He quickly drew his sword and cut off the ancient tree.

In the icy sword light, the master shouted angrily.

He didn't dare to have any distractions, so he could only draw his sword.

Mechanical, ferocious.

***

He covered his mask and set out on his journey.

In the faint light of the fire, he melted into the darkness.

Killing, mission.

***

He stabbed his throat with a stab. The enemy's head smashed into the fire.

Something flashed in the rising sparks.

The lights of the hometown are on, and the girls under the lights weave silk.

***

He killed many people. Blood contaminated him.

The ice in his eyes grew thicker and thicker.

"If you have a bad heart, the ghost door will seek death!"

***

The girl in the letter was entangled. Even in the face of a deadly edge, sinful hands.

"I don't care about ......"

Stagger. The ice slowly melted.

***

The blade slowly pierced into the heart of the loser, and his face was expressionless.

Blood gushed out, and the calm was hideous.

It was the last time he was contaminated.

He killed the last man of the Alliance.

He killed the last man he wanted to kill in his life.

***

He lit incense in silence.

In the smoke of the clouds, something flashed.

On the big day, the girl's face was covered with a red cloth.

For the first time, he was no longer holding a demonic knife, but the slender hand of his beloved girl.

For the first time, it was no longer thick blood flowing from his hands, but soft red satin.

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