The little dragon lion's swift body tossed in the air a few times, and then landed firmly on the ground, turning to look at the shuangshuang who had missed the knife. Shuangshuang didn't seem to want to give him a chance, and after stabbing him in the air, he turned around and stabbed him again.

"I know you may not hear what I'm saying, but I really want to say, Shuangshuang, I really miss you." When Shuangshuang rushed in front of Xiaolongshi once, Xiaolongshi did not dodge, but took Shuangshuang's attack hard, and his hand was Shuangshuang's wrist holding the knife, and the powerful impact force hit him with pain.

But even then, the little dragon lion's face still did not show a little pain, more of a trace of sadness.

His eyes were on Shuangshuang's face, his eyes, his nose, everything was familiar and profound to him. Many times, he would think of this face and would dream of it at night and burst into tears.

Too much unwillingness, too much regret, and too much remorse.

He once told Shuangshuang that he would always protect Shuangshuang, but in the end, Shuangshuang died because of him. Such a kind of trauma in his heart, he knew that he could not make up for it in his life.

The Shuangshuang in front of him is no longer the Shuangshuang of the past, and the eyes of the former Shuangshuang are so watery, as if they can speak. The eyes in front of me are so empty and godless, that people can't feel a trace of emotion, cold, and indifferent.

And this cangbai face is like a blank piece of paper, with no trace of the past on it. There is no smile, no distress, no sorrow.

The Shuangshuang in his memory, when he smiled with a slightly fat face, he was so gorgeous and good-looking, just looking at it would make people feel like a spring breeze, and he was in a particularly good mood.

He couldn't see that smile anymore.

Hiss –

When Xiao Longshi's thoughts drifted away uncontrollably, the short knife in both hands suddenly hooked his fingers, and immediately turned his head, directly cutting a wound on Xiao Longshi's arm.

The little dragon lion was in pain, and as soon as his hand was released, he let go of Shuangshuang.

Both took advantage of the victory to pursue, and rushed again with short knives, not giving the little dragon and lion a chance to breathe, and the shot was fast, accurate, ruthless and very sharp, and every attack was like putting the little dragon and lion to death.

Looking at Xiaolongshi again, in the face of Shuangshuang's fierce attacks again and again, he was more often just defending, rather than attacking at all. His gaze, which never left Shuangshuang's face from beginning to end, seemed to want to imprint this face more deeply in his heart.

Because, maybe after this time, he will really never see this face of Shuangshuang. is also because of Shuangshuang's face, Xiaolongshi's thoughts will keep flying away, and he will think of the day he met Shuangshuang, as well as every day after that.

He had no intention of fighting at all, and he didn't think about hurting Shuangshuang, the sharp short knife, the fierce attack, the little dragon lion was a little difficult to deal with. He was forced to retreat again and again, but he was still just like this, and he still had no intention of attacking.

In such a situation, he didn't know how long it would take, he only knew that he really wanted to see more of Shuangshuang's face.

While continuing the offensive of Shuangshuang, he was talking, talking about their past, talking about their bits and pieces, talking about the unwillingness in his heart, talking about the regrets in his heart, and his eyes turned red as he spoke.

Dressed in gorgeous pairs, he attacks fiercely with a knife in one hand, while in the other sleeve, it is empty. The sleeves fluttering in the wind deeply stimulated the little dragon lion.

The scene of both swinging their knives and cutting off their own hands appeared in the mind of the little dragon and lion over and over again.

Hiss –

Shuangshuang's knife slashed directly through the chest of the little dragon lion.

The sound of clothes breaking, just a moment, the bright red blood was soaked out of the hole. The little dragon lion looked down at the blood on his chest, but he didn't seem to feel much pain. At this time, nothing is more intense than the pain in my heart.

The sound of the flute suddenly sounded, and in the sound of the flute, a thick sadness was hidden in it, and the heavy snow falling in the sky seemed to make people fall into a heavy world.

The little dragon lion tilted his head and looked at the flute sitting on the big rock behind the pairs.

Diyin was sitting there, flute in hand, playing in a daze. Seeing the flute at such a time, the little dragon lion's heart was so excited and resentful.

It was the flute, and it was the flute that killed Shuangshuang.

On that day, Diyin treated Shuangshuang so cruelly that Shuangshuang was worse than death. It was the flute that hurt the best friend in his life. It's the sound of the flute, and it's the sound of the flute that makes both of them unpeaceful after they die.

The anger in the little dragon lion's heart rushed up in an instant.

"Diyin, I'm going to kill you." The little dragon lion roared angrily and rushed towards the flute.

The flute sat there, without the slightest intention of moving, still blowing the sad tune, and on the face without too much expression, there was a faint trace of emotion that no one could see, like sadness, and like confusion. Just like the eyes that reflect the snow of the sky and the earth, they look at the white expanse in the distance without focus.

