Chapter 115: It's a pity that there are ifs

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It's just a pity that the flower was cut off and it was a matter of the future, at least it was Xia He's efforts to hit that flower many times with the true yuan, at least it was the result of Yin Huai cutting it many times with that knife. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That was the result, and there was the process, Xia He's first impact and Yin Huai's first swing of the knife was the beginning.

Yin Huai was still struggling, Xia He was still struggling, dangdang, the iron knife slashed on the red flower, but there was a sound of Jin Ge intersecting, as if there was an extra blacksmith on the high platform who was obsessed with wrought iron.

But I don't know if it's because it's stained with the blood of a great cultivator, the knife that seems to be just forged from mortal iron has the toughness and hardness that doesn't belong to it, Yin Huai is like a stone that can't speak, a stone that is tough and silent enough, but fortunately, this stone still holds a knife that is also as hard as a stone.

Two ordinary stones stacked on top of each other may just be a staircase built up for one to tread on.

Two seemingly ordinary stones are put together, with their own persistence, with their own so-called wishes, and then condensed into a stubborn and firm persistence. This perseverance is one of the greatest forces in the world in itself.

Even the persistence of being forced to die is a kind of persistence, and often this insistence simply to survive is even more moving.

I don't know if anyone was moved by Yin Huai's persistence, maybe Xiao Pian next to him changed his expression for Yin Huai's persistence, maybe Xia He noticed that the pressure was reduced somewhere and was happy for Yin Huai, that was also moved.

Yin Huai didn't pay attention, just looked at the flower in front of him and stared at the knife in his hand.

The hand rises and falls, and the hand rises and falls many times.

Finally, the red flower that seemed to only smile also moved him, and then there was a rare joy at the corner of Yin Huai's mouth.

The flower moved, and the flower shed tears for Yin Huai, and the tears were a line of white marks, shallow in the center of a petal.

So the white mark has become the most special place of this flower and even the whole sea of flowers, the white mark is almost invisible, but it is very straight, like a section of wood across the snow peak, almost completely hidden between the snow peaks, but the piece of wood has been there all the time, that is an attitude.

That white streak is the same attitude: I am there, always there, even if the wind, frost, snow and rain drown me, I am still there, not disappearing because of your unwillingness, not silent because of your compassion.

That white streak is not just an attitude, but a reality, a reality where almost impossible fantasies are born there.

That scar is not a consolation deliberately left by Honghua's compassion, so it seems so precious, it represents the path cut out by an ordinary person who does not know how to practice with an ordinary knife, and there happens to be a person, or a ghost, at the end of the road.

That's a ghost genius.

Genius certainly has the basic qualities to seize opportunities.

That white streak is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A chance to cut it out with a knife.

Countless black mist suddenly rose on Xia He's body, although the black mist was black, it did not have any gloomy and cold temperament, but it was out of place and added a passion like sunshine.

The enthusiasm condensed by the black mist is the sunshine that belongs to Xia He's personal personality, and it is intertwined with the enthusiasm of those red flowers like flames, but it does not blend, but it collides violently and does not give in to each other, and it is faintly accompanied by hostility.

The hostility made the two different passions constantly intertwine and collide, and the originally neat circle of ripples was also lost, like countless raindrops dripping into the lotus pond, circling countless ripples and waves.

The ripples dispersed, and the net woven by the sea of fish and flowers was loosened, but Xia He smiled.

The brilliance on some of the gray faces was still the same confidence as before, but there seemed to be something more in that confidence.

Those things are good things, and Xia He's afterglow also fell on a red flower next to him.

There was a man standing next to the red flower, and there was a white mark on the red flower.

The white mark cannot be a white mark forever, and the horizontal log on the snow peak will one day show the snow surface, and it will be dotted with its own color from the ten thousand snow peaks, and the white mark will also be plated with its own color.

White plated with black.

Red mixed with a little white is inconspicuous, even if it is plated black, but that black is still an inconspicuous black, and it will even be regarded as a fold in a petal, the edge of a petal.

But a black white mark turned into a scar carved into the petals, which was very conspicuous, even dazzling.

But Yin Huai and Xia He, who saw the dazzling scar, did not mean to be sad.

The scars became more and more glaring, and they carved a fierce cut on the flowers.

It was carved by that ordinary knife, by that ordinary person who did not practice, and by that real genius.

The black eroded the saffron, and the scars cracked into countless paths, stretching out from a straight line and meandering innumerable, like a river out of countless small streams.

The river was all over the flower, intertwined, and the red flower became a pitiful thing that shattered at the touch of a button, and even more pitiful was that at this time, a gust of wind blew from the north.

The wind is mixed with the fishy sweetness of the wild grasses of the northern grasslands, as well as the fishy smell of the northern Jinge.

There is always a lot of war in the north.

It's always normal to have a more fishy stench of golden iron horses, but it's not normal to be able to blow into this blocked grassland from the north.

The abnormal cause blew through that flower with a normal wind. The flower that was almost crumbling really broke apart.

Suddenly there was a little more in the boundless red sea, a little black. From a distance, it looks like the waves in the endless sea, revealing a little boat.

The so-called ship is not a ship, but a vacancy.

But it's a general appearance, and it's also a general meaning.

can save people.

Chopping flowers is to save people, and it is also to build a 'boat' out of flowers.

Now that the ship has appeared, it can also save people from the sea of flowers.

But the change of that vacancy did not stop, because Xia He did not stop, and the black mist that kept gushing out continued to impact the only vacancy, and the vacancy was not filled, but it was even more hollow, and there was a faint tendency to spread to the side.

Or maybe it's just that those black fogs have a tendency to spread.

But in the end, the situation is very good.

If you don't see Xia He no longer have the lower half of his body, if you don't see the one-eyed fish that has scurried into the sea of flowers, of course, the situation is very good.

It's a pity that there are so many ifs.

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