The boundless night spreads out, the frost and cold are heavy, and there are many people who have broken their bowels in late autumn.

The branches and leaves above his head sounded, followed by a few mournful crows, like a human throat.

The leather boots stepped on the dry and dense fallen leaves, and the crunching sound was like the dying moan of the old wood, which was sad and chilling. The wound on my shoulder blade was still aching, so I stopped with my knife and slowly pulled out a piece of rabbit meat from my arms.

"Whew!" A weak but unusual sound of the wind swept by, and I immediately turned around, and the sonorous sound suddenly rose, and I blocked the blow of the man like a beast.

For the Assassins, the first blow was extremely important. One hit kills, and another blow exhausts you. As soon as he saw that the posture was not good, he immediately retracted his offensive and prepared to rush away, but he was intercepted by me with a sneer, and after fighting a few moves, he simply lay neatly on this land forever. And I'm at the end of my crossbow.

The blood spread like a snake under his feet, and the flesh in his hands rolled off without a trace.

I took a sharp breath and felt another wet feeling on my back, faintly dissipating blood.

Struggling to move to a large tree and sit down with a knife, I touched the wine bag - there was no wine.

- I hadn't eaten for two days, and the last piece of meat had long since disappeared from the fight, and I couldn't find a clean cloth to cover my wounds.

When I closed my eyes, there was a muffled thunder rolling in the sky, and the fallen leaves on the ground swirled and flew in all directions like wind and clouds, as if thousands of troops and horses were fighting.

The strength of his body passed by in parts, and the feeling of distress swept over like a tsunami without warning, making people powerless. I sighed: God is going to kill me!

Looking back on the ups and downs of the past few years, that warm and long memory has really become the sweetest and heaviest comfort at this time.

A bead of moisture slid down his cheeks, his lips trembled and whispered, and the faint voice slowly overflowed from his heart, the most gut-breaking whisper:

"Ye Shuyun, if there is an afterlife, I want to accompany you to the morning and twilight, and rest until death......"

One by one, the lonely fallen leaves swirl gracefully in the boundless world. Take acacia as the inkstone, take deep love as the ink, and love as water. Heavy makeup, lead and red sleeves are like practice, dancing under a clear light. With a wave and a whirl, I missed everything I couldn't talk about! It's been a long time of affection! I have prayed for the prosperity of the end!

From bloom to pale, from pale to dust, just like the reluctant journey of my life, I have switched one after another, and the mountains and rivers are forever silent, indifferent and silent.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he had not died or been attacked by wild beasts, but was still sitting quietly under the tree, enjoying a rare peace. The strength in his body also regained some strength, and he was barely able to stand up and walk.

Last night's heavy rain didn't fall as expected, is it a mercy?

I scoffed and went to his mercy!

After walking for a while, he still couldn't find food, and the wound was torn again, and the pain was numb.

I stopped and rested under a tree.

Suddenly, something happened that I could never have imagined in my entire life.

An unforgettable shadow broke into view, and I was like being hit by five thunderbolts for a moment, and I couldn't move. My heart was beating in unison, and I subconsciously closed my eyes, as if I no longer had the courage to open them in my eternal life.

His glass-yellow robe was unexpectedly messy, like a few blades of grass stained on his silk hair. But he is him, he is not embarrassed, his demeanor has not changed at all, he is like a Zhilan jade tree, and he smiles like a moon in his arms. At a glance, everything is silent, leaving the world empty, and the snow is mourning.

My mind was blank, and I had to cry out in my heart: "Don't see me, don't see me, please......"

If God is willing to have mercy on me for this last time, I will never give up in the future to go up the sword mountain and under the sea of fire.

The footsteps had stopped, and I was shocked to realize that my cheeks were already hot and watery, and the west wind was blowing furiously.

He was right in front of me, silent, and all my strength was overwhelmed.