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There was no wind, and the room seemed extremely quiet and lonely.

The filament of the oil lamp in the corner of the house floated, not only looking weak and depressed, as if it was still deeply mourning and saying goodbye to the death of a generation of famous clans.

The lifeless stone statue stood in front of the oil lamp, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes stared at the oil lamp like a spear, and were silent.

He seemed to be quietly listening to the loneliness and emptiness of the oil lamp, the slightest torment and torture.

He didn't want to look at the Phantom Blossom again, just as he didn't want to face the beliefs and pursuits of her warriors, whose beliefs and pursuits were victory and defeat, that is, life and death, and nothing else.

And what about himself?

Isn't it more unacceptable and difficult to face than the beliefs and pursuits of the samurai?

He didn't even have faith or pursuit, no joy and passion brought by victory and defeat, no sense of joy and sorrow of life and death, ...... the joy and sorrow of life and death.

Without these in a person's body, what is left?

The oil lamp was speechless.

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared at his eyes, empty eyes, without a trace of emotion.

She said, "Isn't there the spirit of a samurai?" ”

Silent without life.

She said, "She asked you, is she going to kill you?" Or was it killed by you? ”

Silent without life.

She said, "If you defeat her, she's dead, isn't it?" ”

Silent without life.

She said: "Is she only victorious, and victory is living, isn't it?" ”

Silent without life.

She said, "Isn't failure death?" ”

Silent without life.

She said: "Then their obsession is too heavy. ”

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing gently stroked the bleeding claw marks on her chest, and kissed them gently, the pity in her eyes became stronger, and she said, "Isn't it painful?" ”

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Yang Qing said: "You wait a minute. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to carry a lamp, I'm afraid of the dark."

Walking out of this room, the palace outside seems to be darker, more lonely and empty.

Yang Qing said: "Are we going out?" ”

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

The empty eyes seemed to be darker than those in the palace, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

In the distance, there is nothing but darkness or darkness, no wind, no light, nothing but loneliness and loneliness.

He said: "Out is not out, out is out." ”

Yang Qing said: "Then where are we going?" ”

He said, "To go is not to go, and not to go is to go." ”

Yang Qing said: "I don't understand. ”

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing stared at the darkness, a look of panic and fear flashed in her eyes, and her body was already twitching.

Wusheng said: "Do you feel something?" ”

Yang Qing's voice was already twitching, and she said, "Yes, I don't know why this is happening. ”

Wusheng said: "Your body is smarter than your brain." ”

Yang Qing said: "I don't understand. ”

Wusheng said: "Your body has already sensed the danger, so there is a change. ”

Yang Qing said: "You mean that my body has learned to perceive?" ”

Speechless, already nodding.

Her eyes were already twitching, twitching and staring at lifelessness.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand, his eyes hollow, hollow and terrifying to her.

She couldn't help but touch the gun in Wusheng's hand, it was also twitching violently, she was startled, and suddenly let go of her hand, already gasping, a gasp of excessive panic and excessive fear.

Wusheng said: "Are you trying to say something?" ”

She nodded, realizing that her tongue was twitching.

Wusheng said: "You can try to say it slowly, word by word. ”

Yang Qing said: "Why is your gun shaking so fiercely?" ”

Wusheng said: "Because it's the same as your body, it feels dangerous." ”

"But it's only made of iron, so why is it ......?"

"We're just flesh, what we can do, why can't it?"

"But it's lifeless."

"It's alive, but you don't know how to notice it."

"I'm so stupid, I don't understand anything."

"To understand is not to understand, and not to understand is to understand."

"You ......."

"You have to learn to understand, to understand sincerely, and to understand ethereal."

"Do you want to be ruthless, unrighteous, joyless, resentful, loveless, and hateless?"

"Almost."

Yang Qing was already wheezing, and her wheezing was also twitching.

She feels that if she goes to enlightenment like this, she is not human, she will have no human taste, she will not be able to taste the sweetness and happiness ...... in the world.

She felt as if she was going crazy, and before she could go crazy, her body suddenly calmed down.

Completely calm down, calm and steady.

Wusheng said: "It seems that your body is really much smarter than your brain. ”

Not far away, butterflies fluttered and fluttered, ripping snow white.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, straighter than the gun in his hand, and his eyes stared and poked at the waves of snow white like spears.

I couldn't tell what it was.

Yang Qing's body calmed down, but her thoughts were twitching, and the cold sweat on her forehead couldn't help but roll down.

The waves of snow white seem to be people, and they seem to be ghosts; It seems to be a ghost, and it seems to be a monster; As if it were a god, and as if it was a devil; As if it were nothing, and as if it were nothing.

Wusheng said: "You don't just use your eyes to see, because what your eyes see is sometimes an illusion, and you have to learn to feel it in other places." ”

Yang Qing said: "I feel scared. ”

Speechless, already sighing.

His eyes stared at and poked at the waves of snow white, as if he wanted to stab them alive on the ground.

"Finally made me wait for you."

"Then I'm going to congratulate you."

"Yes, you should congratulate me."

"Congratulations to face to face, so that it can be more sincere."

"You still don't think it's good for me."

"Why?"

