Chapter 154: The Road to Heaven

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Pulling the scales of the fish, the figure of the end of the rope was finally revealed, and the figure was revealed together with the fish. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, the one-eyed anchovy is gone, and the beautiful saffron-like scales that were as beautiful as before, only a few pitiful scales hang on the fish, which makes it look even more pitiful.

Of course, it is not only pitiful, but even pitiful to the point of desolation.

The one-eyed fish is still struggling, because it can only survive if it struggles.

So will Xia He let it live? The one-eyed fish didn't dare to ask, and there was no need to ask more.

The big hands behind Xia He also turned into endless wind, and the big fish condensed also turned into endless flowers.

The wind was still the same wind, messily gathered together, swaying the willows that were not there.

The flowers are still the same flowers, beautifully scattered on the ground, intoxicating the people who don't have them.

It's just that the owner of the wind and the owner of the flower are different.

The owner of the wind holds a rope in his hand and holds the owner of the flower.

No matter how beautiful the messy wind twists into the air, no matter how beautiful the flowers are blooming or bewitching or glamorous, they are not as attractive as the scenery at the boundary between flowers and wind.

There is nothing nice to see there, just an interesting one.

It was a sight of a man holding a fish.

An absurd landscape, I don't know what to do with the hemp rope tied to the fish's body, and the end of the rope is a young man dressed in gray who leads the fish like a dog.

Such an absurd scene, but no one laughed, even Xia He, who liked to laugh the most, did not laugh, and even the naughty little pity did not sneer.

The air was faint and cold.

The one-eyed anchovy is the one who can best feel the cold in the air.

It's not because there are no fish scales on its body that can protect it, it's just because the cold in the air is against it, because it is the cold brought by death, so it is particularly refreshing.

The fish desperately tried to break free from the cold, but only rubbed off a few more scales from his body, and his cry was no longer a roar, but a little pitiful.

Xia He may not be able to bear to see such pain after all, so he decided to end its pain, the best way to end a person's pain is to make him not feel pain, death is the most thorough of those ways to make people not feel pain.

This is true not only for people, but also for other creatures who know how to suffer.

So Xia He raised the knife, the knife has always been very sharp, but it has never been able to cut through the body of the one-eyed fish, because it always has those good-looking fish scales on its body, and now those fish scales are gone, so the knife can easily cut through the one-eyed fish.

The wind behind Xia He suddenly passed away, blowing towards those red flowers, blowing the red flowers all over the ground to pieces, blowing into a landscape, and the sound of the wind was always accompanied by some thunder.

Vaguely, the wind summoned by Xia He was also mixed with some thunder, or that kind of thunder was more like the sound of drums and war drums.

The drums of war sounded again, but the war song was no longer heard.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the bang are very noisy, but they are also very exciting.

There are still people laughing in the passionate and noisy wind and thunder, and the calm soft laughter is particularly harsh in the wind and thunder.

The one-eyed fish thinks so, because the laughter comes from the person who wants it to die, so it is harsh.

There is not only a sound of a bang in the wind, but also a knife that does not speak and does not happen.

The wind carried the knife, accompanied by the sound of the cracking, and hid the laughter, tearing open the red.

There is an extra path in the middle of the endless red flower.

It is said to be a road because it is not crooked, it is not winding.

It is the path that twists and turns, and the river that winds its way.

Xia He cut out a big road, not a river, so at that time it was a straight road, a road with a razor.

There is an end in sight to the road.

It was blue at the end.

The road was not long, only half a grassland long, so at the end of the road was the world outside the grassland, the blue sky that was covered.

The knife tore through the red mist that could steal the sky.

What a great and bright feat then!

The clouds disappeared and the wind sounded.

The corners of Xiao Lian's clothes were finally blown by the wind again, and Yin Huai's sideburns finally felt cool again.

The real wind at that time, the wind from nature, from the moment the road was opened, this small breeze rushed into this place that had been closed for so long.

Straight people are full of comfort, and anyone who sees such a lovely blue will be full of comfort.

The red mist finally dissipated, and the safflower was completely lost, and as for the fish, it was scattered by the wind, and there was not even the body of the fish left.

Death, as expected, is nothing.

Did Xia He also think of what the strange woman said?

Nothing could be seen from his face, because he was laughing, just like he had done before, as if nothing had happened.

It seems that he is still the prodigal son who took his sister from the wasteland to Da Yin to play.

There is still that confidence in his smile, and he is always so confident.

He smiled and fell from mid-air, behind him was the red mist that was about to completely collapse, and a gentle beam of sunlight shone on his body, glowing slightly, and his body was a little shiny.

The previous sea of red flowers and the endless wind may be just an illusion at the level of consciousness, because Xia He is not far from Xiao Lian and Yin Huai, and it is as wide as a plaster water.

I don't know when, the saffron petals under their feet have disappeared, and the grassland has returned to its previous appearance, but the flowers on the grassland, the grass, and the only family on the grassland are gone.

The small river called gypsum water is still there, passing through the middle of Xia He and Xiao Lian and Yin Huai.

Separate them.

Separate them with a river.

Xia He stood on the other side, looking at them and smiling.

He only had to lift his feet to walk over, just as he had done when he first saw Yin Huai, crossing the Sheephorn River, which was as wide as gypsum water.

But he didn't lift his legs, nor did he turn into a gust of wind in front of the two of them.

Because he knew he was leaving.

So he just laughed and said something with a smile.

The gray on his body is getting lighter and lighter, and the sun on him is getting brighter and brighter.

In the same way, the knife that fell at his feet became fainter and lighter, like an ordinary knife.

Xia He is leaving.

Before leaving, he wanted to say something, to the boys and girls on the other side of the river.

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Good luck to you, well, this is today, and it doesn't seem smooth to write this chapter, so it's slow to write.