Chapter 147: Small Killing

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How do flowers kill?

Yin Huai didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he only knew that he couldn't die, he only knew that he couldn't fall on those calla orchids, so he tried his best not to let those orchids fall on him.

However, it is as difficult as keeping the rain from falling on you.

However, whether it was because the knife was too sharp, or because Yin Huai was too skilled in wielding the knife, there was really not a single orchid petal like a raindrop falling on his body, since it didn't fall on him, naturally no petal fell on Lao Ma, let alone a petal fell on Xiao Lian's body.

It's just that those flowers and rain fell in Xiao Lian's eyes.

She saw the rain of flowers.

Familiar but unfamiliar colors, familiar and unfamiliar flowers, and the familiar and unfamiliar person outside the flower rain.

He stood with a smile on his face.

Little Mercy saw him, and he saw Little Mercy too.

The expression that seemed to be smiling and not smiling seemed to have changed somewhat.

Xiao Lian finally saw him again, but she still didn't look at him, she only saw those flowers, the rain of flowers.

Light blue, leisurely, fluttering calla orchids.

She is very familiar with those flower rains, so familiar that she doesn't want to be familiar with them anymore, and she is even more familiar with the figure behind the two figures, just as familiar as she is familiar with those flower rains, and the previous flower rain was originally watched by him with her.

There is sadness in Xiao Lian's eyes looking at those petals, but sadness, nothing else, such as disappointment, such as nostalgia, such as other looks that are more suitable for lovers to reunite and separate.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

The so-called things, the so-called people, the so-called everything, there is no such thing, the so-called love, it is just because of a flower.

Where do those tears come from? Tears are shed, just because of the lingering feelings in their hearts, they are already ruthless, where are they pitiful?

Little pity is not pity, just a little sad.

Because the person after the rain is more because of the person who fell in love with that person's former self.

Xiao Lian bit the word "before" in his heart.

Poor her, she didn't know that biting was not an important thing either before or now, just because biting was originally a thing to keep the past.

Only when you are completely relieved, no longer biting, and no longer nostalgic will you really forget.

Fortunately, now she doesn't have to think about the things that made her toss and turn at night later, what she really needs to care about now is the two figures in front of her.

The figure of a man and a horse.

There are also those flowers that look beautiful, but are actually murderous.

Petal rain, rain neutral a jade person.

The petals fell on the knife, or the blade met the petals that fell, Yin Huai knew that his knife was constantly cutting those falling petals, but he still raised the knife.

The knife landed on the petals, leaving white marks on the petals, which were then tossed high.

One, two, many, falling.

One, two, many petals, were thrown high.

Yin Huai raised the knife many times, but the blade was aimed at those petals, and the high lifting turned into a heavy lift.

Yin Huai only has one hand and only one knife, but those flowers are innumerable.

Even so, not a single petal fell to the ground.

The flowers were still in the air, and the petals in the air left a white mark.

Yin Huai swung his knife and cut not just one flower, but many flowers, and the blade carried the wind and fell on the other petals.

The wind blew away the petal rain.

The white marks on the petals became more and more numerous, and finally the white marks became a road, one that looked like the one that appeared on the red flowers before.

Yin Huai's knife still fell in the end, and those petals didn't fall until the end.

There were no petals in the air, and the light blue clouds were cut by the knife that had cut through many red flowers.

The cloud eventually dispersed.

Yin Huai finally carried the knife, drooping his shoulders, very tired, tired and couldn't lift his arms, not that he didn't want to cut more, but the knife in his hand was a little heavier after staining those petals, and the paralyzing fragrance of flowers in the air seemed to be a little stronger.

The fragrance of flowers makes people tired, he can no longer use the knife, and if he doesn't use the knife, he can't kill people, although he can't kill but can see it.

Yin Huai stared at the figure after the rain of petals, unable to say anything, because his lips were dry and he couldn't see blood, because his eyes were no longer bright and bloodshot, because the knife in his hand was trembling slightly, because his hand could barely hold the knife.

After all, the knife still didn't kill a person in Yin Huai's hands.

The figure not far away still looked like a smile, and when he saw the knife that had taken his father's life, he still didn't show anything.

He was not the young man who loved flowers before, he was just a group of souls, mixed with the soul of part of the soul of the young master of the Hua family.

It's just that the mixed soul seems to have some impression of Xiao Lian, at least when Xiao Lian appeared from behind Yin Huai, the inhuman expression on the face of the young master of the Hua family that seemed to be smiling and not smiling finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

The stiff expression on Yin Huai's face also fluctuated slightly, and that fluctuation was doubt.

There are also surprises.

Xiao Ren has never held a knife, let alone killed anyone.

She hadn't even thought about killing someone, but now she was thinking, what was she thinking, thinking about how to kill the person behind the petals all over the ground.

So now she took the knife from Yin Huai's hand, and she wanted to kill someone, even if that person was only left with an unconscious soul, but the appearance of the soul once belonged to a person after all, at least someone she knew or even loved before her death.

Xiao Lian carried the knife and walked very slowly, because the knife in her hand was too heavy for a wounded little girl, because Xiao Lian's face was too pale.

After all, killing people is really a difficult thing for a little girl.

The old horse wanted to say something, but he didn't understand human language, so he could only snort fiercely, Xiao Lian couldn't understand the meaning contained in the snort, and even if he did, he pretended not to understand anything at this moment.

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"You say, is she sending her to death?"

The poor scholar laughed sarcastically, the perfect plan failed because of the appearance of a man and a horse, but because of the ignorant little girl's momentary innocence, there was a dawn.

Xia He was also looking at Xiao Lian, knowing what she wanted to do, but he couldn't understand why she did it, but just like before, he rarely contradicted his sister, he only silently protected her.

The gray flame that was already shining in his eyes spoke his mind.

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Good luck to you. Why did Xiao Ren kill people? Naturally, it was to survive. This is similar to Yin Huai, Lao Ma, and Xia He.