dying

"I remember I watched a movie with a passing girl, called Detachment, in which there was a fat girl, she died, it was perfect, if you didn't go to the pain of death, it was really the most dazzling flash in the pan. 》

23:59

There was still one minute in the dark to usher in the next day, and it was not bad to have less early sun but more cold lonely moonlight.

The left arm, which exposed the white bones and veins, trembled because of the last trace of the nerve transmission, and the jagged left hand, which had been cut off one by one, was inserted into Ping's stomach, as if it had been carved by a sculpted blood-red crystal.

It can also reflect in the moonlight, Lu Li thinks it is good, this work of art is really perfect, if you stop this last wisp of breath that is still missing, it is really worthy of sleepless tonight.

00:00

The set alarm clock finally rang, and the expressionless Lu Li plunged the short knife into Ping'an's heart.

There are no more blooming blood flowers.

The blood that flowed out, thick and brought out by the short knife that was pulled out, stubbornly broke through the blood mouth and flowed into the ground.

Lu Li, who was tilting his head, felt the death of peace, and felt that it was really boring.

Why don't you try to live anymore, why don't you do more useless resistance.

Why accept that the end of death?

It's too.

This is the so-called ideal dragon assassin who threatens the Six Nations? This is a wanted warrant worth 135 million?

Lu Li is not a genius, but he is also a person with a story, the old-fashioned world has shaped him now, he is grateful to the world and obeys fate.

The old-fashioned story also happened to him, when he met the girl he liked, he was unable to struggle unexpectedly, and he watched the most beloved woman die in front of him.

My beloved is a woman.

I almost got everything I wanted.

Step into the land gods, kill half of the city, cut off the head when the woman is worshipped, turn to ashes and flee to the sky, stained with black roses in front of the grave in the dark night.

Lu Li lit a cigarette for three yuan a pack, and the one-yuan lighter was already soaked in blood and could not make a spark to save the night.

Lu Li, who forcibly transitioned all of Ping'an's abilities, snapped his fingers using advanced fire control techniques, as if the fireworks that were extinguished at any time were climbing and swaying in his nails.

hiss

Smoke and fire meet, and then burn in the most tranquil night forest, accompanied by the wind passing through the woods, the roar of the trees sounds, hissing and burning.

Lu Li exhaled the smoke in enjoyment, and threw the eyeball that was about to grind out on Ping'an's corpse, which was only one left in his hand.

Holding the cigarette, the wisps of smoke from the cigarette butt covered Lu Li's gray eyeballs, washing away the bloody blood.

I want to cut off the head of peace at once.

Lu Li cried.

A madman who laughs and cries at the same time.

Why, why, his life should have been very good, he would kill whoever he wanted to kill, meet the woman he liked, and leave this most disturbing continent, but why should I kill him, I am not short of money. It's always been like this, so why?

Lu Li writes on naturalized paper and in blood.

The snow-white moonlight made this time very reassuring.

Kneeling in the muddy land, he wrote this life and his heart one by one.

Putting it into the envelope that has been transformed by nature, Lu Li, who has changed into a tunic suit, straightens his back, which has been bent for half his life.

The white eyeballs evaporated and sealed, and a wisp of natural power floated down the forehead to the so-called poetry and the distance, telling the tranquility of the land.

"I figured it out. ”

The smile on the corners of Lu Li's downward mouth matched his temperament.

Never need everything, detached from this world, the world, the ups and downs, the ugly and flattering, the kind and innocent, all understand the taste.

value

The ghost of Rashomon is afraid of people's hearts, so it must be my heart.

Lu Li took out his heart and stuffed it into Ping'an's mouth.

Blazing blood! bright red.

He kissed Ping'an's lips, and the blood flowed into Ping'an's throat.

Self-healing.

Senescence.

Freshman.

Death.

"I have always regretted living, you said wait for me, you should not be disappointed when you see what I have done, go first, you wait for me, I love you. ”