Chapter 108: The Communion of Human Grief

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Xia He didn't have any torturous twisted psychology, and he didn't have any extra hatred for the master of the Hua family, just stayed at his anger that he wanted to kill himself and his sister. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So he won't have too much torture and fall with knives in his hands.

It's a neat word to describe the action, but it couldn't be better here.

Xia He really just raised his hand, drove the knife, and waved his sleeves, taking away not only the clouds in the sky, but also the life of the owner of the Hua family.

The place where the knife fell was on the neck, where there was the least skin and less flesh, so that the knife could be swung the fastest, the fastest killing, and the least pain, but all the sweet blood poured up at once, and then spilled out.

Visually, it looked more like a sudden rain, but the rain only fell two or three feet in front of the owner of the Hua family.

There are gods in the head.

The owner of the Hua family didn't know if there were any gods three feet above his head, he only knew that there was a little ghost, and the blood that splattered out passed through Xia He's body, under the black brilliance, a seat of black, Xia He also had a bit of a demon god's taste.

It's just that no demon god endures discomfort when he kills.

Xia He's discomfort was really uncomfortable, because this was the first time he had killed someone, and he was still killing a big person.

The summer wind has never been cold, it is a little cold, the clothes on Xia He's body are hunting, the corners of Xia He's eyes are a little painful, and he wants to cry in pain, and the corners of Xia He's mouth are a little white, white like the last complexion of the owner of the flower family before he died.

But those winds didn't blow on Xia He, because those winds couldn't touch him at all, and his black-clothed hunting was only the fluctuation of the true yuan brought about by the excitement in his heart, in fact, those winds just completely swept over him, and didn't bring anything at all.

But the flowers that the wind really blows and shakes their heads, and the safflowers under the high platform have not withered, they don't seem to wither or wither, and they don't even have tiredness, those flowers have been blooming, and under the action of the wind, the flowers are dancing, like a sea of fire ignited by countless flames, always so enthusiastic, always so active.

Even if that enthusiasm was born after the fall of the pillars of an old family, even if that enthusiasm was born after more than 50 lives, even if the place where the flames burned was the same red sea a hundred years ago, but the sea was red with blood.

Flowers don't understand people's emotions, so they won't understand those joys and sorrows.

The owner of the flower family may have seen this, so he was unwilling to instill all his enthusiasm into such a creature that did not know the warmth and coldness of the world, and the idea of the owner of the flower family may be correct in this regard.

The joys and sorrows of all things in the world are different and incompatible.

But how can such a flower owner who pursues fame and fortune be a person who truly understands human emotions.

He wasn't in the first place, and of course he wasn't the one who used his son's life as a bargaining chip, that was his last unrealized thought.

In this way, the owner of the flower family is more like a flower that grows desperately, a big red flower, in order to survive, the flower needs to snatch more rain, sunshine and warmth from other flowers, and the owner of the flower family is also like this, but what he is fighting for is fame, money, and high-ranking officials.

But it was still a snatch after all, and in the end, he also lost his life for what he longed for.

The saffrons under the high platform seemed to be much luckier than him in this regard, at least they could live like a flame that would never be extinguished.

And the man who looked like a flower was silent.

The flowers are a little red, a little red in the group of thousands of flowers, and it is also a little red on the dark red platform.

The owner of the flower family, just like his name, has given this already turbulent world a little red.

Red is the color of blood, and then there is a world of blood.

A little red is just a little red, and there are thousands of reds in the world behind.

But that's in the future, and people don't know it yet.

They are still busy with their own things, such as the master of the Hua family is still busy closing his eyes that will never close, such as Xia He is still busy calming down his mood after the killing, and for example, the young master of the Hua family is still busy quietly missing his father.

The owner of the Hua family is a first-class conspirator and a second-rate politician, that is, a third-rate father.

The young master of the Hua family also has a complex sense of his father, not only the family affection that blood is thicker than water, but also the resentment that he has no love for Yu Hua, and the dissatisfaction with his addiction to power, and many, many more, of course, he still remembers that his father sought a ray of life for himself before he died.

Those various moods merge together, showing some reason a distance, but that distance seems a little indifferent in such a scene.

The young master of the Hua family was lying there, staring at Xia He's back, but for his father, he only glanced at it with mixed emotions and then looked away.

He couldn't bear to face that father.

Xia He looked at the dead master of the Hua family carefully for a long time, although he was very uncomfortable, he still looked at it for a long time, this was the first time he had killed someone. Although this kind of first time is not something to celebrate, it at least represents that Xia He can better protect his sister and his friends in the future.

It seemed that he felt the gaze of the young master of the Hua family, Xia He realized that the matter was not over yet, he turned his head and showed a smile, as well as white dazzling teeth.

"Let's go. This is what Xia He promised the owner of the Hua family, although the owner of the Hua family just wants to use such an excuse to make his image better, and maybe he can save a little life.

That was the last trick of the owner of the flower family, this is the fluctuation and luck in the heart of the owner of the flower family before he died.

But in the end, Xia He still decided to let go of the young master of the Hua family, and he had no intention of telling the young master of the Hua family the truth, because he had other plans.

The young master of the Hua family looked at him deeply and did not speak, before Xia He rarely responded to the words of the young master of the Hua family, and now the young master of the Hua family no longer responded to Xia He's words, but he still took that sentence seriously, because that sentence was originally true.

The young master of the Hua family withdrew his gaze, and finally returned to the richest Yin red on the high platform, his gaze became soft, as soft as he always looked at the flowers, and then slowly struggled to stand up, limping away, and walked towards the Yin Hong.

Click, two footsteps sounded on the high platform at the same time.

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Although it's not zero o'clock, it's a little late, but I still wish everyone a happy New Year!