"Is it their fault to be ordinary?" Yi Tian stared at the White King, her heart preventing herself from attacking him.

Sometimes time is so expensive, it can make a person completely metamorphosis in such a short time, but it is just a cocoon, not a butterfly with a fragrance.

It's an evil dragon who was given a great life as soon as he was born, and kept tearing the world with his fangs and sharp teeth.

"White King. Yitian withdrew the Bangque sword, and looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were full of pity.

All he wants is a warm and comfortable home, and he doesn't even need a family, as long as someone helps him in times of difficulty, helps him continue to eat and wait for death, but those burning serrated blades have chopped his last life to pieces, and he can no longer wait for the next day's sun in his sleep, and the painful scarlet memories will wake him up again and again.

"Let's correct this mistake together, shall we?"

"Wrong, where did I make a mistake?" the White King tilted his head, his red pupils like blood-stained fireworks.

"What you really need to correct is them. The White King pointed to Lao Li and the others who were trapped in the cross.

"There are many stars that can be more dazzling than the moon, but no matter how hard they try, they will not be noticed by the sun. ”

"I'm just going to be the only star, it's more beautiful, isn't it?"

"No!" Yitian suddenly picked up the white king, and opened his mouth in a daze, but he didn't know what to say.

She had never felt the sun's rays on her back tingle so much, penetrating deep into every pore, burning her heart, the raging fire burning in the palm of her hand, and it seemed that what she had in her hand was not the white king she had seen that day, and who was still overwhelmed by the power, but the demon who had tasted the blood of the world.

"What's the point?" After a long time, the choked words in Yitian's throat spat out, and she felt exhausted.

The White King didn't speak, nor did he try to struggle from Yitian's hand, his calm eyes rippled, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and then shook it violently.

"Boom!"

The earth was overturned, countless trees were left under the wave of air, and a huge amount of smoke and dust encompassed the bodies of the White King and Yitian.

"See?" the White King looked at Yitian with a dull and disbelieving face in the blurred smoke and dust, and the blood of those ordinary people hit the White King's face, fresh as if he could dance, as if he could speak.

"That's the meaning. ”

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The warm breeze blew on Gusor's face, and he waved his hand casually, as if to hit a fly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The sun is still so beautiful, and the smell in the air has become fresher and more ······ The natural scent of the trees.

"It's so comfortable. Gusol stretched, the pleasant feeling reminded him of those old days, and the beauty of life will fill every corner of your body with your snort.

"But then again, this kid from the White King really surprised me. Thinking of the White King's fierce attack, the overwhelming crosses smashed through the rain, he could imagine that in the future, when those familiar crosses continued to be imprinted on his body, would he still be able to withstand it?

A gust of wind dispersed the smoke from Gusol's eyes, allowing him to see the outline not far away.

"Yo! Gusol got up and walked, and to his strange sight and perception was telling him that there were only two people left here.

How did she disappear?

Guthor faintly thought that this would not make him feel uneasy, but that she named Yitian would not give up so easily, she was like those Bess birds, every early morning, Bess birds would fly desperately to the rising sun, they were just some of the most insignificant birds, but they had the most lonely heads, nothing could stop them, only death.

So Guthor really couldn't think of a reason why Etienne would leave here empty-handed.

"Boy, what about the woman?" asked Guthor after all.

"She's gone. ”

"Why? This is not her style, she should have used that Bangque to smash me to pieces, and she will not take you away until there is no scum left, why is that?"

"It's like asking why I'm leaving my homeland, you say?"

"Oh, because it'······" Gusol raised his eyebrows, and was very amused, "It is dilapidated, all the good things are withering there, and the countryside, family, and friends are ······" Guthor stopped suddenly, suddenly realizing that his words were a bit rude, and he couldn't tell what the little madman in front of him would do.

"Sorry, I seem to be talking too much. ”

"No, how can there be the word sorry between a madman and a madman. ”

"Sorry is a mockery of the weakness of the person concerned. ”

"We don't need any, do we?"

The last byte fell to Guthor's ears, and the White King suddenly fell to the ground, a weak aura emanating from the deepest part of his body. Gusol stared closely at the white king who fell to the ground, his eyes had a rare depth, and the smile on his face was solemn and sharp.

The well-informed Gusol still found it hard to believe that the white king, who was still suffering from hurting a few innocent people, was already killing people without blinking an eye, this was like the sun that was still bright when he got up, and the moon was already in the sky with a yawn.

Is it the cross?" Guthor thought to himself, whispering the name that would make him shudder just by thinking about it.

"Cross ruling. ”

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White clouds, blue sky, everything is so beautiful, the white king lies quietly on the grass, looking at the partners around him who keep laughing, every face is a touch in memory, in such a warm existence, time seems to be unable to break those smiling faces, maybe they should be frozen, forever sealed in the narrowest place in the depths of memory.

A gust of wind blew through the White King's nose, and the White King sniffed.

The smell of blood, he thought, instantly confused and blank in his mind.

When he blinked again, all the scenes were terrifying and familiar.

The screams reached his mind with countless severed limbs, and rivers of blood wet his body.

"Why?" the tears that flowed were the only clear places here, and the White King's heart twitched, as if something had cracked from inside, and sour water flowed out.

All the skin seemed to be thickened with walls, and he still couldn't do anything.

Seeing the people in front of him shattered and died one by one, the white king was stunned.

What is death, when he was younger, the White King asked himself.

Whenever someone in the village died, hung up the white silk, and the mournful song echoed between the air and the leaves, the white king would shrink in his room, and secretly lie on the window eaves to watch the procession see off, at that time, he would not be sad, his eyes were full of curiosity, and joy. He also thought that there were people in the village who had been promoted and had a bright future, so how could he, as a junior, not be taken care of.

But he still understood after all.

Death is a farewell, an end, a tear between relatives, an air that can no longer be grasped by reaching out and a thank you to those who have taken care of him.

He understood these things, but what about those who wanted to thank them.

Maybe they all turned into butterflies to bless him.

Tears welled up, and the White King broke free from his restraints and got up.

The red cross floated in the air, but it was the right thing for the occasion. He understood that it was all just a dream.

"Today, I see you off. ”