The artistic conception of people and music is so compatible, so that people can no longer see the frivolity and exaggeration of the past in this young man.

When the little dragon lion was about to rush to Di Yin's side, the figures of Shuangshuang rushed over in an instant, blocking the little dragon lion's attack with the short knife in his hand. And the little dragon lion's blow was full of anger and hatred, both of them blocked it, and they were directly hit by the little dragon lion's blow and flew out.

"Shuangshuang?" Seeing that Shuangshuang was hit out by himself, Xiaolongshi was startled, and quickly retracted the momentum and chased after Shuangshuang who fell out, and reached out to grab the clothes on Shuangshuang's chest, so as not to let Shuangshuang fall to the ground.

But just for this moment, Shuangshuang, whose feet had just stepped on the ground, slashed towards the little dragon lion's hand.

The little dragon lion had another long, deep wound on his arm.

The little dragon and lion took a few steps back, looking at the ruthless and indifferent Shuangshuang, and his heart was stabbed fiercely again. The wound on his arm was bleeding and sliding down his fingers on the snow. The short knives on both hands were also dripping with blood, looking cold and piercing.

The heavy snow that was flying in the sky, the sound of the flute that was so sad that it almost made people cry, and the pair of friends who were once friends and now enemies, the little dragon and lion felt this unspeakable pain for the first time.

Shuangshuang –

After a long time, the sound of the flute finally stopped.

Diyin withdrew his gaze from the distance and quietly looked at the little dragon lion.

"Will you kill him? This is for your dead partner. Diyin asked lightly.

What happened that day, Xiaolongshi will never forget, and for Diyin, it is also an existence that cannot be let go of for a lifetime. He still remembers the painful appearance of Shuangshuang tearing out of the wooden stick little by little that day, and he still remembers the appearance of Shuangshuang desperately cutting off his hand and pounced on the pile of daggers, and he will not forget the words Shuangshuang said.

There is an emotion that no amount of tribulation between heaven and earth can stop.

Is there really such an emotion in this world?

Still, it's just one of them.

Diyin stared at the little dragon and lion tightly, and didn't want to let go of any expression on the little dragon lion's face, as well as every change in his eyes.

He really wanted to know, in the face of this situation in front of him, what would the little dragon lion do?

The little dragon lion looked at Diyin angrily, but he didn't answer Diyin's words, what should he do, he had already thought about it when he followed Shuangshuang here.

It's just that none of this has anything to do with his flute sound.

Seeing the angry appearance of the little dragon lion, Di Yin sneered: "You will kill him, right!" Because he is now your enemy, and if you don't kill him, he will surely kill you. So for the sake of everything you have, you will definitely kill him without hesitation, right? Don't pretend, I know you think so. ”

"You just need to know that you're the damn one." The corners of the little dragon lion's mouth twitched slightly, and when he spoke, he gathered his Xuan Qi again and rushed towards the flute.

He's going to kill Diyin, kill Diyin!!

Shuangshuang appeared again, once again blocked in front of the little dragon lion, and was slapped out by the little dragon lion's skillful palm, and the little dragon lion's gaze rushed to the flute firmly.

Diyin sneered again, stretched out his hand, and directly grabbed Shuangshuang, who was beaten out by the little dragon lion, from the air and blocked it in front of him.

Little Dragon Lion: "......"

The Xuanzhang that was already about to hit Shuangshuang's chest was immediately recovered, and the whole person rolled over and retreated to the side. This palm went with the momentum of the nirvana flute, the power was huge, if it landed on Shuangshuang's chest, Shuangshuang would inevitably be beaten apart.

How could the little dragon lion be so kind to Shuangshuang.

But the little dragon lion retracted his strength so suddenly, and the force of the return collision was forcefully knocked out of a mouthful of blood, and his entire chest was slammed by the recovered force, and he was in pain.

"Diyin, how dare you use Shuangshuang as a meat shield?" The little dragon lion didn't care about his own injuries, but pointed at the flute and scolded angrily.

You know, if his palm closes a little slower, Shuangshuang doesn't know what the result will be.

For the roar of the little dragon and lion, Di Yin didn't care at all, put Shuangshuang aside, and then said softly: "Anyway, he is already a dead man, even if he dies again, what does it matter?" ”

"You ......" Xiaolongshi was so angry by the words of the flute that he couldn't speak.

"What's wrong with me? Am I not right? Diyin raised an eyebrow and looked at Shuangshuang, "Look at Shuangshuang, he doesn't seem to have any problem with what I've done." ”

"You dare to do this, I will never let you go." The little dragon lion's eyes were dyed with the color of flames, and the whole person was extremely angry.

Both of them stood beside Diyin, without a trace of emotion, cold faces, empty eyes, as if they were outsiders to everything here.