As night falls, red lights hang high.

Maybe it's hard to make money in an uncivilized industry, so force yourself to wear a mask, a very civilized, very moral mask.

Their mask is a smile.

The smile on their faces never knows tiredness and disgust, and the smile is also the most correct and effective one, the sweetest and touching one.

Masks are never transformed, just as they still have to eat and live.

But now their masks were suddenly twisted and deformed.

They watched as the resentful flower walked in, and the mask on their face suddenly distorted and deformed.

The style of the resentful flower is obviously much more correct than the desire flower, and the method he uses is the same.

He poked and poked the two swords on the ground and got inside, looking at the beautiful woman floating around and her face painted like a monkey's buttocks, and there was a light in his eyes, a light of overexcitement and excitement, but his face seemed to be a little unhappy, so he nodded, as if he had thought of something.

He said, "What are you doing with so many lights here?" ”

So the sword in his hand waved, and the sword light flashed.

Suddenly there was only one red light left inside, right above his head.

The autumn wind was blowing, the lights were swaying, and his people seemed to be a terrible ghost who had suddenly escaped from hell, a terrible ghost who had been bitten and beaten and half of it was left.

Heaven and earth suddenly became dead silent, mad, collapsed, desperate, dead silence, as if only the sound of the red light could be heard.

He gasped, gasping as if he had been in estrus for a long time in loneliness and emptiness, and he said slowly: "You all listen, get out of here, get out quickly, I don't like that mouthful." ”

There was a flickering figure in the light.

He said, "If you slow down, you're going to die." ”

As he spoke, the sword in his hand was already swinging, and the slow-moving person suddenly became two under the sword light.

Not far away, someone was already crying and vomiting, and she couldn't control herself anymore.

She'd rather go to the eighteenth floor of hell than stay here.

The two swords in the hands of the resentful flower were poking at the ground again, poking back and forth, and looking.

But they felt like they were poking themselves in the chest.

There was already a smile on the face of the resentful flower, and the smile was crazy, lewd, and debauched.

Then he said earnestly and carefully: "Stand up and puff up your chest." ”

As they stood up and puffed out his chest, he suddenly screamed and pounced on them, and he pounced on them like a fly of hunger to dead meat.

.....

Yang Qing said, "Why don't you go in?" ”

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

"Why did you put out the lights when you said that the resentful flowers went in?"

"Maybe there's something wrong with him."

"What's wrong?"

"Probably likes peek-a-boo."

Yang Qing smiled, laughing a little bitterly.

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

The dark eyes were empty and without a trace of emotion, staring and poking at the brothel.

The screams inside were louder, as if they were the roars and groans of the beasts when they were slaughtered, and the pain and sorrow that could not be explained.

Yang Qing's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, gritted his teeth, and said, "He ......." ”

There is no life, and the sigh is longer.

He simply turned around and left.

Hanging moon, starless.

The oblique moon is like a hook, as if it has become extremely thin due to loneliness and loneliness.

Is it that if you have emotions, you will be easily hurt, and the deeper the emotion, the more serious the damage will be?

Yang Qing stared at his eyes, his eyes were empty.

Is it that a person who is too empty and too lonely will become like this?

She suddenly became curious about him, and she wanted to get to know him better.

She just thought about it and didn't understand it.

But he stopped suddenly, looked at her, and his empty eyes poked at him like a spear, as if he was going to stab her to death.

She was already gasping for breath and said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng didn't speak, walked to the lake, and then stood like a stone statue.

His eyes stared at the lake like a gun.

The lonely, lonely slanting moon in the lake seems unspeakably bitter and empty.

Gusts of autumn wind blew by, and ripples swayed.

The slanting moon writhing and swaying in the ripples not only looks hazy and powerless, but also painful and sad, as if it is the concubine who failed in the royal family and was imprisoned in the cold palace, indescribable pain and sorrow.

Yang Qing stared at the lake and said, "What are you doing here with me?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "You have a good eye, this is a good place." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Although it is cold and gentle, it is a good place for couples to fall in love. ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Because the more lonely the place, the easier it is to express emotions, so it is best to fall in love here." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Do you want to fall in love with me?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing was silent, but he was sighing, sighing and touching the gun in his hand, the cold, hard gun.

Then she was startled and said, "Why is your gun trembling slightly?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "I feel it." ”

"What do you feel?"

"I feel as if it's hungry and needy."

"What the hell are you."

"Then why do you say it suddenly shook so much?"

Silent without life.

The eyes poked into the lake like a spear, and the ripples in the lake became stronger and stronger, slapping the shore vigorously, as if they had become anxious and impatient due to some mysterious lust, and they didn't know what to do.

Yang Qing suddenly turned her head, unwilling to look at it, and suddenly felt inexplicably panicked and frightened in her heart.

In the distance floated a light boat, a sword, and a man.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his cold eyes were already shining.

Sword light.

The sword light flew up and stabbed straight at it.

Floated and fluttered like a light smoke.

"Cold-blooded sword flower?"

"Yes."

The sword light flashed, the figure fluttered, and the sword flower had pierced out seven swords.

Wusheng said: "Your sword is good. ”

The sword flower was silent, sneering, the sword light was more urgent, and the sword qi was colder.

The sword light drifted tightly against the lifeless body, and he felt every muscle tremble slightly.

There was already a smile in Wusheng's eyes.

Jian Hua said: "Are you a spear god without life?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

The sword in Jian Hua's hand had stabbed twenty swords, each sword almost seemed to stab him in the throat, but none of them stabbed.

He said, "Why didn't you shoot?" ”

Wusheng said: "You haven't forced me to shoot yet." ”

Jian Hua said: "Okay." ”

His body suddenly floated like a light smoke, and the sword light also floated up, floating towards the lifeless.

