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The gray sky is like the mood of a lovelorn, gloomy without a moment of sunshine.

The drizzling rain hit the body and cooled my heart.

The people in the center of the square were left in twos and threes, holding up their sleeves and holding umbrellas, and quickly disappeared under the obscure dome.

Ghost Wu Ji followed behind Xin Wu, not leaving an inch, like two drops of rain that melted into the earth.

"The adjudication debate is over, and you can see the sword pattern. Xin Wu turned around and looked at Ghost Wu Ji.

The short blond hair clings to the handsome side face, and the beautiful pupils are even more dazzling in the gray environment.

After the adjudication debate match, Onitakehime has been following herself.

Not leaving an inch, like his own shadow, must have something to say.

"It was a beautiful fight. Ghost Wu Ji said lightly, detoured in front of Xin Wu, and blocked the young man's way.

Xin Wu's eyebrows froze: "I don't think you will come out of your way to praise me." ”

"You're the one I'm looking for!" Oni Takehime stretched out her white palm and gently poked the young man's heart.

Xin Wu took two steps back, and the doubt in his eyes became even thicker: "Is it an enemy or a benefactor?"

Ghost Takehime shook his head: "Neither." ”

"Then I'll ask in another way. ”

Xin Wu paused, raised his head, and the rain dripped down his hair: "Do you want me or harm me?"

"If you can't ask for it, then do the harm!" "Ghost Wu Ji was categorical, and her tone was as cold as frost.

Thunder streaked across the sky, and lightning fell on Xin Wu's left side, imprinting the hideous cow ghost mask of Oni Wu Ji.

Xin Wu knew that a serious ghost Wu Ji would not joke.

But he has never seen a person who asks for others and has such a tough attitude, even if it is a killer bee, he is also polite to himself.

"Do you think I'm unreasonable?" Ghost Takehime looked at Xin Wu's shocked face, and pulled out the ink-colored short knife behind his back, the rain washed the dust on it, and printed Xin Wu's uncertain eyes.

"Strength, is willful!"

Ghost Wu Ji gently placed the knife on Xin Wu's neck, the blade was close to the flesh, and the coldness was piercing.

"In the future, I will eat and live with you, and I will take care of everything for you, including the time to get up, the way you train, and the people and things you come into contact with all need my consent!"

"No...... Yes, I will not be at the mercy of anyone...... You"

Before Xin Wu finished his words, the carotid artery had been cut through the epidermis, and blood was flowing down, staining his white jacket red.

"I'm not here to consult with you, I'm here to give orders. Ghost Takehime said word by word, and her tone was as ordinary as the rising sun and the setting moon.

She withdrew her inky dagger and stared at a teenager in the distance who was scurrying in the rain, disappearing between breaths, and then turning back with the freckled boy in an instant.

"I am a cursed man, dare to do anything!" she showed no mercy, and without warning, the dagger plunged into Freckle's shoulder.

Freckles looked at her bleeding shoulders and fled in terror.

The characteristic costume of the ghost Takehime he recognized, he didn't have any courage to resist at all, so he could only flee like a mouse, thinking that he was unlucky.

Xin Wu was dumbfounded, this woman is really a madman!

Can someone you don't know hurt at will?

You may want to hurt innocent people for some purpose, but you will never do it for no reason.

However, Onitakehime can!

"What do you think?"

"You're sick!" Xin Wu's tone was cold, word by word, and his voice was like thunder: "But, surrender, I can't do it." ”

Of course, he is not a fool who wants to save face and suffer crimes, what is the use of iron bones?

He's a hunter, not a hero!

But Kitakehime would never kill herself, because he was the same kind of person as her.

Ghost Takehime cares about her feelings, otherwise how could she agree to help herself get the notebook?

If she had chosen to use force in the first place, it would have saved her a lot of trouble.

If she cares about herself, how can she kill someone who is useful to her?

Whether it's cold words, bloody slaughter, or threats at the tip of a knife, it's just a psychological game.

In this regard, the young Xin Wu is an out-and-out grandmaster.

"Poof" Ghost Wu Ji raised a kick and kicked Xin Wu out dozens of meters away, and before the young man could stand up, the hideous mask fell from the sky, and the hideous horns pressed against Xin Wu's neck.

"You don't think that last time I didn't use my strength, I promised to help you get the notebook, it proves that I care about you!"

Ghost Wuji shook his head, and his tone was as miserable as a sad Qin Se: "You are wrong, I kill people and do things, I only depend on my mood." ”

The ink-colored short sword was raised upright, and the rain dripped down the tip of the sword into Xin Wu's black pupils, and the vision in front of him was hazy, and he couldn't see this woman clearly at this moment.

Could it be that I was really wrong?!

His heartbeat was like a drumbeat, densely packed, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

He was really panicked, and in the face of a madman who couldn't see his thoughts and strength clearly, the helplessness he hadn't seen for a long time once again clearly emerged from his heart.

In the past three years, he has gone through hardships and constantly realized that he can be alone in charge.

However, in the face of absolute power, he is still the ant that can only crawl on the ground.

In an instant, Xin Wu had thousands of countermeasures in his mind.

For Ziyue, for Xueliya, for Yasuo, for unraveling his own background.

He is a person who wants to live no matter what, what if he loses his dignity, and what if he survives?

Instead of breaking the net here, it is better to use expedient measures to stabilize her first, and then find a chance to get out of control later, and then become strong and kill her is a better solution!

He just wanted to compromise, but there was an indescribable loneliness in his heart.

Anger was piling up in his heart like a volcano, and he was almost suffocated by the suppression.

