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The swordsman is a lonely poet who is left adrift. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The knight is a glorious fanatic who has only justice.

This is the only feeling Sikong felt after seeing the castle guarding the lonely city.

There was no one in the towering castle, and even the sounds of birds and animals seemed to be forever cut off from the silence.

Here, it does not look like the bone-ridden Middle-earth, but rather like a delicate work of art that is admired by giants.

"Sit ...... casually"

Shou Gucheng regained his inward-looking timber, looking at the layers of dust piled up on the hall, his face was slightly red.

'Plop! ’

Sikong was indeed very casual, and threw himself directly on a bench covered with fine furs.

It's just that the exquisite fur is stained with dust and looks a little dull, and at this moment it is sitting on the sky, and it immediately shakes up the billowing dust, and most of it is white.

"Ahem, ahem......"

Half choked on dust, half seriously wounded, Sikong clutched his chest, half bowed on the bench, and his face was pale.

"Vomit ......"

A mouthful of blood spat out, wet the exquisite fur, and lay down weakly, looking at the mural full of miracles of the true gods, which was celebrated by countless believers.

It's just that these frescoes are full of sword marks, peeled and mottled, and most of them have been destroyed by the owner of this castle.

"King Yue, King Yue, how are you? Go back to my Cliff City, and I'll ask the dragon grammarian to heal you!" ”

Huo Wu looked anxious, dressed in red with the fragrance of bluegrass, and entered Sikong's nose, Sikong looked at the majesty close at hand, and it was charming.

It's a pity that this tempting ambiguity is not the slightest bit of a desire to enjoy it.

In the internal organs, the fire poison that became more and more intense almost burned his heart and liver.

Even the coolness on his wrist was reduced to murmuring, and he could only circulate in his body to keep his injuries from worsening.

Unexpectedly, the five opportunities to do it were actually used three times in this day!

Sikong didn't need to look at it to know that the fire tattoo on his wrist was mostly dimmed, and it no longer looked vivid at the beginning.

But he didn't regret it.

In order to live, he didn't dare to take it lightly, and always went all out.

And in order to take revenge, he will also not be stingy with this life-saving hole card, and he will fight a shock.

It's okay if he is a mouse, and if he can't bear it, he can make a big plan.

But he is called Sikong.

"It's okay, Huo Wu, you go outside for a while, I'll talk to Shou Gucheng about something."

Sikong smiled reluctantly, refused Huo Wu's support, and sat up with great difficulty.

When Huo Wu heard this, his eyes wandered between Huo Wu and Shou Gucheng, but he didn't ask too much, nodded slightly, and slowly walked out of the main hall.

Even, the door was carefully closed.

"Bitan."

"Hey!"

Sikong said, guard the lonely city back.

Ten years ago, his name was Bichi, and he was still a shy and shy boy; Ten years later, he called Shou Lonely City, one person guarded the Lonely City, slaughtered 100,000 people and became famous.

"King Yue, you, you tell me to guard the lonely city, this is my name."

Shou Gucheng scratched his head, because of the reunion of the deceased there was more joy on his face, but at this moment, he was a little troubled, and he hurriedly sat down next to Sikong.

It's as if they were sitting on the floor in the ashram room, practicing together.

"My name is Sikong."

"Hey!"

Sikong slowly restrained his smile, a little frost hung on his face, and sat precariously, but his right hand was on the rusty sword.

Sikong's gaze was fixed on the cuffs guarding the lonely city.

There, there is a hand-woven redbud flower, lifelike, each ravines and silhouettes with a special beauty, exhaustive skills, representing the pinnacle of an industry.

The strange atmosphere gradually permeated the main hall.

The shyness and joy on Shou Gucheng's face gradually faded away, becoming calm and waveless, and the blue eyes were even more indifferent.

It seems that another spirit dominates him now, and he is extremely indifferent to life.

"A hundred, how many have you killed?"

Sikong broke the silence, but the content of the words only made the atmosphere even more eerie.

