Mousse's vision was a little trance-like, and for a moment it seemed to go back to the past, as if in the alley where he lived as a child, those familiar people were smiling and waiting for him.

Rustling, hallucinations shattered.

Mousse knows that this feeling is called tiredness, it is called exhaustion...

He struggled to his feet, one step at a time...

Mousse knew that the person behind him was looking at him, and he didn't like that person, so he didn't want to look back, he didn't want to see that face.

A flame burned behind it, and the huge tree turned into a huge torch in an instant.

Mousse's blood-soaked face leaked a cheerful smile, and the flames behind him seemed to burn a world.

Click... The sound of flames burning can be heard, and the scorching air blows on Mousse's body.

Mousse struggled to move on, knowing that the man behind him was walking slowly in the fire. He knew that there would be no trace of this fire on that person, and he laughed because he felt that even if it didn't work, I would take revenge on you in action, so his smile was a bitter smile, with helplessness and pride.

"I can still resist," he shouted.

Mousse stepped on the air...

He fell down the hill, and his body, after rolling all the way, hit the stone hard.

Mousse gasped hard, blood spurted from his mouth from time to time, Mousse laughed, his laughter was so sad, because he had a broken leg..."Didn't I die a long time ago?

Mousse struggled to turn over and look at the sky, breathing desperately.

Mousse struggled to stand up and continued to walk, but slowly...

Mousse never looked back, he knew that he was going to die, he wasn't afraid of dying, it was just that dying reminded people of a lot of things that were not done...

Mousse suddenly wanted to go home before he died...

Vaguely, he hallucinated again, he saw his uncle, and his uncle looked at him like that, Mousse was stupid, he shed tears, but he smiled very happily.

Then a chill entered his chest, Mousse looked down and saw a sword piercing his chest, bleeding, Mousse looked back and saw Ning He's indifferent face.

Mousse turned his head hard to look in the direction of the uncle who saw him, and it turned out that it was Song Zhang who was looking at him just now...

Mousse looked hard, and in his eyes that were about to blur, Song Zhang's appearance became more and more like the uncle who doted on him.

"Uncle... Uncle..."

Mousse died, and he fell to the ground and looked at the sky stupidly, seeming to be very happy.

Song Zhang and Ning He looked at each other, Ning He was silent for a while, and let out a smile of indifference.

Song Zhang's face was ugly.

"Why?"

"I just want to kill someone. ”

"You're not that kind of person. ”

"Who said that, how I don't know..."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Ning He looked at Song Zhang very seriously, "Will you lie to me?"

Song Zhang was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, but he shook his head.

Ning He said, "However, I will lie to you, so don't believe me too much, do you know Zixiao Mountain?" I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood, so I killed it." ”

"You..."

"So don't bother me, or I'll kill your favorite Zi Xiao disciples one by one"

"What are you doing, stop kidding," Song Zhang shouted at Ning He.

Boom...

The earth was split by Ning He, and half of Chef Liu's body was lying next to the split ravine, he twitched weakly, and looked at Ning He in a daze.

"What are you talking about? Are you kidding? Who's kidding here?"

Song Zhang froze there, not moving for a long time, he was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, Chef Liu was already dying, and the cook looked at the master who was a little unconscious, worried, helpless, and he tried hard to say, "Master, I'm fine"

But after he said this, he died, life is not what you want, if you don't want it, it's gone.

Song Zhang hugged half of Chef Liu's body and was speechless for a long time.

In the distance, the stone statue of Yan Ji fell to the ground obliquely, watching all this happen, her heart trembled, and she couldn't control her desire to cry, but unfortunately she was a stone statue at the moment and didn't have this ability.

Xiao Bing was in a trance again, and one of his trances was that three days had passed in this world.

When he woke up again, Song Zhang had already buried Chef Liu, and Song Zhang sat at the grave, silent and speechless.

Xiao Bing appeared in front of him and asked him awkwardly what he had sent.

Song Zhang looked at him silently, and then sighed, half of Xiao Bing's head was covered with metal, Song Zhang checked it, it was accurate when Song Zhang checked it when Xiao Bing was in a trance, at that moment Song Zhang was sad, in his eyes Xiao Bing's head was damaged, and he would suddenly be in a daze, and he couldn't tell whether it was real or hallucination.

Xiao Bing's question first made Song Zhang sad, and then he was confused, he didn't know whether to tell this disciple with a problem with his head, he was silent and silent, and finally didn't say anything.

Suddenly, Xiao Bing's eyes changed, and then he disappeared in front of Song Zhang.

Kilometers away, Bai Cheng was looking at the gathering place, he smiled faintly, as if everything here was ridiculous, he was dressed and wanted to walk into the gathering place, but, "boom"...

The place where Bai Cheng was located instantly turned into a big pit, and Xiao Bing stood in the middle of the big pit, staring at Bai Cheng deadly.

Bai Cheng avoided it for a moment, and at this moment he was standing under the big tree outside in a daze, very unhappy in his heart, "Do you want to find death?"

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