Why has he spent his whole life absconding, escaping from the Light of Judgment, escaping from the Enigma, escaping from the pursuit of the inside and outside, escaping the demands of the killer bees, and escaping the traps set by the owl...... And now you want to escape from the control of Oni Wuhime?

In the future, will you also escape from the control of the strong, compromise those unwilling demands, and continue to live like ants and continue the lonely journey?

Because I'm too weak, I'm always on the run.

Because I wanted to live, I always compromised.

"Xin Wu, you are a kind child, you would rather be wronged than force a smile, and give beautiful things to your sister Ziyue first.

But you don't know, Ziyue knows your mood every time, and she's just forcing a smile.

For her, she is happy when you are happy, and for you, she is happy when she is happy. ”

Before Yasuo left, he touched Xin Wu's head and gently admonished: "So, never let others become your whole world."

If you don't get it, you will miss it painfully, and if you get it, you will worry about it and worry about losing.

You should be free and happy together, and you should not have a heart to be stubborn and stubborn.

I'm about to go far away, and I'll give you one last admonition: love yourself before you love your neighbor. ”

Love yourself before you love others?!

Yasuo's admonition was like a strong light that tore through the gloomy sky, through the dense drizzle, through the strong flesh, and into the heart and soul.

The depression in his heart, the hesitation in his eyes, and the killing intent exuded by Ghost Takehime were swept away.

Because of the compromise, I lost a lot, dignity, determination, faith, trust...... If I continue like this, I will have nothing.

All that remains is a growing hatred, transformed into a walking corpse that carries hatred.

I'm sorry, Azusa, I'm sorry Shirya.

Man lives by the body, but by the soul.

I never showed my selfishness, but that doesn't mean I didn't.

This time, Ghost Takehime touched my bottom line, and I want to go as I wish!

Xin Wu's blood burned stronger than fire, his body stood straighter than a tree, and he wanted to stand here, trampling the people who looked down on him one by one.

"Huh" Xin Wu suddenly grasped the ink-colored short sword stabbed by Ghost Wu Ji with one hand, and the tip of the sword stopped in front of Xin Wu's eyes, unable to advance for another half a minute. With a bright smile on his blood-stained face, he straightened up and kicked the surprised Kitakehime away from his side.

"I refuse you, and I refuse to die!" Xin Wu stood up, holding a hidden weapon, ready to fight.

At this moment, Xin Wu did not have any fear.

He is no longer as fearful of the changeable, powerful, dark, and domineering of Oni Takehime as before.

The woman in front of her was as ordinary as the sand on the ground and the leaves on the trees.

This is a new realm, no matter who the opponent is, whether he is strong or weak, there will be no ripples and emotions in his heart.

The cultivation realm calls it: Death!

What joy is life, what is the fear of death, life and death are just a reincarnation, death is the end of life, life is the beginning of death.

The meaning of life does not depend on the length of life, but on what is left behind in life and what is taken away after death.

You can leave anything, but you don't leave regrets and grievances!

Nothing can be taken away, at least dignity and faith!

In this life, whether life or death.

I should live for myself and leave my own mark on my life - I would rather die than give in, and never be a pawn and cannon fodder!

The road is long, I will never retreat, and I will treat death as home!

"You're not afraid of death?" Ghost Takehime's aura was a little disordered, and she saw unprecedented calm in the young man's eyes.

That kind of indifference and calm that is beyond the world, like an old monk who is surrounded by demons but still sits on the ground and taps on the wooden fish—indifferently outside the heavens and the earth, floating in the void.

She would have a moment when she couldn't see through the teenager in front of her.

"I'm afraid, but from this moment on, I will be fearless!" Xin Wu responded indifferently.

He felt that he was as light as paper, that he could withstand the blows of a mountain, and that he was as weak as a river, and that a sword could not hurt him in the slightest.

"Dead ...... Death Return?" Ghost Martial Ji muttered to herself, her tone trembling slightly: "You have comprehended the return of death in spiritual cultivation?" Fighting is not only the struggle of the source force, but also the comprehensive competition of experience and even soul, so the spiritual practice is equally important.

The mental state of battle is divided into six levels: Death, Desperate, Lingkong, Zhiwei, Tiantong, and Lingcang.

Cultivation is a journey on the tip of a knife, you can't see death as home, how can you change your life against the sky?

Ghost Wu Ji nodded, withdrew the ink-colored short sword in his hand, and said indifferently: "I lost this bet with Yasuo, you are very talented, you can help me." ”

Bets, Yasuo?!

Xin Wu's eyebrows were tightly locked, but his vigilance did not slacken.

His calm heart made waves again, could the Yasuo in the mouth of Ghost Takehime be him?

The man who is both a brother and a father to him.

Ghost Takehime flicked her ring and pulled out a slender lightsaber glowing with a faint golden light and as thin as a cicada's wings from her bosom.

The body of the sword seemed to be composed of light, like a piece of flowing water intercepted from the nine heavens, and the stars passed from the hilt to the tip of the sword, swinging in circles of brilliant light.

The hilt of the sword is rounded, and it is a conspicuous black flower of thorns.

The petals are like needles, scattered and open, quality is more important than iron, cold and lonely, symbolizing unforgiveness and debauchery.

In bright daylight, the discerning will focus only on the hilt and ignore the deadly blade of light.

Xin Wu held the lightsaber thrown by Ghost Wu Ji, looked at the dark word "Yasuo" on the hilt, and couldn't speak for a long time.

The sword is in the hand, but the light one is not in the hand.

With a slight wave, the brilliance flowed, and the domineering sword qi that rode the wind and waves split through the hazy rain curtain.

A sword, slashing out the clarity in front of you, a sword, cutting off the hazy heart.

You can't go wrong, this is Yasuo's sword.

Heroic weapon, lightsaber "Empty Cicada"!

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