seems that the war maniac is also a blessing more than a curse, after this time, I am afraid that it will be more and more difficult to deal with the war maniac again. There is nothing terrible about the change in a person's body, but the terrible thing is the change that starts with the heart, as long as the mood changes, then everything will move forward.

"The first offender is dead, and the rest of the accomplices will be imprisoned for a month." Cao Cao's voice came, interrupting Yun Ting's thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw a smile in the former's gaze.

Under Yun Ting's gaze, Cao Cao stood up, put the Qing Yu Sword under his waist, and walked down, passing Yun Ting's side.

"Actually, Feng Xu told me not to kill you. But so what? Still, you're interesting, and I still think it's better to let you go, because, for no reason, I just don't want to do it right now. When Cao Cao walked by, he said in a very low voice, a voice that only Yun Ting could hear.

"Tai Shici, Yun Ting, is an innocent person, released on the spot. Now, quit. Cao Cao walked to the door of the lobby, took the umbrella handed by the soldier, paused, and finally commanded. Then the umbrella was opened, and the whole person walked into the rain curtain.

Yun Ting suddenly realized, it turned out that Feng Xu had also laid a back road for himself, and it seemed that it was because of the dragon pants. However, Cao Cao even dared to fight Uncle Jian Shuo, how could he care about a Feng Xu, and Yun Ting who was not related to Feng Xu?

Yun Ting thought that knowing it was because he aroused Cao Cao's interest that he could escape his life, otherwise the result might have been very different.

Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, the disappearing figure, the clouds and thunder did not see Cao ****, but he could know that Cao Cao's people were the same as the rain, cold and lonely.

The road under your feet is lonely.