"I'm a beauty, you better don't look at me."

"Why?"

"Because when you see me, you just think about sleeping with me, and then think about what to do, and you're not in the mood to fight and kill."

"Are you really that beautiful?"

"Many perverts in the rivers and lakes have died in my hands, and they didn't know how to die when they died."

"They all saw your face?"

"Yes, so they're all dead."

"Are you a dancing butterfly?"

The waves of snow white trembled, and suddenly turned into a person, a woman.

An indescribable beautiful woman.

God created her as if to bring lovesickness, distress, loneliness, emptiness, and madness to men.

Every inch of her body seemed to have been meticulously and precisely carved, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, neither big nor small, neither thick nor thin,......。

This is the ideal beauty of most normal men, and even in their dreams, they may not be able to meet it,......。

There shouldn't be such a beautiful beauty in the world.

It's so beautiful that it's hard to believe it's real.

She was just standing quietly and proudly not far away, and there seemed to be a slight displeasure on her face.

is also quietly gazing at the lifeless, staring at the lifeless everything.

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

His eyes were empty and without a trace of emotion, staring and poking at Butterfly Flower like a spear, as if he wanted to poke her to death.

While he poked her face with one eye, the other was poking at her chest; While one eye was poking at her chest, the other was poking at his crotch.

The red lips had turned slightly white with anger, and Butterfly said, "What do you mean?" ”

Yang Qing looked at the bottom of Wusheng, and the distress on her face became even stronger.

Wusheng said: "You don't look good." ”

Butterfly said: "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "Since you are here, why don't Fu Yao Shouhua come out?" ”

The butterfly flower turned into a bobo snow white dance, and when she danced, there was a sudden sound of flute.

Xiao Le is neither high-pitched nor low-pitched; neither hears nor wears of hearing; There is neither joy nor sadness .......

The butterfly dance is charming, and the flute music ripples.

Dance and dance.

At this time, no one can tell whether the butterfly dance is charming with Xiao Le, or Xiao Le ripples with the butterfly dance, and it seems that the dance and music have become one, reaching the realm of no Xiao and no dance.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, she was powerless to control herself.

Her body and soul seemed to have been torn apart and torn apart by this dance.

Suddenly I was dizzy.

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

The eyes stared and poked ahead like spearheads, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the sound of a flute or a butterfly dance.

The green tendons on his arms slowly cocked like a poisonous snake, as if they had been aroused alive by some mysterious and strange violent temptation.

Butterfly said: "Gun God? ”

Wusheng said: "I'm still alive." ”

Butterfly said: "How is it?" ”

Wusheng said: "You should really go to the brothel and perform well, the rich people there will definitely have a good show." ”

The butterfly flowers are silent, and the dance is more charming.

The sound of the flute also became more and more rippling.

Diehua said: "Do you feel the feeling of tearing your soul?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Butterfly said: "Isn't it very strong?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Diehua said: "Are you about to lose it?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Diehua said: "Do you feel like you're about to die?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Butterfly smiled and said, "What are you going to die like?" ”

Wusheng said: "You can do anything." ”

Butterfly Flower spared him fluttering and charming, and said, "You really can't move?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Diehua said: "Is it time to kill you now?" ”

Wusheng said: "It seems to be." ”

Butterfly smiled.

In the laughter, the sound of the flute was silent, and the butterfly dance stopped.

A flash of light suddenly flashed from the snow-white bobo.

Knife light.

The sword flashed, and the sword wind swung, rushing towards the lifeless body.

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

The sword light was gone, the knife wind disappeared, and Butterfly fell not far away, screaming: "I'm going to kill you." ”

She suddenly turned into a wave of snow white and pounced on lifeless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, straighter than the gun in his hand, as if he hadn't seen it, as if he didn't bother to look at it.

Butterfly suddenly held the lifeless thigh and gnawed hard, like a hungry dog gnawing on a bone, indescribably ferocious and vicious.

Wusheng reached out and grabbed her, as if grabbing a handful of shepherd's cabbage, and threw her far away.

The butterfly flower is already gasping.

Nothingness is already sighing.

He said, "Shouhua? ”

There was no sound, and a knife suddenly stretched out from the ground, swinging and rolling towards Wusheng.

The knife was so unexpected, too sudden, too fast, too fast to believe, and there was no time to believe it.

Shouhua was already laughing, laughing madly and triumphantly.

Just when he saw the lifeless spear dripping with blood, his smile suddenly froze and froze to death.

He covered his bleeding chest, floated not far away, gritted his teeth and struggled to blow Xiao.

The sound of the flute burst out, and there was only one sound.

The butterfly flower suddenly fell and did not move.

Wusheng suddenly fell, already gasping, and said, "What a powerful flute sound." ”

He gritted his teeth, picked up Yang Qing, stood upright like a stone statue, stared at and poked Shouhua like a spear, and said, "You don't even let go of butterfly flowers?" ”

Shouhua gasped and said: "The flute is ruined, so why should the dance stay." ”

He fell limply, motionless.

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, gasping and struggling to get back to his feet.

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

The empty eyes stared and poked into the distance like spearheads, and the distance was pitch black, desperate and devastating.