A soft breeze blew through the cold, stiff body, and the hair rolled and swayed wildly, like a homeless drunkard and a prodigal son in the middle of the night, who didn't know what to do and what to do in the streets and gutters, lonely ghosts, walking corpses, and living indiscriminately.

The corpse was already stiff and cold, and her person was already calm and stable.

Yang Qing still held the body of the hops, as if she was still fulfilling her promise to be a good person, giving the greatest joy and joy.

Jian Gut Qinhua looked at her coldly and said coldly: "He is dead." ”

Yang Qing had no emotion on her face coldly, and replied coldly: "I know." ”

Qinhua said: "He's a dead man now." ”

Yang Qing said: "I know. ”

Qin Hua said: "What can you do if you hold him like this?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I know. ”

Qinhua said: "Then why don't you ...... while you're alive." ”

She was powerless to speak, the corners of her mouth were twitching, and the tears in her eyes suddenly marked out.

She turned around and turned her back to Yang Qing, forcing herself to control it, but she now knew that she couldn't control it no matter what, and she also knew how small and powerless she was.

Maybe it's not that she's small and powerless, but that her emotions are noble and great, but they're also fragile and unwise.

The soft breeze is softer, and the fragrance of the distant mountains and trees is wafting and swaying.

Yang Qing said: "Do you know that the gun god will come?" ”

Qinhua said: "He will definitely come." ”

Yang Qing said: "Why? ”

Qin Hua said: "He is the god of guns in the rivers and lakes, and he is also a strange person in the rivers and lakes." ”

Yang Qing said: "How weird? ”

Qin Hua said: "The joy of his life is to find someone to duel, and if he can't find someone to duel, he can't live." ”

Yang Qing nodded.

She lowered her head in contemplation.

Why can't such a smart woman see through the subtleties of emotion, why can't she understand that after killing the spear god, the pain and sorrow in her heart will not be comforted or calmed, and maybe, even more intense and ferocious.

Maybe the smarter the person is, the more emotionally he can't see through the subtleties, maybe the smart person who takes the emotion very seriously is not unable to see through, but simply unwilling to see it, refusing to see it himself.

Yang Qing sighed.

She suddenly felt a little envious of her, because the deeper the emotional pain is, the more emotionally enjoyable it means.

She now saw Qinhua's painful and sad appearance, as if she had seen how happy and joyful she had been before.

This kind of mysterious and great emotion is like athlete's foot in the foot, which can not only make you enjoy countless pleasures and comfort from the inside, but also make you endure the indescribable pain and sadness inside.

The spear god Wusheng really came.

He stood quietly not far away, his body standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The body was still bleeding, and drops of blood were rolling to the ground.

He didn't seem to know about pain, as if he was too lazy to go to pain.

Kotoka's sword has flown out.

The sound of the piano is as pleasant as the ear, and the flowers are as gorgeous as flowers.

Her people had pounced frantically and ferociously, like vicious, murderous swooping down on the streets.

Yang Qing glanced at it coldly and simply closed her eyes.

A soft breeze blew and the cloak rattled gently,......。

Drops of blood fell from the blade.

The sound of the piano had faded, the flowers had withered, her people had fallen, and she forced herself to calm down, but pain and sorrow had rolled from her face to the ground,......。

The sharp sword pierced into the body as if it had returned to the scabbard, as if it was full of loneliness and emptiness and rushed into the arms of the beloved man......

Qinhua's body twitched, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said, "Why don't you make a move?" ”

Wusheng sighed, drew his sword, and handed it to her. said: "My gun does not kill women." ”

He didn't let Qinhua speak, and continued: "I won't find a woman to duel." ”

Qinhua gritted her teeth and said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng didn't look at her anymore, picked up Yang Qing and left.

Yang Qing said: "Why are you holding me?" ”

Silent without life.

The empty eyes have no trace of emotion, and they poke the distance empty, as if they want to poke everything in the distance to death.

