Chapter 148: Desperate Young Man

......

The knife is very sharp, and the knife in the town of sheep's horn is very different, although it is still the knife that is often carried in Yin Huai's arms, but the cold light that lingers between the knives is more dazzling, and the knives are accompanied by a little floral fragrance and a little blood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This knife has not only cut flowers, but also killed people.

So with the fragrance of flowers, so it was stained with blood.

Using a knife stained with the scent of flowers is a pleasant thing, and no matter what you do with the fragrance of flowers, it makes people feel refreshed, except for killing.

Killing is never a pleasant thing, and it doesn't make people feel comfortable, even if a murderous butcher doesn't feel used to killing the first person with a knife in his hand.

However, no matter how reluctant Xiao Ren was, she still lifted the knife, but she still wanted to kill.

Because, only she can kill people here, because she can see the phantom of another flower blooming around that person.

Waiting for the flowers to bloom is the time to die in the Yellow Spring.

So in order not to be killed, Xiao Ren had to kill people.

How did Xiao Lian, who had never seen blood, learn to kill, and how could she have the courage to kill.

Killing is not catching chickens, killing is not a thrilling game, it is not a nightmare moment that can be spent with your eyes closed and opened.

Killing people is not beautiful at all, the moment the knife is stabbed in the chest, you have already killed someone, but before you can lift the knife, you have to kill another person, that person is yourself, and you can only kill someone else by killing yourself.

The old horse didn't want to pity himself and kill himself, he didn't want the innocent and romantic girl to die, it had the heart to stop it, but it could only slump on the ground, doing nothing, not doing anything.

As for Yin Huai, he just looked at it, there was unbearability in his eyes, but there were some more complicated things, he seemed to be unwilling, and he seemed to agree.

So, Little Mercy took the knife from his hand.

The little pity staggered, but firm, the weakness in his eyes slowly turned into firmness, until the firmness slowly turned into a piece of ice, a piece of cold ice that had been born for a hundred years, and the ice was about to kill the last innocence in the little girl's eyes, and it was about to freeze the last bit of innocence of the little girl.

The figure stood there, the phantom of the flower beside him was still there, but it was no longer condensed, but just floated there, as if to greet the little girl, and the knife in her hand.

He was waiting, waiting for the knife to stab into his chest, waiting for a red flower to appear on Xiao Lian's body, and red blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.

The murderer must be prepared to be killed.

This is the sigh that a person who has killed someone will always have when he finally dies at the hands of someone else.

Of course, it was not a good sigh, and the sigh before dying was too bleak.

Xia He didn't want Xiao Lian to sigh like that, and he didn't want Xiao Lian to be killed.

is even more reluctant to be killed by herself.

So he didn't agree with Xiao Ren to kill people.

But now in this situation, only he protects Xiao Lian, protects her from being killed, and does not kill others, only he kills.

However, there was already a poor scholar in front of him, and the poor scholar would stop him no matter what, so he had to fight hard.

Xia He didn't know how to work hard before he didn't know how to practice, but later he learned to practice, and he learned to work hard.

Desperately, desperately, in the end, it still fell on the word fate.

What is the fight, is life, what is life, life is all.

Your blood, your heart, your sword, your true element, your all, those are all life, and those are all things that can be fought for.

Fight to the end, it's just the word "life".

Xia He has a lot of hard work, so he understands the truth of hard work, and he has to make a desperate bet.

Don't think about survival, all you want is death.

Xia He was about to die, and such a desperate effort only allowed him to live a little less.

The gray light in Xia He's eyes condensed into substance, and a raging flame really ignited in the illusion, burning Xia He's colorless body, and then coated with a layer of gray color.

This is his last life, and he is going to fight it.

"It turns out that you are a madman who is not afraid of death. The poor scholar looked at Xia He, with more pity in his eyes, what was he pity?

"I'm a fool, if not a madman. Instead of being angry, Xia He smiled, but the coldness in the laughter was full of death.

"Isn't it just to survive, if you desperately lose your life, then how can you live?" This is what the poor scholar pities and thinks stupidity.

Xia He stopped talking, and when he was serious and desperate, he should not speak, nor should he think too much.

But he still wanted to say one last word to the poor scholar covered in gray flames.

"It's your own life that fights hard, but it's often for someone else's life. ”

Perhaps it seems to the poor scholar that it is a very stupid act, but it is just the irrational behavior of those weak human beings under the grief and indignation.

But even if it's stupid, even if it's irrational, it's very lovely, it's very pleasant.

Some people rejoice, some people inherit, inherit and inherit, and that kind of behavior becomes a spirit and fades into a culture.

Human beings always have a variety of spirits and cultures that people like and are willing to inherit, so people have lived until now.

......

The gray light starts from the moment it blooms, as if it will not be extinguished again, it can devour anything, it can also incinerate everything.

The red flowers, the red fire, the struggling souls, the roaring cries, and the poor scholar all disappeared in the gray light.

Even Xia He's body melted into the gray light.

The fog was blue, the gray light was the fog, and the fog had filled the entire space, and then leaked out of that isolated space.

In the eyes of the outside world, it was just a red flower that looked plain and impermanent and suddenly cracked a petal, and the crack of the petal revealed a shallow gray light.

The gray light drained all the life of the red flower at once.

The flowers withered, not just one, but countless flowers, all cracked, and countless flowers began to wither.

It turned out that Xia He had always been on the grassland, but he existed in countless flowers, and each flower was a part of that space, and there was also a part of Xia He.

Even the flowers that Yin Huai had cut down before carried the same part.

The gray mist condenses into light, the light melts into water, and the water casts into a man.

Xia He stood on that road, surrounded by an endless sea of saffron flowers, and holding a knife in his hand, which should have been in Xiao Lian's hand.

Now it's in Xia He's hands.

"It's not going to work. ”

......

Good luck to you, and the final climax of the festival is coming, so stay tuned.