The Dao sword light was like the ripples on the surface of the lake that slapped on the shore, one after another, flickering endlessly and endlessly.

Wusheng is already hovering on the ripples, already enjoying.

Jian Hua said: "How is it?" ”

Wusheng shook his head and said, "That's not good enough. ”

The sword flower suddenly stopped, stopped not far away, and the sword light and sword qi in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Wusheng said: "You want to change your sword move?" ”

Jian Hua said: "Yes. ”

Silent and waiting.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped out of his arms, up and down, and was already two feet away. "You're crazy."

The force that a person exerts when he is on the verge of life and death may surprise even himself.

He crouched behind the soft grass and watched, but her body couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Jianhua looked at Wusheng coldly and said, "You are dead." ”

There is no life, and the joy and joy in the eyes are even stronger.

Sword Flower swings the sword.

The sword body turned into ten thousand cold lights, all-pervasive and all-pervasive cold light.

The sword light is sensible, the sword qi is yin and yin, floating towards lifeless.

Jian Hua said: "You can't escape." ”

There was no life, and his eyes were already excited and excited.

He saw the sword light, as if a child had seen a novel toy.

Jianhua smiled and said, "If you just made a move, maybe you still have a chance, ...... now." ”

The words in his mouth suddenly froze, and the smile on his face suddenly froze and froze to death.

The sword light disappeared suddenly, and the sword qi disappeared.

He saw Wusheng slowly retract the spear, and then stood up like a stone statue.

Suddenly there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

The cloak flutters slowly in the wind.

Blood rolled down the tip of the gun.

The sword in Jianhua's hand "ding" to the ground, and her body kept twitching and trembling, and then fell. said: "You ......." ”

Wusheng didn't look at him anymore and turned away.

Yang Qing happily jumped into his arms.

"He's dead," she said. ”

Speechless, sighing.

The excitement and passion in his eyes slowly disappeared, and they became empty again, staring and poking not far away like spears in his empty eyes.

Fog had risen not far away.

Hazy fog, hazy people, hazy words.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Invincible Divine Flower?"

The man inside the fog was already sighing and saying, "You're not stupid. ”

Wusheng said: "Maybe." ”

Shenhua said, "You shouldn't do such stupid things. ”

Wusheng said: "Stupid thing? ”

"Yes, you should know the strength in Wanhua Building."

"I know."

"Then why are you so stupid?"

"Because I'm so stupid."

The man in the fog was already gasping for breath and was silent.

"You're really not afraid of death?"

"I'm too lazy to be afraid of death."

"Very well, you can die."

"Okay, you can send me to death."

"You wait slowly."

"Okay, I'll wait."

The people in the fog have disappeared, and the earth is silent, indescribably lonely and empty.

Yang Qing said: "He is a divine flower? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"When he talks like that, you seem to be out of luck in the future."

"Yes."

"You're not afraid at all?"

"I'm too lazy to be afraid."

"Isn't the killer in Wanhualou terrifying?"

Silent without life.

It stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Yang Qing said: "Are you really not afraid at all? ”

Silent without life.

Carry her and leave.

The gusts of autumn wind passed, and the resentful eyes looked extremely tired and disgusted, and the body seemed to be trembling slightly.

He quietly looked into the distance, and the lifeless in the distance slowly walked towards him.

Standing seven feet in front of him like a lifeless stone statue, his eyes poked at him like spearheads, and said, "How are you?" ”

Resentful Flower said: "Okay." ”

"Can you fight me?"

"That's it."

"Please."

"Please."

Wusheng put Yang Qing down, and then stood like a stone statue, waiting.

In everyone's opinion, resentful flowers are extremely irritable, easy to anger, and will definitely mess up when they shoot, and the chaos makes people want to vomit.

The resentful flower suddenly spun like a top, and the two swords also turned, floating towards the lifeless.

Drifting away like a light smoke.

The sword light in the hand of the resentful flower was obviously much smaller, but it was more calm.

Resentful Flower said: "Are you sure you can escape my sword move?" ”

"Are you comfortable like this?"

"It's fine."

"I'm a little dizzy when I see it, can you not get dizzy?"

The resentful flower gritted her teeth, suddenly stopped turning, and glared angrily at Wusheng.

He couldn't help but bite the lifeless to death.

The shuriken shone brightly, the body fluttered, and twenty swords had been swung.

"I'll see how long you can hide."

As he spoke, the sword light in his hand became more urgent and faster.

There was already a smile in Wusheng's eyes. "Come here." ”

He swept up like smoke and drifted into the woods.

"I'm going to chop you up and feed the dogs."

Wusheng said: "Okay. ”

The sword light flickered, and the trees fell.

Konoha Xiao Xiao fell, and the sword aura was piercing.

Gritting his teeth, he was already gasping. The body seemed to have collapsed from the excessive swing of the sword, as if it was about to be weakened.

Wusheng said: "You can't do it? ”

The resentful flowers were silent.

The arrow shot at Wusheng like an arrow, and then suddenly swung the sword, and the sword light flashed.

The joy and joy in Wusheng's eyes intensified, and then he slowly retracted the gun, standing like a stone statue.

The resentful flower suddenly fell like dead flesh, and after shaking vigorously on the ground a few times, it calmed down.

Heaven and earth suddenly became silent, and it became even more lonely.

Wusheng stopped looking at him and walked out of the woods.

Stretching out his arm, Yang Qing suddenly jumped in.

Wusheng said: "Are you afraid that I will be killed by him?" ”

Yang Qing said: "Don't be afraid. ”

"You're not afraid?"

"Yes, because he can't kill you at all."