I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......

Xun Ming put his hands on the wall of the alley, and kept whispering the same words in his mouth, as if he was in a nightmare that he couldn't break free from.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down his jaw, eventually converging into one teardrop after another, dripping into the dust beside the base of the wall.

The genius sword cultivator who flies the sword freely, the amazing young sect master who dominates everyone in the Leaning Moon Sect, is like a child who has not grown up yet, and he is extremely fragile.

After a low sobbing and muttering, he suddenly froze in place, not moving.

A faintly colorful edge flashed away, but Xun Ming, who was on the side of the sword light, didn't seem to notice it at all.

Vaguely, he was as surprised as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and felt that his state was surprisingly weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It's like a faint voice echoing in my ears, but if I listen carefully, I can't really hear it.

In the next moment, Xun Ming felt as if something had burst in his heart, and then another extremely complex emotion rose in his heart.

Anger, restlessness, mania, fear, excitement......

Calm, lonely, lonely, sad, indifferent......

One emotion after another pulled, twisted and mixed with each other, making his mind instantly chaotic.

A sharp tingling sensation came from the depths of his mind, and Xun Ming felt that his head was like an invisible sharp knife being stabbed hard, and then it was messed around, smashing his brain to pieces.

The unbearable pain swept over, making Xun Ming's back arch instantly, and a pair of elbows were first pulled and smashed on the wall of another alley, smashing out two potholes, and then claws pressed his head tightly.

Fragments of unfamiliar memories surged out of his mind like a blowout.

It made him a little suspicious in the midst of the severe pain.

Those fragments of memory, or the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, or the top of an independent mountain, or sitting in a temple, or reading at night......

I've never seen it before, but it's so realistic.

It's as if he's the hero who witnessed it all.

In the next moment, the world was completely pure, and the hustle and bustle in my ears and minds seemed to be erased in an instant, leaving only the ultimate quiet, like a flower, which withered and withered when it bloomed.

Xun Ming lowered his hands from his ears and slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes with mixed colors.

Blood red, golden, pale, pitch black.

The four colors are mixed, but they continue to flow and blend in that pair of pupils, dividing and merging.

It's weird.

That Xun Ming first smiled evilly, then followed by the solemnity of the treasure phase, then the cloud was light and the wind was light, then it was full of pride, and then it was the solemnity of the treasure phase, so chaotic and alternate.

The weather on his face is as cloudy and sunny as the weather in Jiangnan in June, and it is constantly changing.

After standing still by the wall for a while.

The colors mixed in Xun Ming's eyes suddenly merged, and they became a bleak gray.

At the moment when the gray appeared, a powerful and incomparable coercion centered on him suddenly spread out in all directions.

People within a radius of one mile collapsed to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

In the air, the birds fell, and on the ground, the insects did not chirp, and the space within a radius of one mile suddenly turned into a lawless place in an instant.

After the evil smile, Xun Ming's face was full of ancient wells.

Then a sadness that seemed to be squeezed out of his bone marrow slowly surfaced on his face, distorting his expression.

"It's all my fault."

"If only I didn't."

"My mother won't die."

"That man wouldn't be like that."

Xun Ming's face was first extremely painful, and then became numb and indifferent.

I vaguely saw a drunken man with a sad and angry face, pointing at himself and scolding:

"If it weren't for you, the seed! ……”

The hands in the sleeves were clenched, and the green tendons flare.

"Cultivating immortals? What kind of immortal to cultivate. ”

"What's the point?"

Xun Ming's face was filled with grief and indignation, and one after another shocking cracks spread out on his Dao heart.

Just when the Dao Heart full of cracks was about to be completely shattered in that moment, Xun Ming, whose expression was distorted like the bark of a dead wood tree, seemed to wake up suddenly, and a moment of clarity flashed in his eyes, causing the Dao Heart that was on the verge of being shattered to disappear most of the marks at once.

"No!"

"I'm going to find her!"

"Ten thousand times, ten million times, and I'll find her again!"

Xun Ming's distorted face, his eyes suddenly became firm, and the chaotic and disintegrating aura also condensed a little in an instant.

But then the firmness in his eyes was replaced by confusion and doubt.

She ...... Who is it? ”

A flawless Dao heart, shattered with a bang.

Xun Ming suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, staining a large area of the wall, which was extremely shocking.

Xun Ming, whose breath was rapidly weakening, suddenly became a rickety, as if he had gone from youth to twilight in an instant, and he was extremely decadent.

A wisp of green silk on his forehead suddenly turned snow-white, which was particularly eye-catching.

Breathing messily like a child's strings, Xun Ming suddenly began to laugh, and then with a casual move, he pulled out an ink-like short blade from the storage ring, and nailed it into the wall backwards with a flick of his sleeve.

There was a cold glow on the blade of the blade, which was as dark as night, pointing directly at the center of the brow of the crazy young man.

The young man in white who vomited blood fell silent again, and walked forward indifferently, quietly watching the inky tip of the knife slowly enlarge in his eyes.

One step, two steps......

The cold and sharp short blade of the magic weapon approached the eyebrows of the young man in white little by little.

At the last step, the young man slowly lifted his foot, and then suddenly exerted force, and his body suddenly moved forward.

It was as if in the next moment, he could see the knife piercing straight into his eyebrows!

However, the expected bloody scene did not appear.

A snow-white woman's palm appeared out of thin air and pressed it on the forehead of the white robe, lightly stopping the momentum of the strong momentum.

Feeling the slightly cool touch on his forehead, Xun Ming was stunned for a while.

An unfamiliar sense of familiarity slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

I can't seem to remember how many years ago, someone touched his forehead like this?

But at that time, it seemed to be much more gentle.

An indescribable feeling slowly surrounded Xun Ming, and he raised his head in a daze, and met a pair of ice blue eyes.