If you go the wrong way, you can turn back, but can you turn back in life?

Lian Lian wants to turn back now, not a conscience discovery, nor is it a desire to abandon evil and promote good, want to retreat from the rivers and lakes, but pain, very painful, the rotten sores on the chest are like a piece of red-hot charcoal fire pressed on the flesh, not only painful, but also itchy, itchy heart, painful bones, pus flowing out of the blood and phlegm spit out by those suffering from tuberculosis, yellow and red, and a faint rancid stench.

But he didn't dare to scratch or scratch, so he could only endure it.

This is the disease that has afflicted him for many years.

At this time, he was half-lying and half-sitting in a dilapidated house, in ruins, overgrown with wild grass, trembling all over, two green tendons protruding from the corners of his forehead, drumming from time to time, his eyes were cracked, and his old face was a little hideous and terrifying.

In this half-dead and undead time, Lian Lian thought a lot.

For example, how he learned juggling.

He has been poor since he was a child, in order to have food and clothing, and in order to get ahead, he began to learn tricks at the age of ten, no one taught him to ponder by himself, and if he didn't understand, he went to peek at the unique skills of those craftsmen, and was beaten half to death several times, threatening to gouge out his eyes, and his mother knelt down and begged and begged, and those people let him go, so he swore that he must become the most powerful craftsman, and learn the most mysterious and superb tricks in the world.

At the age of fifteen, he left home and traveled north and south, and walked for eight years, and when he returned home, he saw only two deserted graves, and his parents had been dead for many years, and died of famine.

So far, there is no longer a concern, wandering the rivers and lakes for several years, just because some people covet his "fairy rope" miracle skills, so they continue to fight, killing a lot of people, and many killers in the black stone are the same, he is also the "Wheel King" rescued from death row.

It's been almost forty years since I entered Blackstone.

He remembered many things very clearly, but what he didn't know was when the rotten sores on his chest grew, and in recent days, he had also noticed a terrible thing, and there seemed to be a faint itch behind him, and his disease was getting worse and worse, and his face was swollen from time to time.

Retribution?

He has killed many people, good people, bad people, those who should be killed, those who should not be killed,

But can he turn back?

If he hadn't been a killer, but just An An had done tricks and been a craftsman, would it not have ended up like this?

Lian Lian took the prepared plaster and stuck it on the rotten sores, his eyes were gloomy, he gritted his teeth in pain, and hummed in a muffled voice.

No, don't look back, he doesn't want to look back, what's wrong with being a killer, in a word, someone is afraid and afraid with a look, not like those craftsmen who sell art stalls on the street, look at other people's faces, nod and beg for mercy.

That kind of person is really pitiful.

Isn't everyone like this, but as long as you do one wrong thing, most of them will be wrong again and again, tell a lie, you have to use ten hundred lies to make a round, kill a good person, then you have to kill seven or eight people, and when it is broken, then it will have to be bad all the time, and you can't turn back, and you can't turn back.

What's more, the Wheel King will definitely not allow him to turn back, and when he turns back, it will be his death.

He didn't want to die, not only didn't want to die, but also wanted to live well.

But since the sores grewed, he found that it was very difficult to live well, he couldn't eat hair, he couldn't drink alcohol, and he couldn't eat meat, but if he ate it wrong, it was the torture of life and death, the rotten sores and pus, the diseases in the body were aggravated, and he wailed every night.

He is not a monk, he eats plain noodles and steamed buns every day, and he burns cakes in clear soup, and anyone who eats them for decades, even if he doesn't eat and vomit, he is tired of eating and bored, and the wheel king has always secretly wanted him to pass down the "fairy rope", he is really afraid that what he eats will be drugged, so there are even fewer things that can be eaten.

He made a lot of money, but he was worse than a monk, full of dark diseases and internal injuries, life was worse than death, he had money, he couldn't spend it, he didn't have his life to spend it, this is the saddest thing.

He turned sixty years old.

