Chapter 146: The Rain That Day

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"You see, she's going to die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The voice of the poor scholar was as cold as a piece of ice, the ice that slipped from the top of the mountain.

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Xia He didn't say anything, but the gray flame in his eyes flickered and almost went out, and there seemed to be such a piece of ice in his heart that couldn't be dissolved.

Then, the seemingly indissolvable piece of ice turned into spring water again, full of spring water, and the flames danced in the spring water, raging, teeth and claws.

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It was a flower, a flower that was enough to kill a cultivator, as long as that flower was quietly imprinted on the back of a certain cultivator, as long as that flower faintly withered. The life of the practitioner who reflects the flower will also wither.

It is also the shadow of death that no practitioner can escape.

What's more, it's Xiao Lian, a woman who doesn't know how to practice and has a weak body.

What's more, Xiao Ren didn't know about the existence of that flower.

But that is a flower that can kill people, and things that kill people generally always have some different meanings, and people who have killed many people know that the unusual meaning is the so-called murderous spirit.

Luckily, people or horses who are often tried to kill also know what it means to kill.

The old horse asked, the smell of rust, hidden in the fragrance of flowers, ready to go.

The old horse had never run so fast, not when he was pulled by Xiao Pian's sporadic mane, not when he was driven by Xia He's smile, and farther away, outside the garden where plum blossoms bloomed all year round, when he was expelled by the owner of the garden, he didn't run so desperately.

The old horse had never been so badly injured.

The old horse thought that the red flower was similar to the one he had eaten before, except that it could fly, but there was a fire on it.

But the fire turned out to be so hot, like a ball of red-hot iron, the burning old horse almost screamed, fortunately, it thought that it could not lose face in front of Xiao Pian, and endured the scream with the cool breath that it found out of nowhere, but there was an extra sound in front of the figure of the Taoist and Xiao Pian.

However, the loud nose also pierced the sky like a scream.

The old horse has a lifelike red flower brand on his body, and the red flower is a lit flame.

It was a red flower that could kill a cultivator, but it didn't kill an old and thin horse.

The old horse was a little proud, but he was very tired, and he was slumped on the ground, and his belly was wet with dirt.

But soon the pride came to naught, because the old horse's old eyes that had not yet fainted could still see a flower, an identical red flower that burned on fire.

There was also the smiling figure behind the red flower, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be a little proud.

The old horse was limp on a straight road.

Xiao Lian was blocked by the old horse behind the red flower.

In front of the old horse was a connected red sea that had not yet had time to cut out or eat a path.

There was also a thin figure.

At this moment, the thin figure standing in front of the old horse seemed to be a little taller.

Maybe it's because the knife in his hand that has cut so many red flowers and doesn't rust, or maybe it's just because he stood up that he looks tall.

I raised a knife, and it fell all over the sky.

Yin Huai had already seen the red flower, his eyes had always been very good, and when he saw the young man in white appearing, he was walking back, carrying the knife, and walking back quickly.

It wasn't until the old horse blocked the red flower with his body that his figure appeared behind Xiao Lian.

It wasn't until another flower appeared that he appeared in front of the old horse.

Yin Huai looked coldly at the people in the sea of flowers, he didn't look at the red flower that was getting closer and closer.

He didn't look at it because he didn't care, the knife in his hand had already cut many of those flowers, so he didn't care.

He hadn't killed anyone, but then he was going to try to kill someone, so he just looked at people, took a knife, and wanted to slash down.

Thinking so, he did.

Before doing so, he just raised his hand, and the knife was raised high and fell heavily.

Like he'd done countless times before.

The safflower has a white mark, and the white mark is like a road.

The road separates the scenery on both sides, and one landscape becomes two landscapes.

White marks split a flower in half.

Two landscapes that become one landscape are still landscapes.

A flower split in half is no longer a flower.

The dirt paved road had the remains of a few more petals.

It was just the result of the knife in Yin Huai's hand rubbing against the flower in front of him, and Yin Huai's knife finally cut that person.

When the knife is raised, it is not to cut flowers, but to kill.

But when the knife fell, the flower was broken, but the person was still standing there, looking at Yin Huai with a smile and looking at the knife in his hand.

The man looked at him as if he were looking at his lover.

It's like the same gaze he used to look at Xiao Pian.

He would only look at it like that.

It's like there's only such a white robe on him.

Yin Huai recognized him, and also recognized that his current appearance was just a ghost, or a little ghost.

Xiao Lian also turned around, but she didn't see the figure, there were two figures in front of her, she naturally couldn't see it, but she still wanted to see something.

Then she heard a noise.

Burst.

It is the sound of the fruit falling to the ground, the sound of the knife cutting the fruit.

It was also the sound of a knife cutting open the chest.

There was no blood on the diagonal knife, and there was nothing on the knife except the cold cold light.

There should be nothing on the knife in the first place, because the ghost doesn't bleed.

Ghosts don't cry out in pain.

Therefore, when the knife was slashed on the man's chest, the man didn't say a word, but still looked at Yin Huai with the eyes of his lover, as well as the knife in his hand.

Yin Huai saw a white mark again, this time on the man's chest.

But this time the white marks didn't separate anything.

Because the white mark only appeared for a moment, and in the next moment, the white mark disappeared and nothing happened.

Yin Huai couldn't kill him, because he was already dead.

But he could kill Yin Huai, as well as the girl and the old horse he wanted to protect, because those flowers could.

Then, there were countless more flowers in the air, and this time it was finally no longer a red flower, but an orchid, a calla orchid.

There was a rain in the sky, a rain of flowers, a rain of light blue flowers.

A few days ago, there was such a flower rain in a flower garden somewhere in the flower family, but that time it was for lovers, but this time it was for killing.

The calla petals are large and can be the size of a person's palm when they are unfolded, fluttering and beautiful.

Murder is also suitable.

On the contrary, it is a little more difficult to cut off those palm-sized petals.

But Yin Huai still raised the knife.

It's like facing those red flowers, falling heavily.

However, the knife that had cut countless red flowers was a little powerless against these orchids.

The same white mark left on a petal.

But the white mark was so shallow, so shallow that it was barely visible, and it did not turn the petal into two halves, as was the case with one flower, and the same was true for the others.

fluttering, no white marks, only petals.

Almost drowning Yin Huai, almost killing Yin Huai.

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Good luck to you.