When the sword stabbed out, the heart was like a stagnant water, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no joys, no angers, no fears, and no more feelings. After the sword was pierced, from the heart to the body, from the eyes to the face, an unbreakable frozen cage had been cast, and the body and mind would never be shaken by everything outside the body, because he could see everything but not feel it, he could hear it, but he didn't think about it.

Therefore, he was not surprised that the accurate heart-piercing sword could not stab the dead.

Therefore, the man who had been betrayed and slain turned around and clenched his sword, and uttered the words of admonition, and he did not shake.

Coldly looking at the sky under the flames and colored glass, the breath of life gradually drained from the person's face, and coldly looked at the body that fell in a pool of blood, and it took a long, long time before he knew what had happened, and he could understand normally what Fu Hanqing said.

However, the frozen mask does not change in any way, and in the clear state of mind, the feeling is slow and slow.

Like, something went wrong, right?

Seemingly, what's the idea, maybe, isn't it?

Just now, Fu Hanqing ...... Han ...... What the hell did he say, why was there no hatred or surprise in his eyes, there was only ......

However, even this question is slow and indifferent.

Coldly bowed his head, looking at the slightly twitching body, reason was shouting, make up for a sword in the past, never suffer in the future, and his feelings were shouting, help him, you are wrong, go and save him......

However. All the callings are equally faint and almost inaudible.

He just clenched his sword hard, and the cold touch on the hilt made him feel angry and ashamed of his unwarranted weakness once again.

He didn't step forward, didn't make up another sword, not because he couldn't bear it, not because he was moved, but because he didn't know that he could be so weak. He didn't know. Take another step forward, will you abandon the sword in trembling, will you let your reason completely annihilate to embrace the body in the pool of blood......

This is absolutely intolerable and unacceptable to him.

Now, right or wrong doesn't matter anymore?

How did Fu Hanqing treat him? It doesn't matter anymore?

At this point, it is useless to turn back, and there is no need to turn back.

Why Fu Hanqing treats me sincerely enough, why Fu Hanqing keeps deceiving me everywhere, and why Fu Hanqing is too indifferent and ruthless......

To put it bluntly, everything is an excuse.

He wants more, he wants more, he doesn't want to be subordinate, he doesn't want to be constrained. He doesn't want to always have a master on his head, he doesn't want to always have the scrutinizing eyes of kings around him. He wants his freedom. He wants to belong only to his cause. Even if it is weak and humble compared to the Shura religion. Even if he has the power and influence of the land, he is far inferior to the heavenly king of the Shura Sect. He doesn't want hyacinths to always be around. He doesn't want to have the words "Sect Master's Lover" on him forever. He should no longer be reduced to the point where he cannot accept the gifts of others, what he wants, reach out and take it, be free, and be himself. And in order to have such freedom, to protect such freedom, he must betray, he needs power. He needs wealth, and even more so ambition.

Killing people is fine. Betrayal or not, for the sake of the land has never been just himself, does it matter how Fu Hanqing treats him?

What matters is just how he goes to see Fu Hanqing and how he treats Fu Hanqing.

I have this thought in my heart for a long time, so I will find countless excuses, no matter what Fu Hanqing does, he will be dissatisfied again and again, and he can find one reason after another to justify his betrayal and killing.

But why be reasonable, and why be pretty?

A betrayal is a betrayal, and no amount of reason is weak and ridiculous.

Cruelty and viciousness, selfishness and despicability, for him, it is not that he dare not admit and cannot face it.

He can accept that he is indifferent and selfish, cruel and vicious, but it is unbearable, that self-pretentious and decisive decision, thinking that all decisions are incomparably correct, is still weak enough to be easily shaken, and still unable to stick to his will to the end.

After doing evil, because he was moved and realized, he was in pain and wept, and he repented, in the legends of the world, this may be a beautiful talk, but if this kind of thing happened to him, Di Jiu felt that it was better to return a sword and kill himself more happily.

