She was there when night fell.

She had almost nothing, no love, no family, no ......money, only a sword, and the brilliant and brilliant light that flashed when she swung it.

Whenever someone is there to give the signal of "pop papa" three times, tell her to kill someone, what to kill.

She went to kill people, killed that person, and she never missed a killing, just like a flower blooming in spring, blooming brilliantly and brilliantly, and never missed.

She is also like a flower, she has never been paid on the earth, nor has she had any heart, much less desire, weariness, pain, or sorrow、......。

Flowers will only bloom in the sun, brilliant, brilliant and moving, but never a little charming and seductive.

And she will only kill people in the dark, direct, simple, and effective, but there is no trace of murder and murderous spirit.

"Bang bang."

"Jin Mantang, Xicheng, Zishi."

sub-hours

No stars, no moon, no wind.

Dark nights, lonely, empty, crazy nights.

He sat in a sedan chair, with the Eight King Kongs in front, the Thirteen Taibao in the back, the left and right protectors on both sides, and the four Persian giant slaves carrying the sedan chair.

He felt his eyelids jump today, and it was his right eye.

The person who jumps on his right eye is unlucky, he does not believe that something will happen to him, let alone that something can happen to him.

So he's going to come out and shake it off, and shake off the bad luck.

The sword flashed, and the eight King Kongs in front of him suddenly broke into two and turned into sixteen King Kongs, and the expression on their faces still lingered with the tiredness and sleepiness before they died, obviously they didn't see anyone's hands.

Jin Mantang said: "Don't panic. ”

In fact, he was already panicking in his heart, panicked like a mouse caught by a cat.

He couldn't think of who did it, he had relieved the people who had the ability in the rivers and lakes to think about it.

There is no such person in the rivers and lakes today, and he can't figure it out.

The two protectors were close to him, and one of their swords had been drawn, seemingly calm and calm, and the sweat on their foreheads had flowed down like beans.

Jin Mantang exhaled and said, "Thirteen Taibao, you come here." ”

The Thirteenth Taibao did not move and did not respond.

He could already smell a maddening, maddening, ragging blood.

The Great Dharma Protector rushed to the back and shouted, "Someone, come out." ”

No one, no one spoke, and the Thirteen Taibao had been broken into two sections,......。

At this moment, he saw a flash of sword light, and the palanquin and the four Persian giant slaves slowly broke in two from the middle, slowly slipping, and remained motionless like dead flesh.

His arm fell to the ground with them.

His eyes were full of fear and panic, and he shouted, "Go away, it's the devil's ......." ”

Jin Mantang swept up under his protector, flipped over in the air, and became two.

The earth was dead silent, and the silence was mad, prostration, and collapse.

The Great Dharma Protector held the knife in his backhand, and the blade flashed and disappeared into his body, but he could already see that his body was slowly turning into two.

The ground was pitch black, and the man stood still.

The sword was slowly dripping with blood.

Then the man saw a man coming towards him, standing like a stone statue not far away.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

Wusheng said: "What a fast sword." ”

The man was silent.

Wusheng said: "I'll find you to duel." ”

The man was silent.

The sword light has flashed, and the sword light has flashed.

No life falls.

He struggled to his feet, the sword nearly cutting him off.

There was only a dead black ahead, a dead black that was desperate, mad, and devastating.

Wusheng covered the wound, and the wound continued to bleed out.

His gun was also dripping with blood, dripping with the blood of the other party.

Wusheng stood where he stood, pondering, and then swept up like a light smoke and disappeared.

Dawn, before and after dawn.

Wusheng covered his wound and searched along the river.

He soon discovered this man, naked body, naked beauty, beautiful enough to make most men lose their souls, their lust kicks, and collapse from it.

All she had in her hand was a sword.

The bloody hole in his chest was bleeding out.

She had collapsed and fainted from weakness and collapse.

Wusheng placed her on the bluestone and waited.

Her life is gradually shrinking and withering like a flower.

Sigh of nothingness.

Isn't this man's life coming to an end?

A man came by the river.

His bare head was covered with fragrant spots, and the rich sickness made his already shriveled and almost dry face even more hideous and ferocious.

He looked at the naked sword-wielding beauty in surprise and blankness, as if he didn't believe that such a thing would happen.

He turned his head to look at Wusheng, looked at the gun in his hand, and his eyes showed fear and panic.

He said, "How are you?" ”

Speechless, spear-like eyes poked at him.

While he was staring at the bald head with one eye, the other was staring at his chest, and when he was staring at his chest with one eye, the other was staring at the crotch of his pants.

The bald head said: "You hurt her? ”

Wusheng nodded.

