The bamboo flute grew and sharpened, and the little red was strange, as if it were more intense than the flames that burned a city.

With a soft sound, the colored light that had remained in the air dissipated.

There was no grass in Li Yuchen's sight, and a miserable white ruin stretched far away, with no end in sight, and there seemed to be no end.

"I've given you more opportunities, why don't you cherish them?" he asked.

Closing his eyes, the bow in his hand gradually became illusory, and he carried it behind his back, and his left hand, which was still raised, waited for the bamboo flute to return.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and his breathing became rapid.

Draw a bow, shoot an arrow.

He did many simple movements, but none of them were so exhausting, and he didn't even want to open them again when he closed his eyes.

I want to lie down like this.

It's just that it can't be yet.

His thoughts kept entangled, and he finally opened his eyes.

The bamboo flute fell into his hand, the warmth and coolness became lighter, and there was a fiery heat, and Yu Xiao's body was uneven.

Scar.

There are scars on the bamboo flute, and some of the wounds are deep in the heart of the person holding the bamboo flute, and it is difficult to extinguish the traces.

"There are some things that cannot be forgiven. He whispered.

Windy, slightly cold.

The cold wind blew on his face, and the pale face gradually blurred, blowing his figure illusory and scattered in the wind.

He was gone, leaving behind an afterimage.

The afterimage was blown away by the wind, and nothing was left.

When there is no white in sight, the bright green becomes mutilated, and with some gray and black, the occasional bright color becomes mottled.

Mottled, swampy.

"You shouldn't have come. ”

"If you want to come, then you come, you come. There are still a few more things to do. ”

"When I die, I should be able to get something in exchange. ”

"yes, you should have died. ”

"Huh. ”

"If you had died early, you would not be where you are now, and you might have an ending that would not be embarrassing. ”

"And what about dying now?"

"There's still a chance. ”

When the words stopped, there was silence on both sides. Something brewing that the other party knows but doesn't know.

There was something in the swamp, like the smell of life gone, trying to look up, trying to go high into the sky, towards the city.

The breath of death, which could not be called death, caused the city that had disappeared to ignite its flames again.

The wind was blowing gently, and there were some other scents in the swamp.

It smells bad, or it's clear, or it's mixed with too much stuff. It is impossible to discern it.

"In that case, I'd better die. ”

The sudden voice, the unexpected voice, made Li Yuchen feel surprised, and there was a bad feeling in his heart.

For an extremely short time, he was still thinking about it, that is, he saw the "sincerity" of the other party.

The colorful figure gradually became illusory, radiating energy to the surroundings...... One small dot after another fell into the air. The marshland is splendid.

"Swamps can also be beautiful. ”

The last voice, the simple words, seemed to have too many words.

Said. Didn't say.

Didn't say it, said it.

"If you didn't lie to me, I'll help you. Li Yuchen said, "I will do my best!"

Looking up, looking at the fire city that seemed to be at the end of the sky, he felt in a trance. And there is a brief period of confusion.

It seems like...... Is there something wrong?

He wasn't sure, and he didn't think it mattered.

There were fluctuations in the air, with a sadness that seemed strong and indifferent, seeping directly into the heart.

The earth trembled gently, and the mottled mud stains of the swamp rejoiced. Tiny dots of different sizes leap upwards one after another, as if trying to break free from the swamp.

"Does it work?" asked Li Yuchen.

It's a question, it's an answer, and it's a thing to say something that seems to have no meaning.

He stepped forward, and in just an instant, he had moved a great distance, and the figure that seemed to be stagnant was also extremely erratic.

Useless things, but there is always persistence.

Maybe it's persistence, maybe it's stubbornness, it's not that important.

Do something, that's what he's here for.

There was still anger in his heart, from the time the ugly words rang in his ears, and when the speaker chose to kill himself, that anger still did not disappear.

The anger is still there, and it is flourishing.

It's not that opportunities haven't been given, but there are always those who don't cherish them, those who don't care, and those who are still stubborn...... He felt helpless, but he didn't want to admonish him anymore.

Damn it.

and died.

One died, and many more, thousands and thousands of endless.

Mottled figures jumped out of the swamp, all sorts of strange mud forms, with a rotten aura.

Decay is the smell, it is the thought.

Ideological backwardness is the most backwardness, and ignorance may not be due to itself, but it is a fact.

The wretched will have something to hate.

There is always something hateful about the poor people.

Say nothing, the killing is near.

The attitudes of both sides were surprisingly consistent, as if they had said yes, and acted in a split second.

One after another, the figures with a rotten aura approached him, and the killing intent was also strong...... Li Yuchen could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and transformed the surging anger into killing intent.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill!

Kill!

Some helpless killing, with random killing.

Kill with murderous intent! Kill with slaughter!

If you want to die, give it a ride.

The bamboo flute is happy, and a little bit of greenery falls into the air as it moves, and there is a clean coolness in the swamp.

The figure touched by the bamboo flute was illusory in an instant, as if it turned into a wisp of smoke, scattered in the air, and fell on the swamp.

A little bit of blood, the appearance is indifferent.

Dissipated, but also traceless.

Sadness or joy, no sorrow and no joy.

Li Yuchen didn't know what kind of thoughts he should have, so he temporarily abandoned his thoughts and just killed.

To kill one is to kill, to kill ten is to kill, to kill a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...... No matter how much you kill, it's just killing.

If you kill everything, then you will continue to kill.

His eyes brightened, and gradually became a crimson that deepened with the passage of time.

After the deep, bewitching.

Great Dark Blood Spirit Sutra!

The blood in the air is mottled and carries an even more decaying breath, as if the end of life.

But it's still blood.

The blood of the alien race is very mottled, but the blood that has changed color and breath is still blood, which can be turned into the power of life and support the operation and madness of the Great Dark Blood Spirit Sutra.

He felt like he was getting stronger, very strong, very strong.

The attack only needs to be deliberate, that is, it can clean up a riot of alien races, but he doesn't want to do this, and use the most primitive attack method to solve the problem...... Fight violence with violence!

I don't know if it has an effect, he has long forgotten about it, immersed in the killing, and is willing to slaughter because of his original thoughts.

For a long time, he was a killing god.

"Killing is never the best way to solve a problem. ”

"Killing, doesn't mean being strong. ”

"If you are strong, you should not kill. ”

"Power, take control of yourself. ”

"Power requires a qualified controller. ”

"Stop. ”

"Stop. ”

"Feel it. (To be continued.) )