No, no, no, he doesn't plan to turn back, and he definitely won't.

He wanted to kill Fu Hanqing, and there was never a misunderstanding in this.

Because by killing him, you can get more, because by using him and destroying him, you can get closer to your goal.

Therefore, there is no misunderstanding, and there is no enlightenment. No matter what Fu Hanqing's last look is or what his last advice is, everything will not change.

He slowly stepped back, and jumped onto the courtyard wall without looking back, although at this time his eyes still did not take his eyes off Fu Hanqing for a moment.

Another flame lit up in the sky, and in the dazzling light, he took one last look at him, and then quietly jumped down, and from then on, the man named Fu Hanqing was no longer seen in his field of vision. The man who was many, many years in his life.

Fu Hanqing, perhaps...... I loved you and still do......

However, I love myself more.

It's not that you're unimportant to me, it's just that you're not that important compared to a lot of other things.

Therefore, the most I can do for you is just the joy of these three days, just the glass in the sky, just the fleeting, no matter how much beauty will turn into dust and smoke.

I have found so many reasons for myself to kill you, so many justifiable reasons, and after a sword stabs it, it has turned into smoke.

I won't forget the last look you looked at me, I won't forget the last thing you said, and I can't help but admit that you actually treated me really well. Perhaps, all the reasons, all the charges, to put it bluntly, are just the sins that I want to add.

However, the sword has been stabbed out and will not be unsheathed, and I do not want to sheath it.

What I want, you can't give it to me, your existence is still a threat to me.

Di Jiu turned around and walked towards the horse tied under the tree, walking step by step, very slowly.

Behind him, there was a dying man who was still worried about him, dying little by little.

Untied the reins, turned over and got on the horse, his heart moved slightly, it seemed to hurt, but it didn't seem to be, it seemed to hear a voice calling his name, and it didn't seem to be.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, everything was not like what he would do, and yet, all the while, he did not look back.

Gradually go into the distance, gradually into the darkness, and gradually and forever and forever away from the man.

Far away, the roar has always been heard. He heard, but didn't feel it.

The flames in the sky rose and fell, changing rapidly, but he didn't bother to look up.

He lit this grand scene for one person, but the person who watched the fireworks may not even have the strength to raise his head and look up.

A person, a horse, walking in such a cold night wind, no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they have no intention of seeing them.

The horses are uncontrolled, they move forward and stop on their own. The place where he stopped was a lonely grave on a barren hill on the side of the road.

Di Jiu didn't rush the horse, just quietly looked at the lonely tomb in the night, watching every time the colorful flame reopened, illuminating the unrecognizable tombstone in front of the grave.

"I've been waiting for you for most of the day, and I haven't seen anyone, and when you change your mind and don't do anything, you end up in a daze on the edge of this deserted grave?" Suddenly, the gloomy voice seemed to be straight

It came out of nowhere.

Di Jiu just looked at the tomb quietly, and didn't even move his eyebrows.

After a very depressed sigh, a figure appeared in front of the horse as if out of thin air: "How about it, what new things can be set up?" ”

Di Jiu shook his head lightly, and said lightly: "No, nothing, it should be the last treasure, otherwise, in the past few days, he has been coaxed so happy by me, it is impossible for him not to leak a breath." ”

The person in front of the horse laughed coldly: "I originally said that you were scheming in vain, if you really have a treasure, it is not something you coaxed, besides, according to the records left back then, Di Jing does only have one of the biggest treasures, you just don't believe it, you have to spend a lot of money to get a glass house out, lose a lot of money in vain, and you have to accompany him to run around outside for more than half a year, according to our plan, only three months, we can end all the action." You've wasted at least three months, how much can we do in those three months......"

"When I said that I suspected that there were other treasures, other good things, and that I should ask him slowly, and that I should coax him to be happy and happy, so that he would believe in me with all my heart, didn't you all applaud him? Now I know that I made a mistake. Di Jiu didn't even look at the other party, and his tone was full of ridicule.