"Not much, only eighty-nine."

Shou Gucheng's words were calm, stating the established facts.

On the fresco, there is a Virgin who is half-naked, picking wild fruits to help the lost along the way.

Our Lady's loving smile was scratched by the sword marks, revealing gloomy, and she looked down at the main hall coldly, and the two of them.

"Baizhu coupling disc represents the pinnacle of the machinery industry; Thousands of silkworms and bauhinia flowers represent the pinnacle of the weaving industry; Blue and white exquisite porcelain, representing the pinnacle of the ceramic industry; Rainbow Stone Dragon ......"

Eighteen kinds of legendary handicrafts that have reached the pinnacle have been swept by the commonplace, and they have fallen in this dead and silent hall, and the aftermath is lingering for a long time.

Shou Gucheng's face was still the same, and he even nodded lightly with Sikong's words, as if he was agreeing with Sikong's words.

But his gaze was fixed on the rusty sword in Sikong's hand.

"The owner of the Hundred Beads Disc is dead, dead at the hands of the hundredth corpse murderer, me."

The corners of Sikong's mouth went up, which was both mockery and chuckle.

Memory, but recalled that in the earth-shattering explosion, as he detonated the thermal reactor, Qianqian was swept by a fire dragon, and life and death were unknown.

The hundred-bead reeling disc in his pocket actually rushed into the sea of fire and disappeared.

And when the Baizhu Scroll Disc returned to Sikong's pocket, the inscription 'Ninety-Nine' on it changed to 'One Hundred'.

Qianqian became the last victim of the Baizhu corpse case.

How, sarcasm.

"Oh, she's been reluctant to contact us, but I didn't expect to make it to the last step."

Shou Gucheng smiled and shook his head, as if he was regretting that he would fall behind.

Instead, he looked at Sikong inexplicably and smiled a little ghostly: "So, do you want to kill me again like a vagent?" ”

The serial corpse shredding case is not an isolated case in the Wind Curtain Star Domain.

In other star fields, there are seventeen more cases, which are a group crime.

And this Bitan, or Shou Lonely City, is one of them.

"The method of contemplating the sword light is what you got from the Thousand Silkworm Bauhinia Flower?"

Sikong didn't reply to the question, but his hand slowly let go of the rusty sword.

Seeing this, Shou Gucheng's eyes flickered, and his words were full of the call of the devil: "I am only one of the eighteen methods of visualization from ghosts. ”

'One of the eighteen blood sacrifice introducers, containing the door of the ghost domain, it is impossible to open it', this is the information after Sikong's interpretation of the origin of the Baizhu Scroll Plate.

It seems that this is true.

Sikong put his right hand back on his lap and looked deeply at Shou Gucheng.

The shy big boy is him, and so is the cold swordsman.

Because, he has a dual personality, and like Qianqian, he is a mental patient.

Sikong suddenly felt very interesting, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, now I am the owner of the Baizhu Continuous Scroll." Completed all crimes. ”

On the murals, the mottled distant mountains, the tattered and yellowed wilderness.

Our Lady's smile, peering into the darkness of the two, mocking and hideous.

Shou Gucheng suddenly laughed wildly, patted Sikong on the shoulder, snot and saliva flowed all over his chest, and the wooden sword rattled.

"Good! You're one step ahead of me, and it looks like I'm going to hurry! ”

Sikong also laughed, patted Shou Gucheng's shoulder, laughed fiercely, and even hooked the injury, and coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

As he coughed, Sikong's gaze became a little strange.

It's like, the gaze of a psychopath.

Complex and crazy, with all kinds of emotions in the world.

Maintain the stability of the empire, be a defender, purge evil, and defend justice?

Sikong still laughed.

He is a villain with a monstrous blood feud, and the murderer of this corpse crushing case has deceived him, so he will naturally fight to the death.

But in the same way, he will also gain and lose for the sake of pros and cons.

Pick up the butcher's knife and become a demon!