"Shemale? Is it a person who has been robbed of his body by a half-demon? What kind of half-demon can exude such a powerful power? ”

"Just go in and see! It doesn't matter if he's a half-demon or a shemale! We're so much older, and there are more colleagues coming, and we're afraid of a ball! This is our human territory! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Get in! ”

……

The first batch of cultivators who rushed here immediately poured into the palace, and the cultivators of the eight gangs and ten factions all stopped and looked at each other, and suddenly a leading eight-rank powerhouse gritted his teeth and said, "Go!" Get in! Now that I'm afraid that all the cultivators who have left the capital will come, we must not lose face! ”

However, when they had only taken a few steps forward, there was a sudden red light in front of them, and suddenly a sea of fire swept over them, and the screams only came out for a moment, and then stopped abruptly.

After the firelight, the red stars were dotted, and the last few cultivators who were the first to enter the palace were all stunned.

In front of them, a huge blood-colored fire knife fell to the ground, and the knife grasped in the hand of Hua Changkai in the red light, but the head of the knife was as big as the gate of the imperial palace.

Where the blade fell, it was full of ashes.

The men and horses of the eight gangs and ten factions were all dumbfounded, and then they all turned around and fled out without looking back, like rats crossing the street.

The few surviving cultivators also turned around abruptly, their legs trembling and walking outward, their faces and bodies covered with burns, but they didn't seem to feel it at all.

"This knife has my level." Seeing that Hua Chang Kai slashed, Long Ba Tiantian slaughtered all the more than twenty cultivators of different grades who poured in, and commented with a short spear in his arms.

Suddenly, he frowned, and turned his head to look at a house not far away.

That house is where Xiaomei is, and no one has come since Hua Changkai left here, but at this time there is one more person in the room.

This person is none other than a human being, a ghost slave who disappeared before.

The ghost slave stood in front of Xiaomei's bed, and his faceless face was facing Xiaomei, as if he was looking at her.

Xiaomei looked at the ghost slave, and her eyes fell on his mouth, which had been cut open by his own fingernails and used as a mouth.

Mei moved her lips, but she didn't make a sound, because she was so weak that it was difficult to even make a sound.

The ghost slave suddenly raised his hand, clenched his palm into a fist, and then slammed it down on Xiaomei who was lying on the bed.

There was a muffled sound of "boom", and a wave of vitality spread out around the center of the ghost slave's fist, and Xiaomei's body was smashed under the bed.

After a punch, the ghost slave withdrew his hand, then bent down, pulled Xiaomei's body out of the broken bed board, then held it in his hand, and jumped directly at a wall, shattering the wooden wall, and projecting outward.

Xiaomei's mouth was full of blood, her white and flawless arms hung weakly, and her eyes were slightly open, as if her life had completely disappeared.

Her magical eyes, which are powerful enough to captivate all men in the world, constantly reflect the scenery around her.

Under the flying and jumping of the ghost slave, the scenery is constantly changing, but two things remain the same.

It is the same as the full moon in the sky, because it hangs high in the air and is in the distance, so it can be seen no matter where it is.

That full moon will reappear because of the sword tyrant, the sword tyrant...

On the other hand, it is the red light that illuminates almost half of the capital at this moment, and under that red light, flowers are always blooming.

After the ghost slave jumped up a tall building again, he stopped, at this time he was already three miles away from the palace, but the red light was still dazzling, and Xiaomei was gently lowered on the sloping roof, so that she could see the red light in the distance, and the ghost slave stood up straight again.

The red light in the distance suddenly exploded again, and a red flame rose up like a mushroom cloud, like a huge firework, and the ghost slave's organless face and Xiaomei's miserable face were printed with red light.

Xiaomei suddenly remembered that she was still a village girl that year, and the lame Taoist boy in the dilapidated Taoist temple in the mountains next to the village once patted her chest and vowed to take herself to the big city to see a flower that could shine beautifully at night.

He also said that the flower was called fireworks.

Whether the people are not living well, whether it is plague disasters, all kinds of life sufferings accompany the whole life, love and hatred, fate and evil, jealousy and resentment, people become flowers...

The back sword boy of the year is now far away in the world, the lame Taoist boy of the year is now separated forever, and the proud swordsman who met in the middle of his life also gave his life for a full moon.

Many lives, many deaths, those bitterness, and those sweetness, in the end are nothing more than a joke of years and time.

Xiaomei suddenly tilted her head slightly, her eyes fell on the ghost slave standing beside her, and she asked in a low voice while blood gushing out of her mouth, "Are you really dead?" ”

On the snow-covered roof, the ghost slave didn't say a word, and his body was straight.

Xiaomei's face became more and more pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood again before retracting her gaze: "Then why do you remember to take me... Watching fireworks? ”

After finishing speaking, Xiaomei stopped making a sound, and then the blood in her mouth still stopped, gradually falling from her mouth, turning into a blood line, flowing into the snow under her body.

The ghost slave's punch shattered the dantian in her chest, and it had already cut off all her hopes of returning to the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

There is no way back for heroes, because the way out for heroes is bears.

Therefore, when the great grandmaster is no longer the great grandmaster, he is not as good as a mortal, and he is not as good as a mortal in his state of mind, and he is used to looking down on all sentient beings, how can he be willing to fall into the dust?

Xiaomei closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she smiled as she lay on the snow on a very ordinary roof in Lidu under the red light in the distance.

The moon was still full in the sky, and the red light was thick in the distance, but she didn't want to look at the world anymore.

"Very... Beauty..."

The ghost slave suddenly spoke, and the voice was as always, as if a hard object was rubbing, and it was so bad that it made people's hearts tremble.

Xiaomei suddenly reopened her eyes, and the two dantians on the top of her head and abdomen, which had gradually dissipated, began to gather again.

Her eyes reprinted the full moon and red light, and her bloodless lips opened slightly: "Me, or fireworks?" ”

"Both... Very... Beauty...", the ghost slave said.

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Xiaomei's eyes.

……

Ye Zhiqiu tried his best, and after running through a street, he lost the trace of the immortal holy monk who looked like a monk.

At this time, the immortal holy monk had already come to the courtyard where Xiaomei was originally located, he was standing in the courtyard, and the red light behind him was sheng, but he didn't look at it, but looked at the room.

His eyes shone brightly, as if he could see everything in the world, but after a while, he shook his head, folded his hands, and recited: "Anitabha, since your cultivation has been destroyed, you can do it yourself..."

The Immortal Monk turned around, looked at the red light, and strode forward.