Feeling the itch that was gradually pressing down on his chest, Lian Lian suddenly thought: "Perhaps, he should pass on the "Immortal Suo", this is his proudest and best skill, if he dies suddenly that day, this stunt, is there no successor?" ”

The ghost sent the gods, and he inexplicably thought of the little girl he met in the evening, and the piece of bread. "That cake is really delicious, much better than those steamed bread pancakes!"

Thinking about it, he chuckled lowly, strangely and sharply, and he was laughing at himself, a feared killer, and in the end, he was thinking not of silver, not of a woman, but of a piece of bread, how ridiculous and pathetic.

However, he still has a chance, as long as he gets Rama's body and practices the above martial arts, maybe his torturous injuries can be healed without medicine.

Then, all his thoughts turned into a faint sigh, sighing for half of his life of embarrassment and helplessness.

Acacia cake? Back then, when I was young, my mother seemed to have done the same.

Leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, thinking about things.

Outside, the wind and rain are still there, and the rain is dripping.

But not long after he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

Because there was a sound of footsteps, it stopped outside the dilapidated house, and someone came, and the other party was undisguised and straightforward.

Lian Lian's eyes sank, and he couldn't help but say, his hands had already pulled out the Flowing Fire Twin Knife, carried the package on his back, and walked out.

In the dark rain, a figure with a rain hat was standing in the rain curtain, silent.

"Who are you?"

Lian Lian smiled compassionately, and when the two knives touched, the blade of the knife had burst into flames, and then he threw it casually, and the two fireballs had cut through the wind and rain and flew towards the black shadow.

"Zheng!"

A crisp trembling sound rose sharply, and the two swords of light were pulled out from behind the black shadow and slashed out in front of him, and the fireballs that could not be extinguished by wind and rain immediately dissipated in the air and turned into a ball of sparks.

The other party turned out to be a double knife.

And it's lightning fast.

Lian Lian's pupils suddenly tightened, and he saw a round of sword light flying like a spinning top, splitting the wind, chopping up the rain, and flying in front of him from the barren and overgrown courtyard with a terrifying cold light.

He laughed cruelly, and was about to make a move, but there was a faint pain in his chest, and his face couldn't help but look embarrassed, the other party picked it at the right time, and it was at the time of his illness.

"Who the hell are you?"

He shouted.

But the mysterious man who fought with him didn't pay attention to him at all, and the two knives in his hands flew like a shadow, one after another, the knife was killed, the killing machine was revealed, the terrifying wind, the tornado rain, and the knife was wrapped in a drizzle, hitting the face like a needle prick.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Seeing that the other party pretended to be deaf and dumb, and even the rope was a sharp increase in killing intent, he was very self-controlled, although he was sick, but he never put Lei Bin and Drizzle in his eyes, that is, the king of the wheel, if he really wants to make a move, the outcome is unknown.

His knife was different from the opponent's fast knife, and when the blade turned, the two extremely fierce fire snakes on the knife had rushed out with a "whoosh", which caught people off guard, but in a blink of an eye, the fire snake was cut into seven or eight pieces by the double knife, silently annihilated, and the blade turned, and then slashed.

Lian Lian looked at himself secretly frightened, and he was about to fight with him when he mentioned his breath, but the sores on his chest seemed to burst again, and he frowned in pain, and he had no intention of entanglement at the moment, and the burden behind him was solved.

"Immortal Suo, get up!"

A rope that runs straight up when boarded, straight as standing.

"Do you dare to follow?"

Lian Lian sneered, and quickly climbed up.

The black shadow stared quietly but didn't follow, but swung his knife and slashed at the rope, but this crisp and neat knife slashed, and the rope didn't say whether there were any marks, but it didn't shake.

"You,"

Lian Lian sneered and wanted to say more, but saw that two sword lights had broken through the air from below, he hurriedly dodged and dodged, and he didn't know where he was cut, and he jumped up and down with a scream, and the person was gone.

Only the rope fell to the ground.

"It's really fast!"

At this time, under the rain, the sound finally sounded, and then he picked up the knife on the ground and turned to leave.