When Chixiao came back to his senses, he found that he had been forced behind the screen.

The person in front of him didn't seem to know what he was doing, and there was nothing in his eyes, only his somewhat flustered eyes.

Chi Xiao bit his lower lip slightly, and the afterglow flew to the side for a moment, and in just such a moment, the person in front of him was like turning into a vicious wolf, knocking him down fiercely.

Chixiao subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but Gu Qingjing brutally dragged his wrist and pressed it against the wall with his backhand.

This action ...... It's not good.

Sure enough, the moment this thought flashed through his mind, he suffered.

The man's movements are young and impulsive, but with a scorching heat that can burn everything in this world.

He wanted to refuse, but he was attacked in the first moment, and in the end he was forced to bear it.

When his body was about to be shattered, a question came to Chixiao's mind.

Why did he accept his various completely different techniques, sometimes he was young and unfamiliar, and the whole process could not taste anything other than the feeling of dying, and sometimes it was terrifyingly skilled, so that he couldn't stop being half-dead.

So, why is that?

Why can't everyone complete a task with purity?

You have to mess around.

It hurts my kidneys and my lower back.

That's it, the most excessive thing is that when Chixiao woke up, he found himself sleeping alone in a cold bed, with herbal tea and cold water at hand.

He wanted to sleep for a long time, looking at this still strange room with indifferent eyes.

Finally, he clenched his hands and slammed the bed board hard.

Fuck you.

System Jun: Hey, it's back to the old way, dear and think about it when you sing, it's really a peerless painting.

Chixiao sneered.

Get lost.

[Hey, don't be like this, as for your previous doubts, I can answer them.] 】

Kindness?

[Because there is a famous saying that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day - men are animals that think with their lower bodies. 】

Fart! Why don't I have this urge?

Oh yes.

He's not a man, he's an emotionless sword.

He got up from his bed, a cool breeze blew, and the cold that soaked through his bone marrow began to spread.

He shuddered at the clenched teeth and wrapped a cloak around his body.

When he opened the window and walked out of the door, he realized that it was snowing lightly outside the window.

It turned out that before I knew it, winter had quietly arrived.

The people who walked downstairs put their hands in their sleeves and looked at the endless black alley with a pair of confused eyes.

"I don't know how many people will freeze to death this year."

"Don't you know yet? Someone froze to death yesterday. ”

"Who?"

"It's the youngest son of the Cuihua family who always sells wontons on the street."

"Oh my God, it's her."

"This woman is really miserable, her husband and eldest son have been conscripted to fight in the army, she is alone in the family, dragging the old people of the two families, and there is a daughter who happens to be sensible and can help with some work. The army sent some money, and it could have barely survived, but now that such a big thing has happened, I don't know how this family can survive. ”

The two women muttered quietly, and Chixiao's ears were so powerful that they could hear every word clearly.

He clasped his arms and looked at the gray sky in the distance, and had a new understanding of the world.

He has tasted the taste of birth, old age, sickness and death, but he didn't expect that there would be people in this world who would starve to death and die of cold, an emotionless sword, although he has gone through several lives, he still hasn't tasted enough of the suffering in this world.