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But he won't be moved.

"Will it?" That was Rosemary's last words, and Su Xiu'e urged all her mana, and her fierce blood and qi were intertwined, almost destroying her flesh. The shadow of the six-tailed spirit fox was gradually destroyed, and she had known such pain, but she still couldn't help but scream.

He opened his eyes.

It was a hallucination to hear someone calling his name, right? He held his head, and his white mouth raged at his every nerve. Ordinary people may not be able to last even an hour, as if more than 3,700 souls are whispering in his head, how can he really fall asleep? Get up, he walked all the way to the bottom of the corridor, searching for a certain shadow, but the corridor was empty, and no one sat under the pomegranate flowers to count the flowers.

Once upon a time, rosemary always counted the pomegranate flowers here, petal by petal.

Ask her what she counts, she always smiles and doesn't speak, and now it seems that she is waiting for an answer. I remember that early morning, it was drizzling, and the air could smell the fragrance of new grass and mud, and Falcon Luoxi sat with her like that.

Thunder fills the rain.

It's easy to be sad when it rains, because of her, Hayabusa Luoxi seems to like rainy days. He didn't know how long he was going to sit like this, but she spoke first: "The master also loves to count flowers?"

Falcon Luoxi shook his head, "I don't like to count flowers, I like to look at the number of people, can you count how many flowers are on this tree?"

Rosemary blurted out, "There are three hundred and seventy-two and a half flowers under this eaves." ”

Why is there still half of it?

The rain fell on the flowers, and the strings of purple pomegranate flowers were knocked off two purple petals, and rosemary hurriedly pinched the petals to the palm of her hand, and stumbled to fall down the corridor, Falcon Luoxi reached out and grabbed her legs. Rosemary watched the pomegranate blossoms fall into the stream under the eaves, and felt sorry.

The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Falcon Luoxi was a man after all, and he pinched Rosemary's ankle and didn't put it down. Rosemary's legs and feet are as gentle as jade, and her slender ankles can only be held by Falcon Luoxi.

That day, the spring shirt was thin, and the hazy rain and fog shrouded the corridor, and he only remembered the purple pomegranate flowers that filled the corridor.

Now Falcon Luoxi looked up at the purple tassels on the ceiling, and then at the purple pomegranate vines under the eaves, they were even more lush than back then, and had completely occupied the corridor. Red Fire's counterattack before his death did not affect the area, but the wooden planks in the corridor were full of fallen flowers, and no one cleaned them. Falcon Luoxi frowned, and walked quickly to the wing, which was also empty.

The air was getting wetter and the rain was about to fall.

Under the red pavilion in the corridor, the stream still flows continuously, and the petals flow down the river. Thin rain silk entangles the vines, lush in the distance, the world is vast....... "It's beautiful." ”

It was so beautiful that it broke his heart.

He suddenly wanted to roar, because the world was so beautiful, but he didn't have the opportunity to see more. In the end, there is only a weak sigh left, why do beautiful things always leave a trace of regret? Do they deserve to die if they are separated from the past and the present? They are not sorry? The world cannot be perfect in the end, and it is these defects that are called "truth".

It's raining.

A light rain slid down the eaves and scattered into transparent beads, eventually filling the wind chimes.

"Ding, jingle. "Jingle bells. ”

The bronze wind chimes, the fireworks of the glazed city, and the endless parting songs......

He seemed to be beginning to examine himself, as Sixteen said, because he had not seen it clearly all along....... It turned out to be myself.

In a moment, Falcon Luoxi's heart was at peace.

It was as if nothing in the world could shake him.

But why was his heart aching? He grabbed his chest as if he wanted to pull his heart out. "Why?" the pain stimulated every nerve in him, and he suddenly collapsed, roaring like a wild dog, his heart, his bones, every cell of his trembling with excruciating pain. "What the hell is it?" what pierced his heart? Proud as he was, he was as prostrate as a beast, and he had no strength.

The black golden hairband was also scattered due to the madness, and the silver hair hung down from the red pavilion, looking at the scene reflected in the stream, Falcon Luoxi felt even more painful.

He knew why Rosemary hadn't come to clean it, and he knew that Rosemary would never come again.

The heart is like a knife.

"No!" he even spurted blood when he shouted the word.

He is already a heartless person, how can he be bound by mortal affection?

Thinking of this, the pain seems to have been slightly relieved. He straightened his clothes, tied up the jet-gold headband with his own hands, and did not see a change on his face.

On the second floor, I don't know how he found it, and when he opened the door, Su Xiu'e was really taken aback.

Falcon Luoxi ignored her and just approached the stone platform.

He saw blood on the stone platform, a purple gauze. The blood was red, and when the blood met the blue clothes, it naturally turned purple, which was originally a sky-blue light gauze satin. There is nothing left here but blood. No.

In the center of the stone platform, an evil object the size of a jade pendant suddenly rose.

Refined by flesh and blood, the whole body is blood-red, and from time to time there are white runes flickering, it absorbs a large amount of blood, and finally stabilizes its form. It was a fox's eyes, long, narrow, ghostly eyes that hung upward. In this way, the blood descending talisman was successfully refined. The fox's eyes looked around, but it had lost its original memory, and it was just a "physical trait" that the Blood Charm had inadvertently retained.

But for some reason, the fox eye stared at Falcon Luoxi stupidly, and never moved.

Forget everything, but why stare at him?

Because it's familiar.

It has been so engraved that it has left an imprint in the soul. Su Xiu'e was a little moved, she had never seen such a persistent relationship, and since following Sixteen, her concept was really shaken.

But Falcon Luoxi's face was cold, and he lifted the blood talisman, and that eye blinked at him.

Falcon Luoxi said: "Very good, so that I can fulfill my long-cherished wish." ”

Su Xiu'e said: "Then you don't have to be embarrassed by Sixteen?"

Falcon Luoxi said: "Yes. ”

He turned his head to leave, Su Xiu'e hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking, "She died for you, don't you have a trace of grief?"

Falcon Luoxi said, "Not now. ”

"Do you know that she has had to die of pain several times, but she has always shouted your name and persevered?" Su Xiu'e's tone was even more intense, the process of refining the blood descending talisman, the carrier could not faint, she had to live to bear all the pain. Cutting flesh and blood again and again, refining her alive, but she still shouted "Mr. Falcon" until the last moment.

And "Mr. Falcon" didn't show any feelings for her.

Falcon Luoxi didn't answer this, just turned around and left. Su Xiu'e was stunned, is he still a human being? For the sake of the sword, he has lost everything, is it just for that sword?

Did he love her even a little? Su Xiu'e only felt that Falcon Luoxi was terrible, because he was ruthless.

It's not the man who holds the sword, but he also becomes the cruel and ruthless "sword".

In order to pursue the highest state of "the unity of man and sword", he also gave up everything.