"The stars in the sky, shining, twinkling and falling into the sea......" Iron hummed a children's song whose name did not know it, floating in the cinnabar alley. At his feet www.biquge.info hundreds of corpses, which were still growing.

Iron sang leisurely in Cinnabar Alley, and the blood winding on the ground had already soaked Xiao Fengchun's feet hiding on the side, and at the same time, his teeth were still bumping. He knew that at this time, the iron nature had entered a realm that could not be described in words--memory.

I remember the warmth in my mother's arms, the growth of my father, the pride in my brother's love, and the anger after all this was shattered.

That's why Iron Sex sings that nursery rhyme. He is reminiscing about his past, hating his present, confused but determined about his future.

Mei Ziqing's death and Green Sleeves' resoluteness were the last weights for his soul to release. He remembered the past - from the moment he was ambushed by these damned Japanese, Xiao Fengchun had to face such a terrifying situation.

Iron unconsciously kills everyone present in his memory, no matter who it is.

Even if it is Xiao Fengchun, as long as he is seen by Tie Xing at this time, he may be gently erased from the traces of life by Tie Xing when he raises his hand.

This kind of raising of the hand is an iron memory, a piece of painful memory. Where can this nightmare-like memory fragment be eliminated by manpower and the human body can resist it?

Can such bitter hatred be forgotten by a strange object? Is it okay to forget about a precious gift? If the evil one does not kneel down and repent and weep and blame his own faults, how can he erase such a terrible memory?

Xiao Fengchun didn't know how long he could support himself - when one ninja after another rushed up to die, it was a group of ninjas, but when these ninjas couldn't bear it anymore and retreated, Tie Xing finally began his brilliant killing.

He followed any enemy, and after sweeping it with that cold and lifeless gaze, he would gently raise his hand, no matter what kind of ninjutsu you used, he just used that finger to condense a finger wind, seemingly gentle but extremely fast and vicious, into your body that was still preparing ninjutsu.

Before you can understand why he left so suddenly, a stream of blood gushing from his heart will give you the answer.

There weren't any tricks, he just came over gently, then pointed out, and then gently left, regardless of your defense, not looking at your illusions, even if you heal yourself immediately, you can't stop the blood fountain on your heart.

The person who is targeted will not die immediately, he will cover his heart, look at the black butterfly-like figure in fear, or die in the process of chasing his afterimage, or watch him continue to kill and fall in fear until another corpse buries you, and scatters red flowers around him with his heart as if a tribute.

Xiao Fengchun neither dared to shout nor move. He knew that as soon as he shouted, the iron would float in, or as soon as he moved, he would see a white finger gently withdrawn from his heart. But he didn't want to continue to endure such painful persistence.

Finally, at the moment when he couldn't help it and made up his mind to rush out, he suddenly found that in the red in front of him, there was a young face, and a little white that lit up in a black patch.

"Nope! Master! Xiao Fengchun finally lost his mind and screamed. Just like the woman who screamed in fear in front of him before.

But like the women, he couldn't stop Iron from what he was going to do next, so he could only watch as the finger got closer and closer, even if he tried to dodge the blow with all his might.

"Amitabha!" This must be the voice of God! Before Xiao Fengchun went limp, his heart was full of gratitude for the sound that stopped the iron fingers.

When Tie Xing turned around, he saw a gray-clothed monk, the same monk who saved his life in the cave.

"The hatred in the world is like a dream, donor, how can there be an end to the sea of suffering? Turning back is the shore. The monk bowed his head and folded his head.

Tie Xing smiled slightly in his memory, let go of Xiao Fengchun, and in a flash, he had already come to the front of the monk, and his white fingers poked it gently.

"Amitabha." The monk seemed to be completely unaware of his danger, and recited the Buddha's horn in his mouth, but he did not dodge.

Eventually, the iron finger stayed in front of the monk's heart.

"The great monk is kind-hearted." Tie Xing smiled slightly, and finally pulled himself out of the chaotic memories by relying on the Buddha's words.

"The donor praises." The monks return the salute.

"Thank you, Great Monk." Iron is back to himself.

"If the donor has kindness in his heart, he will naturally come back. The poor monk took his leave. The monk was not grateful to this ironclad and turned away. Iron didn't stop him, and sent him away with a smile.

"Less... It was only at this time that Xiao Fengchun recovered from his paralysis.

"Let's go." Tie Xing looked at Xiao Fengchun lying in the river of blood and smiled.

"Go...... What to do? Xiao Fengchun struggled to get up and asked cautiously.

The next words of "murderous ....." made Xiao Fengchun almost roll back into the blood stains all over the ground.

In mid-air, Iron flew up, and the clean black robe on his body spread his sleeves, and he was like a butterfly with black wings, throwing himself into the fading darkness.

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