Zhong Yu, farewell.

I still love you, just like you did at the beginning, and your appearance will forever be etched in my memory.

I heard that people will go to hell after death, so I will go first, I will wait for you in hell, but I will not drink the soup of Meng Po on the bridge, because I don't want to be a ghost without memory, no matter how the ghost envoys torture me, I will be strong, because I know that you will not forget me.

The covenant on the Sansheng Stone in our previous life is still there, and I will re-engrave him, and the inscription is very deep, deep, and it will not recede no matter how the wind and rain erode it. If you come down to me, you will see it clearly at a glance, it is a testimony of our love.

Don't worry, I'll be strong, I'm no longer a weak woman.

Don't worry, I won't leave you alone, for I will be with you.

Hu Zhongyu came out again with a palm, and the already scarred Hu Liancheng flew out again, blood dripping, it was a weak confession, and it was a break in family affection.

Hu Zhongyu can hurt him, but Hu Liancheng can't fight back, the memories of his childhood are still clearly engraved in his mind, those happy times carry his father's love for his son, and those memories that can't be forgotten have become fetters, what's wrong with you, father?

"I'm your son, I'm Tiger City. He screamed desperately, he couldn't just forget the beauty of the past.

There are many helplessness in life, flowers bloom, green silk turns into white hair, relatives are separated, birth, old age, sickness and death, but so what, my helplessness is you.

You are my helpless, my father.

If only blood can bring back your lost memories, then I hope it is mine, Mother She is a miserable person who has suffered for us all these years.

The night had a bit of a bleak taste, with blood and tears, but there was no family fun after all.

"Haha, it's good, it's a good dog, kill him, and the master will reward you well. ”

As if hearing recognition, and as if it was a numb killing, Hu Zhongyu once again raised his palm and attacked the top of Hu Liancheng's head, tearing the softness of the wind, with the breath of death, to the last trace of family affection.

Hu Liancheng closed his eyes, and at that moment he saw himself again when he was a child,

"Father, father. Why do birds fly in the sky?"

"Because birds have wings. ”

"Why do birds have wings? ”

"It was given from heaven. ”

"Then why doesn't Heaven give wings to man?"

"Because man can fly on his own. ”

......

Everything will be a thing of the past, the last warmth, the last smile, the last human affection, I will awaken your lost memories.

touched, a palm hit it solidly, blood sprayed out, life began to pass, and in the end it was blood flowing, and finally family affection was broken.

The blood at the corner of the mouth is like a poppy that opens instantly, fiery, unrestrained, and full of affection, it is the poison that confuses the world, it is a bright smile, it is the antidote to the heartache, and it is the poison that removes your amnesia.

"Zhong Yu, your beard is a little long, your hair is a little messy, do you remember when I shaved your beard and combed your hair?" The faint voice was ethereal, as if it came from the distant Huangquan Road, nostalgia, nostalgia for those faint days without waves.

Hu Zhongyu's face was full of blood, it was his wife's blood, it was the burning pain, it was the antidote to amnesia. You remember the past, you remember the original affection, you are not a cold-blooded person, you are not a killing machine, you are a flesh and blood person.

A trace of pain suddenly flashed in Hu Zhongyu's dull eyes, and some memory fragments flashed in his mind, but they didn't keep it after all, and the blood of his lover on his face was still dripping. Did he remember something?

No, he was still cold, cold.

The pace of killing still did not stop, the death knell of hell sounded the sound of death, and it was too late to linger too much, and it was already on the road to Huangquan.

Everything is coming to an end, there is no struggle, no resistance. The dead man is your former favorite, and the bloody corners of your mouth are the tenderness that haunts your dreams.

Hu Zhongyu did not stagnate in the slightest, and the unrivaled palm qi once again attacked Hu Liancheng.

Kill, kill, kill.

Death is the end of the soul, all sins will be redeemed, and all evil consequences will end without a problem.

Bumper.

The big things in Hu Zhongming's heart can finally be put down, I don't care if you are the supreme demon of heaven and earth, or just Tiger Liancheng, everything is over.

This time, both palms fell to the ground, the bluestone floor cracked inch by inch in an instant, the gravel stirred, and the people lying on the ground had already flown into the air.

In the night, dressed in red, she carried the injured person under her armpit, the lonely, depressed person.

Her cold and beautiful face is a fairy in the sky.

The night was instantly bright at this moment, and the red figure was the only scenery at this moment.

Hu Zhongming was very angry, and immediately killed Hu Liancheng, but was rescued.

"Girl, he is a traitor to my Tiger family, if you let him go, my Tiger Zhong will be grateful. "Spiritual power is contained in the sound, and the sound vibrates the four wilderness, which is both a shock and a threat.

"If I don't let go, what can you do to me?" The voice of the woman in red was cold, with an unsympathetic coldness, like a sword piercing the blue sky.

Tiger Zhongming jumped up and slapped his palms at the woman in red.

Bang, fists and palms were handed over, and an elegant man in white appeared in front of Tiger Zhongming.

Huo Ran, Tiger Zhongming had blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth, and he was beaten to the ground.

He stared at the elegant man with deep fear in his eyes. This person's cultivation is even higher than that of the man in the cloth that night, why did so many mysterious masters suddenly appear in Qingniu City.

The man in white and the woman in red disappeared into the moonlight together.

The moon had risen into the middle of the sky, the cabin was in tatters, the woman in the house was lifeless, and her blood did not awaken her beloved.

used to raise eyebrows, but today the yin and yang are separated, I left with pain, and I left with nostalgia. If I am lost, will you guide me?

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Bleak, desolate.

The night wind blows a monotonous melody, like sadness, like weeping.

The bright moon is still hanging in the sky, neither happy nor sad.

Hu Zhongming finally came back to his senses, and the blood from the corners of his eyes flowed to his cheeks, which was so infiltrating under the reflection of the moon.

That man knocked himself down with one move, what kind of person is that? What kind of cultivation does this have to be done to do it? He looked at the direction where the man in white and the girl in red disappeared with a vicious look, his fists clenched, and he secretly said in his heart, even if you are the king of heaven, you can't stop me from dominating, I am the overlord of Qingniu City, and even the overlord of this world.

Everywhere the butcher's knife passes, whoever dares to disobey me, those who don't obey me, blood is splashed seven feet.

Tiger City, you can't run away.