These are known only to ingots.

Ye Xiu finally understood that the man in front of him was not lying, he was an ingot, or rather, he used to be an ingot.

The addictive hand stroked the blade of the dagger: "The process of his death is very long, he likes to talk, I cut off his tongue, little by little, little by little, he doesn't cherish his eyes, I dig out his eyes, one by one, he doesn't value his life, I have to burn his soul, let him disappear completely." ”

Ye Xiu listened to the man in front of him describe his cruelty lightly.

But he was speechless in a daze: "You, not ingots." ”

Addiction suddenly raised his head and laughed unscrupulously.

Suddenly stopped laughing, and his eyes looked directly into Ye Xiu's eyes.

It's wild, it's terrifying.

"You know, love to the extreme, that's crazy, and how much I love you, how crazy I am."

After speaking, he stood up suddenly, took out a gourd from his body, and put it on the table.

"I never lie to you, it was, it is, and it will be, so I have to tell you that the sword ghost is dead."

Seeing the gourd on the table, Ye Xiu's heart suddenly hurt.

The pain was indescribable, as if the heart was twitching violently, and an irrepressible impulse surged into the heart.

In my impression, even if I was not good at learning art in my childhood, I slept alone on the mountain, or I got lost in the grave and was accompanied by the bones, no matter how difficult the situation, I never shed tears because of this.

I have forgotten how warm tears are.

Even though the sword ghost had said that he had reminded himself that he would die, when it really happened.

The familiar gourd was right in front of you.

I still can't help but think of the scoundrel old man buried in the snow like a snowman, relying on food and drink.

There is also the drunken and hazy sword ghost in the bamboo forest, persuading himself not to resist the feelings in his heart anymore.

"I'll kill you!"

Hearing Ye Xiu's words, he didn't have the slightest reaction, just picked up the dagger on the table.

He put the handle of the dagger into Ye Xiu's hand.

Then he drew a circle on the mouth of his heart with his right hand: "The heart is here, I actually hope that you can look at it." ”

The dagger stabbed into the chest, and the addiction did not move.

Even, without saying a word.

calmly accepted Ye Xiu's anger.

And the dagger pierced an inch, but Ye Xiu's hand trembled, and he was no longer able to stab a single inch.

Obviously, the body is not tired, but it is an instinctive drive that makes it impossible for me to stab anymore.

He looked down at Ye Xiu's shaking hands, and suddenly smiled.

The smile, exhausted, was full of relief.

"Looking at you now, I am even more convinced that everything I have done is so worthwhile, your soul does not belong to where you came from, nor does it belong here."

After speaking, he raised his index finger and pointed to the top: "It's above the nine heavens." ”

Then, he put his hand on the blade of the dagger: "Everything I have done is for you, mortal blood is too dirty, I will burn the way back for you." ”

Blood dripped from the dagger's blade.

Little by little, it fell to the ground.

"Yuanbao, you're crazy, wake up!" Ye Xiu looked at the man in front of him blankly.

Listen to him like a one-man show.

The madness in the pupils of the man in front of him was like flames, how could he be an ingot.

"Crazy?"

He pulled out his dagger and looked at Ye Xiu: "What's the harm in going crazy for you for ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years." ”