Yang Qing gently stroked his wound and said, "Why don't you kill her?" ”

Wusheng sighed and said, "Why should I kill her?" ”

Yang Qing said: "You are really a weirdo. ”

Wusheng said: "What kind of strange method am I? ”

Yang Qing said: "You can kill her." ”

Wusheng said: "I don't kill women. ”

Yang Qing said: "Don't look for a woman to duel?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "Her sword just now is likely to kill you." ”

Wusheng said: "She can't kill me." ”

Yang Qing said: "You know? ”

Wusheng said: "She didn't mean to kill me. ”

Yang Qing said: "Isn't that going to kill you?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "You know her very well? ”

Wusheng said: "What she did was just killing the pain and sorrow in her heart." ”

He didn't let Yang Qing speak, and said, "Her sword can indeed kill me, but she won't do it." ”

Yang Qing said: "Why? ”

Wusheng said: "Because she would have thought at that time that even if she killed me, her lover Jin Bi Henghua would not come back to life." ”

Yang Qing said: "You are not only a strange person, but you also seem to understand people very well." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing pondered for a long time before saying, "You want to carry me to bed?" ”

Wusheng said: "No. ”

Yang Qing said: "Then why don't you put me down?" ”

Wusheng said: "I'm fishing for flowers." ”

Yang Qing said: "Fishing flowers? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

A few frightened crows in the forest screamed a few times and flew away, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became dead silent, and the silence made people crazy, collapsed, and collapsed.

Yang Qing was already wheezing, cold sweat was flowing down her forehead, and her whole body was cold and stiff.

She already felt murderous, murderous.

An invisible and intangible, murderous aura, so that he couldn't breathe, just beside her, but he didn't know where it was? What is it?

She saw the green tendons on Wusheng's arm suddenly rise like a poisonous snake.

A person who lives between life and death feels danger in his body with a stronger, more sensitive, more accurate than a virgin being violently impacted.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing and suddenly stopped, standing upright like a stone statue, his eyes poked into the distance like a spear, and there was a forest, flowers and plants in the distance.

He was waiting, not in a hurry.

"Why don't you leave?"

Wusheng said: "Then why don't you come out?" ”

"Do you know who I am?"

Wusheng said: "You are not a person, you are a flower." ”

"You know, why don't you run away?"

Wusheng said: "I can't escape." ”

"You're really smart."

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"I've always been friendly with smart people."

Wusheng said: "What kind of friendly law?" ”

Demon Flower said: "I can leave you a whole corpse, and it will make you die faster." ”

Wusheng said: "How fast?" ”

Magic Flower said: "It's so fast that you can't feel pain." ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”

Mohua said: "What does it mean to be very good?" ”

Wusheng said: "It's good to mean that I don't understand it a little. ”

Demon Flower said: "You say." ”

Wusheng said: "Why did you say so many words and still hide in your crotch and not come out." ”

There was no talk, someone was gasping, gasping for excessive rage.

Yang Qing smiled and smiled bitterly.

The magic flower is out.

It was as if he had really come out of hell, his tall body wearing only a pair of trousers, and his pale, transparent, thin body was already trembling and twitching.

In his hand he holds a sickle used to cut wheat in the field.

When the magic flower came out, it stared gloomily at Wusheng.

There was an eerie glow in his eyes, and there was an eerie glow on the scythe, and his person was also glowing with an eerie glow, just like that.

Wusheng said: "Why are you only wearing a pair of pants?" ”

Mohua said: "It's convenient to go to a woman." ”

Wusheng turned his head and didn't want to look at him, let alone speak again.

The magic flower seemed to be distressed, and gasped and said, "I'm going to hang you up for the dog to gnaw." ”

As he spoke, he pounced on the lifeless, devilish as he pounced, and the scythe in his hand was swung like a wind.

Wusheng hung Yang Qing on the treetops, fluttering under the sickle.

The scythe in the devil's hand was indeed a tool for cutting wheat, and he had taken the big trees in the forest for wheat, and the gloomy sword flashed brightly, and in a flash, rows of tall trees had fallen, and straight bones and bones fell straight down.