The bald head's breathing was unsteady, hugging his chest, his forehead carob sweated profusely, and even his body slowly trembled and twitched.

He said, "Why didn't you kill her?" ”

Silent without life.

The bald head said: "Then if you don't kill her, can you help me save her?" ”

Wusheng said: "Why should I save her? ”

The bald head said: "You didn't kill her." ”

Silent without life.

The bald head lowered his head and pondered, this was obviously not the way to impress him.

He ripped off his shirt, and he already had a way to get him hooked.

Lifeless eyes stared at his chest, and the sword wound on his chest was so deep that it seemed as if he could see his heart beating inside. "I'll tell you who wielded the sword." ”

The bald head gasped, "Take her, come with me." ”

Wusheng nodded.

The cavern was damp, pitch black, and cold, filled with the disgusting, disgusting smell of medicine.

The bald head said: "Put it in the tank." ”

She seemed to be in pain in the tank, struggling.

The bald head gritted his teeth and chanted a mantra.

Flames suddenly burst out of the vat, as if it were a ghostly fire in hell that hooked her soul and demanded her life, and the ghostly fire was burning her, burning every piece of her body.

She was gasping and struggling, moaning slowly, in pain, then screaming and writhing .......

Blood was slowly pouring out of the bald head's mouth, eyes, nose, and ears.

The blood flowed more and more, and her body writhed more and more.

Finally she stopped writhing and walked out of the vat.

She walked out of the tank as if it was a lotus flower out of the mud and not stained.

The bald head was as motionless as dead flesh, lifeless.

She walked up to the monk and looked at the monk with a look of surprise, pain, and sadness.

She stabbed her sword on the monk's body and said, "This is yours, and I will give it back to you." ”

She no longer looked at the monk, turned her head to look, and seemed to see nothing, and the loneliness and emptiness in her eyes were even stronger.

Then she suddenly couldn't control herself, and fell to the ground, gasping, moaning, twitching, shaking, .......

She needs it, but she doesn't know what she needs, and she doesn't know how to do it.

She hardly knew what she was supposed to do or how to live.

Wusheng held her in his arms, gasping, moaning, twitching, rushing, despairing, ...... in his arms.

She said, "I can't do it, what should I do?" What should I do? ......。 ”

Wusheng knew her deeply, as well as he knew himself, maybe they were that kind of person.

There is only that monk in her life, and the monk is not only his relatives and friends, but also her toys and playmates, but also the meaning of life.

What will happen to her when she suddenly loses her monk?

Will she not know what to do? She didn't know what to do, she knew almost nothing.......

She needs it, but she doesn't know what she wants? She wants to do it, but doesn't know what to do?

This kind of thing may not be understood by everyone, this kind of loneliness, emptiness, suffering, collapse, despair...... It's not something that normal people can bear.

He tried to stabilize her and satisfy her as much as he could.

She finally stabilized, but she was kissing him like a monk, not only kissing but biting.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand, but his breathing was getting thicker and unsteady.

She was already moaning, "I will follow you in the future, you are my person, and I am also your person." ”

Wusheng said: "You come with me." ”

As they walked out of the cave, she seemed surprised and curious.

Wusheng said: "It's beautiful and warm outside, and everything is good. ”

She spread her body, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun as much as she could, and said, "What's that?" It's so warm. ”

Sigh of nothingness.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Wusheng said, "It's time for me to go." ”

She said, "Where are you going?" ”

Wusheng pondered for a long time before saying, "I don't know either. ”

She said, "So what are you going to do?" ”

Wusheng said: "Go find someone to duel." ”

When he said that during the duel, she touched her chest and said, "It's to kill people." ”

Wusheng said: "Duel is not killing. ”

She clung to his body, trembling slightly, a tremor that could only come from loneliness, emptiness, and fear. Said: "I will also duel, you duel with me, don't leave me." ”

There is a tenderness and concern in her eyes, a kind of tenderness and concern that can only bloom in front of the man she loves.

This is also the most gentle, most beautiful, and most touching moment in a woman's life, she hopes that she will also be like flowers, bringing the earth splendor, brilliance, beauty, swaying and cheerful on the earth, and then slowly withering and withering, the earth is affectionate, but what about his people?

Wusheng pondered for a long time before he said, "I don't duel with women. ”

He turned around and looked at Qingshan, his eyes poking at Qingshan like a spear.

She took out the sword stuck in the monk's body and swung it at Qingshan.

With a flash of sword light, Qingshan had already cut off at his waist and slowly fell.

"I knew you didn't like the mountain, so I put it down," she said. ”

Wusheng closed his eyes and said nothing.

"I'm going to kill ......," she said. ”

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