Autumn is thicker, deeper, cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel.

The fallen leaves fell to the ground, silent, as if it was an amorous girl parting with her lover, full of grievances and pain, extremely unwilling and indignant, but powerless and unable to resist it.

They can only force themselves to endure the misfortune and pain brought by parting, to quietly reminisce about the sweetness and joy of the past, and lie quietly on the earth, lonely, flustered, and crazy.

The ants immediately brutally pulled them away and took possession of them, hoping for more ...... in winter.

The autumn wind passed, the red flowers swayed, and the petals danced,......。

When he saw this flower forest, he showed a smile on his face, as if he had been enduring prostration and collapse in loneliness and emptiness for a long time, and when he saw the goddess who had been in love for many years in his heart, he was indescribably excited and excited, and his body was already excited, excited and became violently twitching and trembling, and his eyes were already extremely bitter and regretful.

Yubi Xihua swept over, dancing like petals, floating beside the delicate body of the red flowers, admiring, admiring the slender, slender waist, plump, firm ...... of the red flowers.

He seemed to be demented, dancing dementiably.

He approached their delicate bodies, but he never touched or touched them, nor did he mean to blaspheme or infringe, nor did he have evil or lustful colors.

Just when his face was flushed most intensely and his wheezing was the most intense, he suddenly took off his robe as white as snow and bit his arm.

The robes fluttered in the wind, and blood rolled down against the skin.

He had drawn on his robe, very carefully, with great seriousness.

The safflower autumn wind swayed, dancing with fallen leaves, wafting incense, and the blood flower robe was joyful, joyful, romantic, and affectionate.

......。

Lifeless eyes poked at them like spearheads, as if they were going to stab them alive on the ground.

He said, "Do you like flowers? ”

Yang Qing looked at the flower forest, the person fluttering in the flower forest, the birdman who was only wearing a pair of pants floating around, and was inexplicably panicked and frightened in his heart.

She shook her head and said, "I don't like it at all." ”

"You really don't like it?"

"I'm annoying."

When she said this, even she felt that it was too fake, and the fake made her face flush.

"You really hate it?"

"It's not an ordinary annoyance, it's a very annoying."

As she spoke, she felt her face heat up a little.

"You hate it so much?"

"Yes, I not only hate it, but I hate it."

As she spoke, she felt her face get a little hot.

"You hate, you hate?"

"Not only do I hate it, I hate it, I just want to vomit."

Her face was hot and sweaty as she spoke.

"If you tell me a lie, I'll throw you into the forest."

"I'm scared now, I'm really scared to death."

Her face was suddenly pale as paper, and the flush suddenly disappeared.

Wusheng nodded and said, "I'll pick flowers for you." ”

Yang Qing said: "I still don't want it." ”

"Why not?"

"I'm the eldest daughter of Huanghua, and he's wearing a pair of pants, isn't this a little inconvenient, you say it's ......."

Wusheng nodded.

He put her down and walked over.

She was right behind.

Wusheng said: "Aren't you the eldest girl of Huanghua?" Isn't it inconvenient for people to wear a pair of pants? ”

"Yes."

"Then you're coming here?"

"I'll just come here and close my eyes."

Wusheng nodded.

He walked over, and stood like a stone statue seven feet in front of the flowering forest, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes stared at the royal pen like a spear, as if he wanted to poke not only his body into a hole, but also his soul into a big hole.

Xihua's body shook inexplicably, and when she turned around, she saw no life.

He didn't speak, but he sighed.

Wusheng said: "What are you doing?" ”

Xihua said: "Draw flowers." ”

As he spoke, he floated over, his robe fluttering in the wind, and the blood flowers on it were delicate and cheerful, as if they were heavenly fairies who were not stained by mortal dust, and they all seemed extremely happy and joyful, without a trace of sadness or pain.

Wusheng said: "Why don't you become a painter?" ”

"I can only paint flowers, and if I become a painter, I will starve to death sooner or later."

"Do you love flowers too?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you paint with ink if you love flowers?"

"The flowers are red, the ink is black,"

"Then you're going to paint with your own blood?"

"Yes."

"Then if you paint a few more, won't you die?"

"Yes."

"You're crazy."

"But I don't often do crazy things."

"For example......."

"For example, painting flowers."

"Painting flowers is normal for others, but crazy for you."

"I paint flowers every day, but I don't always paint them with my own blood."

"And you use someone else's?"

"Yes, otherwise I would have died a long time ago."

"You're smart about that."

"Just like today."

"Like today, you're going to paint with my blood?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want to paint flowers with my blood?"

"The flowers painted with the lifeless blood of the spear god will definitely be more beautiful."

"Good."

"What does it mean to be good?"

"You're going to take my blood to paint flowers?"

"Offended."

"Please."

Yubi Xihua smiled, and suddenly floated up, the robe fluttered, and with a wave of his hand, the blood flowers on the robe floated up, and shot like an arrow towards Wusheng.

There was already a smile in the lifeless eyes, and there was suddenly an incomprehensible lust in the emptiness.

His body floated like a light smoke.

Bloodshot shot like arrows from the side of his body, hitting the ground, and suddenly there was a pit in the ground.

Wusheng looked at the pit, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

Even if you cut it with an axe, you can't cut that big a hole.

"You should go and have a good relationship with the coffin shop owner?"

With another wave of his hand, two blood flowers floated up, and arrows shot over, faster and faster than the ones just shot.

"Why?"

The lifeless body fluttered, fluttering past the two blood flowers.

The roots and green tendons were already faintly twitching and trembling from the strong wind carried by the two blood flower belts.

"You are good at drawing flowers, but you are even more clever at digging pits."

