Since the last time I met Lu Zhu, although Drizzle has gained freedom, it has not returned to Blackstone, but wanders aimlessly in the rivers and lakes.

She didn't understand the meaning of Lu Zhu's doing.

Obviously, the two have never met, a monk and a cold-blooded killer, obviously have nothing to do with each other.

Why did he make up for himself with the Water Clearing Sword Technique?

Why did he do everything he could to make himself right?

Why did he willingly die under his own sword?

Since Drizzle became a killer, the blood on his hands has long been washed away.

She may have killed more people than butchers have slaughtered, and she has seen many people react before they die, some struggling, some crying, some wailing, some resisting, some calmly dying, and some scolding.

But she had never seen someone smiling like Lu Zhu, as if she was satisfied, and as if she was ...... Gratified?

She didn't understand, wasn't death a terrible thing?

Why did he smile so happily?

Before he died, Lu Zhu said: I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, subject to 500 years of wind blowing, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain......

Drizzle also didn't understand what that meant.

But for the first time in her life, she fell into confusion.

Once upon a time, she was just a tool for killing.

The Wheel King single-handedly raised her and taught her martial arts, so she always thought that it was a matter of course to help the Wheel King kill people, and never thought about the meaning of these things.

She also never thought about who she was and what she wanted, like a cold sword, without thoughts, just tools.

But after that day, she seemed to have her own mind, and she would start thinking about these issues and slowly develop in the direction of a flesh-and-blood person.

But these questions were too profound and complex for her to understand.

But even so, she didn't want to go back to Blackstone, to the past.

Those who have never seen the light can endure endless darkness, but as long as they have seen a glimmer of light, no one wants to sink in the darkness.

Drizzle has been wandering around the rivers and lakes with these questions that she can't figure out, hoping to find the answers to those questions.

She has seen and experienced a lot these days.

Now, she knew that silver could be earned without killing, that food had to be obtained through hard work, that there was a kind of affection between people called trust, and that between the strong and the weak, in addition to killing and plundering, there was compassion and help.

I also know that there is a kind of affection between men and women called love.

Love?

Maybe Lu Zhu's feelings for himself are love.

Can love make people fearless of death?

Drizzle couldn't figure it out, she didn't understand why love could make people go against their nature, because she hadn't even experienced the feeling of trust.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that her previous life was blank, with nothing, not even a name.

Except for the killer's code name "Drizzle", who is she? Who cares about her?

It seems that there is no more, even her enemies only know "drizzle".

At this moment, she felt endless loneliness.

It's ridiculous to say that she has been surrounded by loneliness since the moment she became a killer, but it seems that it was only recently that she really understood what loneliness was.

It's a terrible feeling, like the living dead, alive and dead.

Just as she was sinking into confusion and loneliness, wandering away from the world, Blackstone found her.

It was a woman she hadn't seen before, maybe a new killer.

She didn't want to pay attention to these people now because she didn't want to kill the woman.

From the moment she began to examine the meaning of life, she suddenly felt that life was so mysterious and so beautiful, and it should not be taken away.

"You're the drizzle?" The woman looked at the muddy drizzle and said disdainfully: "What kind of character did you think it was, but it turned out to be a beggar and a madman." ”

Beggar? Lunatic?

Maybe, she has been in a mess for the past half a month, and it is estimated that this is the case in the eyes of outsiders.

Drizzle didn't pay attention to her sarcasm, and didn't want to entangle with her, just silently bypassed her and continued to move forward.

"My name is Ye Feiqing, I am the new 'Drizzle', I will replace you and become the most feared killer!" Ye Feiqing raised the repaired water-repellent sword in his hand and showed off.

A new drizzle?

That's right, that's just a code name, anyone can do it.

Drizzle suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if she had been freed from a cold shell.

At this moment, she actually felt a trace of gratitude to the woman in front of her, but she still didn't look back, and she didn't say a word.

Ye Feiqing saw that the drizzle actually ignored herself, and her face turned blue instantly: "I heard that you are the most powerful killer in the black stone except for the Wheel King, I want to see if you are really that powerful!" ”

After speaking, Ye Feiqing pulled out the water-splitting sword that was enough to cut gold and jade, and stabbed at the muddy drizzle.

Although her internal skills are weak, she has already mastered all the forty-one water-clearing swordsmanship, and ordinary Jianghu people can't take fifty moves in her hands.

But in the face of the sword stabbed by Ye Feiqing from behind, Drizzle did not dodge or dodge, as if he had really become a crazy beggar who did not know martial arts at all.

Ye Feiqing looked at the numb drizzle, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and he was even more overjoyed in his heart.

Ever since she joined Blackstone, she has been a stand-in for Drizzle, and everyone sees her as a substitute for Drizzle, an inferior substitute.

However, as long as he kills her today, then he will no longer be a substitute, but a real drizzle, the top killer who terrifies all the people in the rivers and lakes!

What a delight that would be!

She doesn't love power and wealth, she only desires and enjoys the pursuit and envy of others.

The feeling of being admired by everyone and awe-inspiring by everyone made her want to stop like a poison that had ecstasy and bones.

Looking at the sword blade that was getting closer and closer to the drizzle, Ye Feiqing's smile became more and more wanton, as if she would have everything she longed for in the next moment.

However, things did not go her way.

The same martial arts, different people use them, and it will be earth-shaking differences.

Ye Feiqing couldn't see the drizzle's movements at all, she only felt a silver light flickering her eyes, and she only subconsciously closed her eyes.

But when she opened her eyes again, the drizzle of the sword was already against her heart.

Ye Feiqing didn't even have time to put away her unbridled sneer, she had to wake up from that beautiful fantasy and face the cold reality.

The reality is that the gap between her and Drizzle is too big, to the point that she can't imagine.

With just one move, she was defeated.

Or rather, Drizzle didn't make a move, because she didn't see how Drizzle made a move at all.

This reality, although also frightened her, was more angry.

Yes, she was outraged.

When ordinary people are defeated, they may blame themselves for not being angry, or they may regret that they are not talented, but she just feels angry.

Angry that what others say about her is true, she is really an inferior substitute.

Perhaps, not even a substitute, because she is not even qualified to be a substitute.

This fact made her angry, not at her own incompetence, but simply at the fact.