The cold wind is like a knife, and the fog gradually disappears.

Heaven and earth suddenly became indescribably extremely cold and lonely.

Wusheng suddenly fell, struggling, gasping and rising, standing up like a stone statue, and then walking forward again,......。

There is a kind of person who will stand up like a stone statue and walk forward, whether it is suffering pain, torture, sorrow, ...... the fragments of the family, or the desert ...... of the loved ones.

Such people may be too few and too few, but they do exist.

The reason why there are so few and so little, perhaps God deliberately arranged it this way, that kind of life is really too miserable, too miserable, because what the world needs is happiness and joy.

......。

Wusheng struggled to his feet, standing upright like a stone statue, gasping and turning his head.

Yang Qing smiled, the smile became even stronger, revealing pain and sadness.

Wusheng said: "You can't laugh yet." ”

Yang Qing said: "Am I not laughing? ”

"A person's smile comes from the heart, and only when there is joy and joy in the heart, the one who laughs is the real smile."

Yang Qing nodded, this kind of knowledge is not something that can only be found in books.

"If you want to try a real smile, you have to find joy and joy in your heart, and the more you find, the better."

"So how can I find it?"

Nothing is silent, already gasping.

The blood that flowed from his shoulders was even more foul-smelling, nasty, unbearable, disgusting, and disgusting.

"This needs to be understood by yourself, and it is not something that can be understood by others."

"Then how do I get enlightened?"

There was no speech, and the wheezing sound was thicker.

Standing like a stone statue, its empty eyes staring into the distance.

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

Silent without life.

"If you smile, it's going to be fascinating."

Silent without life.

"I think there will be a lot of ladies whose hearts will be snatched away from you."

Silent without life.

"Maybe my heart will be taken away by you."

As she spoke, her face flushed, a flush that can only be found in the presence of a beloved person.

The cold wind was colder and more urgent, and the knife cut on the body was like a whip in hell to punish him for his sins and mistakes in the world in advance.

Wusheng said: "There are still flowers waiting for us in front." ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng's empty eyes stared at the wound, and he gasped and said, "I'm not sure I'll be alive." ”

Yang Qing was silent.

She was speechless, and she didn't know what to say.

Wusheng said: "I won't live long, can you understand what I mean?" ”

Yang Qing suddenly threw herself into his arms, her body already trembling.

Wusheng said: "I mean you have to learn to escape. ”

Yang Qing shook her head and said, "I won't escape." ”

"Why? Are you not afraid of death? ”

"Because you're not going to die, why should I run away." She wouldn't let him speak, and continued, "I believe you." ”

Speechless, sighing.

She looked up and smiled.

Wusheng said: "Why are you laughing? ”

"I'm laughing at you."

"What's so funny about me?"

"I laugh at you for not being romantic at all."

I don't know anything, and I don't understand.

"As the saying goes, people die under flowers, and ghosts are also romantic."

Silent without life.

"If you go above or below like this, you won't be able to report for duty."

Silent without life.

"If you go, it's in vain, you have to learn to be merry first."

Silent without life. Wheezing and leaving.

At the foot of the mountain sat a man.

Pitch-black clothes, holding a pitch-black knife in his arms, but his eyes are even darker.

When he saw Wusheng coming, he suddenly stood up, stood coldly, stared coldly, and coldly held the knife in his hand.

There was already a smile on the cold, ruthless face, sneering, cold and surprised.

The pale hands were upturned like snakes, as if they had been cocked by mysterious, strange excessive lust.

The lifeless stone statue stood seven feet above him, straighter than the gun in his hand.

This man stared at Wusheng coldly, and coldly slapped the knife in his hand four times.

Wusheng said: "Silent ice flower? ”

Binghua nodded.

He slapped it first, and then three more times.

Wusheng said: "You say I'm good? ”

Binghua smiled.

His smile seemed to be the eternal ice peak of the Ice Peak, not only to freeze the other party's body to death, but also to freeze the other party's soul to death.

He gave a thumbs up, nodded, clapped twice, paused, and clapped twice.

Wusheng said: "You want to kill me? ”

Binghua nodded.

Wusheng said: "Please." ”

Binghua laughed and pounced, a flash of swords.

Wusheng suddenly fell, his leg had an extra cut, and blood was already gushing out frantically from the bloody hole.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Binghua stared at him coldly, stared at him coldly and stood up, stared coldly at him standing up like a stone statue.

Then he smiled coldly and waved his knife coldly, and the knife flashed.

Wusheng fell, and there was an extra cut in his other leg, and the bloody wound was bleeding again, gushing out of frenzied and excited.

He struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue, and said, "You still don't want to kill me?" ”

Binghua nodded coldly.

Wusheng said: "Are you usually very lonely?" ”

Binghua nodded coldly.

Wusheng said: "So you don't want to kill me early." ”

Binghua nodded coldly.

Wusheng said: "It's easy for you to be unlucky like this." ”

Binghua stared at him coldly, waiting.

Wusheng said: "You don't believe it? ”

Binghua nodded, laughed, and with a flash of swords, she sank into her lifeless body.

Laughing and staring at Wusheng falling, he drew the knife, only to find that what he was holding was only a broken knife.

The love knife that accompanied him from birth to death was cut off alive by the lifeless body.

His smile froze and froze to death.

He gritted his teeth, but suddenly he saw the lifeless gun dripping with blood.

Wusheng struggled to his feet, standing upright like a stone statue, his hollow eyes poking him like a spear, as if to poke him to death.

Binghua screamed and fell, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in her chest, a bloody hole, and blood gushed out wildly and violently.

He fell to the ground, twitching, trembling, and then stopped moving.

Wusheng looked at Yang Qing behind him and said, "Why don't you run away?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I can't escape. ”

"Why?"

"If I escape, you may die by his knife."

"You ......."

"Just because I didn't leave, you forced yourself not to die, and if I leave, you ......."

Silent and standing like a stone statue.

The eyes were hollow, and the head of a spear poked in front of him, as if he wanted to poke everything in front of him to death.