If the big trees could talk, they would definitely scold his ancestors for eighteen generations, curse him for giving birth to a son without an ass, why did he put the big trees down when he killed people, and the big trees didn't get in his way.

There was already a light in the lifeless eyes, a light of joy and joy, and he was enjoying it.

There were not many joys and joys in his life, so he cherished them every time.

The magic flower gasped and said, "I'm going to hang you up and give it to the dogs, give it to the dogs, and then let the pigs in the pigsty arch hard." ”

As he spoke, the scythe in his hand swung faster and more urgently.

Sigh of nothingness.

He didn't like to hear such uncivilized and immoral words while he was enjoying himself, so he stopped.

When he stopped, he slowly retracted the gun.

Blood slowly dripped from the tip of the spear, and the cloak fluttered under the blade.

The magic flower suddenly stood like dead flesh, and the muscles on her face suddenly tightened, stiffened, and stiffened.

A hole suddenly appeared in his chest, a bloody hole, and blood suddenly came out of it frantically and excitedly.

He suddenly fell motionless like dead flesh, his eyes still filled with surprise, disbelief, and fear.

Yang Qing walked over and climbed on top of him, and he hugged him.

He didn't refuse, and so did his thoughts.

Yang Qing said: "It seems that you still have to be safe in your arms." ”

Wusheng said: "You have become smarter. ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng hugged her, and he felt that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Yang Qing said: "I saw you just now." ”

Wusheng said: "See me what? ”

Yang Qing said: "You're playing with him, aren't you?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "If he had spoken a little more civilized just now, you wouldn't have killed him so quickly, would you?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing stared at his eyes coldly, his eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance emptyly, as if he wanted to stab everything in front of him to death.

She said, "You are more terrible than him, you are the devil, the devil of the devil." ”

Silent without life.

The pavilion is not large, and it looks extremely lonely and lonely in the forest.

A person was holding the file inside, looking at it proudly and smiling.

There was indescribable joy and joy in his eyes, and his body was twitching faintly with joy and joy.

He was so excited that he seemed to be unable to control himself, so he read excitedly: "At the beginning of man, nature is good, at the beginning of man, nature is good, at the beginning of man, nature is good, at the beginning of man, nature is good......." ”

He just kept reading these two sentences, and his head kept dangling with him, which was extremely enjoyable.

When he saw Wusheng coming over, he was more excited to read, and his head shook more enjoyable.

Wusheng said: "There is no more below?" ”

He said, "I'll just say those two sentences." ”

Wusheng said: "You won't be the others?" ”

"I'm too lazy to know," he said. ”

Wusheng said: "Isn't this interesting?" ”

"It's so much fun," he says. ”

Wusheng said: "In addition to reading these two sentences here, you seem to be waiting for me?" ”

"Yes," he said. ”

Wusheng said: "You seem to be quite learned, but you are not a cultural person. ”

He said, "What's that?" ”

Wusheng said: "It's a cultural flower." ”

The look of exuberance on this man's face suddenly froze and froze to death. said, "Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "What kind of flower is that?" ”

This man said: "Hold the book and the flower." ”

When he was talking, the person had already shot like an arrow, and suddenly there was a short knife in his hand, the knife was shining brightly, and he had swung seven or eight knives.

The joy and joy in the lifeless eyes are even stronger.

He landed two feet away, put Yang Qing down, and floated over.

Drifting through like green smoke.

Wusheng said: "I like cultural people, I speak very civilly, and I am very moral. ”

Wenhua waved her sword light and said, "Who are you?" ”

Wusheng said: "The gun god has no life." ”

The spear god Wusheng seems to be a kind of spell, Wen Hua suddenly stopped, his body suddenly became stiff, and his face suddenly became very strange, if you see a good person being gnawed by ten thousand dogs, it will be easy to think of what the expression on his face is.

Wusheng said: "Why did you stop?" ”

Wen Hua didn't speak, the sword was shining, and suddenly it flashed, and it didn't enter his chest, and there was still resentment, disbelief, and fear on his dead flesh-like and motionless face.