Xihua gritted her teeth, waved her hands, and more than four blood flowers floated up, shooting crazy and fiercely.

"I'll think about it, maybe I'll get rich."

Wusheng suddenly stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

As soon as the gun was horizontal, four blood flowers hit it unbiasedly, and his man stood upright and retreated like a stone statue.

Xihua's body spun, and the blood flowers on the robe suddenly floated up all at once.

But he suddenly shot at Yang Qing like an arrow, shooting at Yang Qing who was picking flowers.

"Don't pick my flowers." He screamed, as if in pain and panic.

The robes fluttered to the ground, and the blood flowers were shattered.

Yang Qing gasped and saw Xihua rushing over, looking at him, as if he was going to come over and strangle him to death.

Then she saw him pounce and fall, and when she fell, she slowly retracted the gun, and stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The cloak flutters slowly in the wind.

Blood rolled down the tip of the gun.

Yang Qing said: "You killed him?" ”

Speechless, sighing.

She suddenly jumped into his arms and kissed him on the face.

The lifeless sigh was longer.

He said, "Don't you hate flowers? ”

She was silent.

A smile welled up on his face.

Heaven and earth are dead and silent, and the sunset is as red as blood.

Standing on the ancient road like a lifeless stone statue, staring at the sunset, as if to poke the sunset alive and poke it to death.

Yang Qing said: "Why don't you leave?" ”

Silent without life.

A person suddenly grew next to the ancient road, strictly speaking, half a person suddenly grew. The man held two swords in his two hands and stabbed them into the ground, and his body stood upright.

The man's legs were unexpectedly gone, the whole person was messy, his hair was draped haphazardly, his face was completely indistinguishable from whether it was a wrinkle or a knife, a large piece of his chin was missing, and there was a black mole the size of a walnut on the left half of his face.

His eyes were like a brass bell, staring at lifeless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, his eyes poked at him like spears, and he was silent.

The man was already gasping for breath, angry.

He was angry that a fly was circling around him, buzzing and screaming, annoying him.

The sword flashed.

The fly suddenly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

He kept poking his shuriken, poking and poking until he reached the point of seven feet of lifelessness.

He said: "Don't retreat from the flowers. ”

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

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time."

"I'm glad I will."

"I heard your gun is good?"

"Maybe."

"You're a nice guy?"

"Maybe."

"I'm going to kill Yang Qing."

"Then you can kill it."

Resentful Flower's face was distorted with anger, and she said, "You won't let me kill you obediently." ”

Silent without life.

"I have a good idea. ”

Wusheng said: "You say." ”

"I'll find you to duel, if I die, I don't have to kill Yang Qing."

"Good way."

"But if you die, I'm not welcome."

"Yes, you can come and kill me."

"I don't pick the time or place to find someone else to duel, but it's different to find you."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not sure I'll win, in other words, I have to finish what I want to do, so that I don't die badly."

"Reasonable, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to have tea first, I'm a little thirsty."

His sword slammed into the ground, poked and poked, and he entered the teahouse.

The teahouse is not big, but there are many tables and the business is good.

When the resentful flower went in and sat down, there were almost no guests inside.

He squinted his eyes and said, "I want tea." ”

The tea came, and the person who delivered the tea put it down and walked away.

Resentful Hua glanced at the person who was shivering and drinking tea on the side, and said lightly: "I'm drinking tea." ”

This man was not a fool, trembled and got up, and walked out.

The sword flashed, and the man broke in two before he could get outside.

The autumn wind blew in, and the smell of blood in the building became stronger.

It's so thick that it's maddening, prostrating, and collapsing.

Wusheng handed Yang Qing a cup of tea, she drank it, and she didn't feel whether she was drinking tea or not.

Resentful smiled and said, "How about this tea?" ”

Silent without life.

Resentful flower said: "I have to do something besides drinking tea." ”

Wusheng said: "What's the matter?" ”

Resentful flower said: "Find a beautiful woman to sleep with." ”

Silent without life.

The resentful flower looked left and right, as if it was very unpleasant. said: "Checkout." ”

The checkout guy came.

The resentful flower swung his sword, and with a flash of sword light, the person was broken in two from the middle.

He laughed, vicious, fierce, and crazy. said: "I didn't want to settle the bill, and I didn't settle the account again, let alone bring silver or silver tickets." ”

Wusheng said: "Then you came to him to split him into two pieces?" ”

The smile on the face of the resentful flower became even stronger, and she said, "Yes." ”

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, it's when I'm not happy, I want to kill people for no reason."

"Why don't you kill yourself?"

"I'm afraid of pain, and if I kill someone else, my anger will subside."

"You're going to kill someone to vent your anger when you're upset?"

"Yes."

"I suggest you kill yourself the next time you're upset, and you won't be angry."

Resentful Flower nodded, every muscle on her face twitching slightly with anger.

He said, "After the tea, you can go." ”

The sword in his hand was poking the ground again, and he was outside with a poke and a poke and a louder gasp in his nose, "Check out, come out and settle the bill personally." ”

didn't come out, it was as if it was his own.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

He came out and stared at the resentful flower. "It's a hassle to fight you."

Resentful Flower said: "Trouble? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes, the duel is just a death, how can it be more troublesome than the marriage of the yellow flower girl." ”

The resentful flowers were silent.

The sweat on his forehead had rolled down like beans, and his whole body was twitching, he forced himself to endure it, and then he gritted his teeth, turned around, and flashed at the teahouse, and the teahouse suddenly fell waist-high and fell.

Sigh of nothingness.

Yang Qing touched his chest and said, "He seems to be very unhappy." ”

Silent without life.