Dead.

Heaven and earth suddenly became indescribably gloomy and weird.

In the restaurant, it seemed that only their own heartbeats could be heard, and the sound of blood flowing on the floor like dead flesh seemed to be the lonely and empty ghosts of hell moaning and screaming happily in the drums of the forest, enjoying the greatest pleasure and pleasure.

Gusts of cold wind carried the fragrance of distant mountains and trees and flowers, and disappeared when they entered the restaurant, as if they were strangled and bitten to death by mysterious and strange ghosts.

The cold, powerless, disgusting sunlight shone on the face of the human face, which was as dead as a peach blossom without a trace of vitality, and it looked even more pale and transparent.

When a fly leaves the corpse and farts outside, it becomes a large swarm, and they fly excitedly to the corpse, only to find that the ants have ...... earlier than them.

The lotus gently hugged Yang Qing.

His chest was warm, hard, and steady.

Her chest was cold, soft, and twitching.

"Don't be afraid," he said. ”

She forced herself to nod, but she couldn't force herself not to be afraid.

"Isn't it exciting?" he said. ”

She forced herself to look at him and blinked again.

He said, "Isn't it enjoyable? ”

She forced herself to blink again.

He said, "Do you still want it?" ”

She didn't speak, her face seemed a little distressed, and suddenly she bit him on the arm.

He said, "Why did you bite me?" ”

"I'm afraid," she said. ”

"Are you afraid? Why bite me? ”

"I just wanted to see if this was a dream?"

"Then you should bite yourself."

"I was afraid of pain, so I bit you."

"Two?"

"Make a mark."

"Mark?"

"Yes, if there is another flower that becomes yours, it will be easy for me to tell the difference."

"You ......."

"Am I smart?"

"You're so smart."

She touched his arm, and the green tendons on it suddenly rose like a poisonous snake, as if driven by some mysterious desire.

Before Yang Qing could ask urgently, he was picked up and swept out.

Xiao Lou suddenly broke off at waist and fell.

A man appeared not far away.

A horse, a knife, a man.

The armor shone brightly in the sun, and his eyes stared coldly at the lotus flowers.

Cold eyes, long black knives.

Lotus said: "Iron Flower on the battlefield? ”

Tie Hua said: "Yes. ”

Lotus said: "You want to kill me?" ”

Tie Hua said: "Yes. ”

Lotus said: "You can kill me?" ”

Tie Hua said: "Maybe." ”

Lotus said: "Are you sure?" ”

Tie Hua said: "Maybe." ”

The lotus is not talking.

Tiehua was not talking either.

The end of the words is the knife in the hand, and the knife is fighting.

Either you die or I die, there is no other choice.

Life is like this, and this is perhaps the greatest pain and sorrow of human beings.

Lotus put down Yang Qing in her arms and looked at her.

When he looked at her, there was still bad evil in his eyes, and most ladies would be angry and break his eyes when they saw her.

He let go of his hand, but she pulled it tighter.

Her body twitched inexplicably, trying to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say.

She suddenly felt that she was not as smart and strong as she imagined.

He looked into her eyes facing him and sighed.

He knew what she was thinking, he knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

So he was only silently grateful in his heart, and silently kissed her on the forehead.

They walked into the sea of flowers.

This is a very good place, they are all flowers, they are born from flowers, and they fall from flowers.

At this time, it is the craziest and strongest moment in the world of nostalgia for the flowers, and it is also the most cruel and miserable moment when the flowers wither and wither.

What about them?

Isn't it the same as the group of flowers, desperately nostalgic and enjoying the last time?

Lotus said: "Iron Flower on the battlefield? ”

Tie Hua said: "Deadly lotus? ”

Lotus smiled.

Tiehua smiled.

In the laughter, the flowers floated, writhed, danced, and swayed, as if they could no longer bear the murderous and murderous aura they brought, and as if they were specially adding fun and pleasure to the two of them, celebrating their imminent death as a final farewell.

"Please."

"Please."

Two flashes of swords flashed.

Same speed.

Same dynamics.

The same light.

Heaven and earth suddenly became dead silent, and the flowers fell like dead flesh, without vitality and vitality.

......。