The man was extremely depressed, stunned for a moment, and then said indignantly: "Let's go, speaking of which, I just feel sorry for the glass house and the fireworks bought for tens of thousands of taels of silver, it's not easy for us now, as long as the stupid people of the Shura Sect come back to their senses." They will take great revenge on us, and they will have to use more silver in the future, and even if they get a treasure, they should not spend it so lavishly. I knew that you were working in vain, so it was better to hand him over to me directly. With my means, I can't ask anything, where is the need for you to use beautiful men to play that boring method of tenderness and secret. ”

Di Jiu sneered slightly.

This is a lifetime. He will never tell anyone that he wandered at the end of the day, and for most of the game life, he never deliberately asked anything, this glass world, three days and nights without leaving. He didn't even remember at all, those so-called treasures.

However, at this moment, he just sneered, and then said nonchalantly: "If your ability is great enough to extract a confession from a person whose heart has been pierced, then ......" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the place where he came from, "Please!" ”

I heard a low roar in my ear: "Di Jiu, play with me, is it fun?" ”

Di Jiu suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter was fierce and wanton, and it could be heard for miles.

Laughter. He finally looked back for the first time, looking in the direction he had come.

Fu Hanqing. At this moment, are you alive or dead?

Why. I pierce the heart with a sword, and you will not die.

Why, I have spent so much painstaking effort to give you a little bit of ridiculous false compassion, just to give you a little happiness, to give you a painless death, but you don't even die?

I'm not going to make another sword, but I'm not going to save you.

I'm not going to tell anyone else. You didn't die immediately, but I won't send a trumpet either. Let the people of the Shura Sect know that their land leader is gradually dying.

What is it in my mind like this? What is it that you want?

Is it at the last moment, your eyes, your words, to create new shackles and troubles, so although I stabbed that sword, I was not relieved after all, and I could not get the relief of relief.

In fact, I don't have time to think about it, the years will prove that the moment my sword pierced into your heart, I knew that if I killed you, I really wouldn't be happier? I also know that I wouldn't be happier to get what I have now.

But I also know that I will be very, very unhappy if I lose all this wealth and power.

"When people are dead, what do you want? Don't waste time, tell me the location and mechanism of the treasure, and let's go together......"

Di Jiu looked back when he heard this, and saw the face with strange excitement and madness under the fireworks on the horizon, and then smiled.

"All treasures are prone to killing and betrayal...... I don't want to...... I don't want to separate anyone, but ...... But...... If you have companions...... You all have the same ...... for treasure Expect...... You want...... Be careful...... A few...... Don't be ...... by your companions Harm. ”

He thought, casually pondering the man's last words, smiling at the brilliant fireworks he had lit for him.

is really a hopeless stupid, Di Jiu can even kill Fu Hanqing, how can he give others a chance to betray and hurt.

"I won't tell anyone about everything in the treasure land, but I will definitely bring enough people to take out the treasure, and I will definitely let you see with your own eyes that I have neither monopolized nor hidden that wealth."

The man's eyebrows furrowed, and in his voice, there was anxiety: "What do you mean?" You don't believe me? ”

Di Jiu laughed and shook his head: "No, you are wrong, I believe in you, I believe in you very much." Because everything you want, I know it clearly, because what you take out in exchange is all clear, our transaction is too simple, too direct, and there is nothing suspicious. ”

He stared at him, his eyes reflecting the never-fading brilliance of the sky.

"It is precisely because I believe in you that I do not intend to add more variables to the cooperation between you and me, so I do not intend to use treasures to test the trust between you and me. Before that wealth is officially taken out, only I know, you and I can save a lot of thoughts, a lot of worries, and avoid a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings. He smiled, his eyes almost gentle, "You say, yes?" Fudo Myowang! ”