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The square room is two feet horizontally and vertically.

There was a huge oil pan hanging high all over the room, the fire was shining and overflowing, and there was no darkness in the room.

There is no darkness, more dead silence.

The fire in the oil pan was writhing and flickering.

Some of the words on the paper are laughing, some are crying, some are sad, some are sad,......。

Yang Qing gasped, jumped out of Wusheng's arms, walked in front of the idiot, touched the pen lightly, and suddenly retracted, and said, "That pen seems to be ......." ”

Wusheng said: "Does it feel like there is life?" ”

Yang Qing nodded.

Speechless, already sighing.

Sighing and turning away.

Yang Qing suddenly pulled his cloak and said, "He's so pitiful." ”

Wusheng nodded, turned around slowly, and waved his hand gently.

The oil pot hanging above the crazy flower suddenly fell, fell on the body, the body suddenly burned, the pen was also burning, everything here was already burning.

Yang Qing quietly looked at everything in the room, silent, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

She said, "Let me watch it for a while, just a moment." ”

Speechless, he stopped, nodding his head.

Standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, his empty eyes staring and poking into the distance.

There was darkness in the distance, no light to be seen, no darkness to be touched.

The words on the paper are smiling, cheerful, sad, sad, sad...... They have not changed anything because they are about to die.

What they were when they appeared, and what they were when they died, as if no twists and turns or turmoil could shake their own nature, and it was also bloody.

Wusheng slowly turned around and closed his eyes, unwilling to look again.

Yang Qing said: "Why don't you take a look." ”

Wusheng said: "To see is not to watch, and not to look is to watch." ”

"It's a pity that the words on the paper."

Silent without life.

"One horizontal is worth five hundred taels of gold, and a horizontal hook is worth fifteen hundred taels of gold, which is really a pity."

Silent without life.

"It's good to be able to see it at a glance, but this trace is hard to find for thousands of years."

Speechless, already sighing.

"Can you see with your eyes closed?"

Wusheng sighed longer and said, "The Yellow Spring is lonely and long, and even if it is burned out, it will be empty. ”

"The Yellow Spring is lonely and long, and even if it is burned, it is empty. The Yellow Spring is lonely and long, and even if it is burned, it is empty. ......。 ”

Yang Qing slowly savored the artistic conception in it, and the sadness in her eyes was even stronger.

Wusheng said: "We should go." ”

He slowly stretched out his hand, and Yang Qing jumped in.

Yang Qing said: "With these handwritings with him, maybe there will be no loneliness on Huangquan Road." ”

Silent without life.

"So you can also write poetry?"

Silent without life.

"Have you read a lot of books?"

Silent without life.

"What books have you read?"

Speechless, already sighing.

He turned, standing as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, nothing in them. Staring and poking into the distance like a gun, there is darkness in the distance, a lonely, empty, maddening darkness.

Then he walked into the darkness and became one with the darkness.

Loneliness, emptiness ripples.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing and walked like this, all the time.

It was as if they were swallowed and drowned by darkness, enduring loneliness and emptiness. It is as if conquering and possessing the darkness, enjoying loneliness and emptiness.

......。

No sound, no wind, no light.

They seem to be walking in ink, the ink that makes people prostrate, desperate, and rushed.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped out of her lifeless arms, lying on the ground and vomiting, not only did she vomit the food in her stomach, but the tears in her eyes also flowed out.

The boundless, never-ending darkness, she seemed to be going crazy and prostrating, she could only force herself, she could only try to force herself not to collapse.

She clutched her cloak tightly, gasping, twitching, and shaking.

"I ......."

As soon as her words came out, she was swallowed up and drowned out alive by loneliness and emptiness.

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

Yang Qing shook her cloak, she was powerless and could no longer speak.

Wusheng turned around, silent, already sighing.

Yang Qing suddenly threw herself into his arms, clinging to his body, her chest twitching and undulating,......。

She couldn't tell the tears, snot, saliva, sour ...... on his chest.

She forced herself to work hard word by word and said, "Hold me." ”

Speechless, already sighing.

He slowly hugged her, using neither light nor heavy force.

Waiting for the twitching of her body to slowly calm down, she said, "Are you scared again?" ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Silent without life.

He slowly picked her up, standing like a stone statue, and walked forward, where there was only darkness, disgusting, disgusting darkness.

Yang Qing gasped and stared at the lifeless eyes, his eyes were darker than the darkness.

She said, "Are you a man?" ”

Silent without life.

"Have you ever had a woman?"

Silent without life.

"You ......."

Silent without life.

"I'm going to be your woman."

Speechless, already sighing.

"I would be the best woman I could be."

As she spoke, she kissed his face, his neck, his ears tenderly, ...... him.

Perhaps a woman's love in the dark, in the darkness of loneliness, emptiness, madness, and nausea, is not only strong and fierce, but also purer and more real.

This time may be the most fragile, charming, and charming time for a woman, and it may also be the most moving and amorous time in a woman's life.

If you meet such a woman in the dark night when facing yourself, please hold her in your arms and give her more sweetness and pleasure, so that there will be no loss to you, let alone any harm.

......。

Wusheng gently placed her on the ground, which was cold, stiff, and wet.

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

Yang Qing said: "You ......." ”

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing said: "I ......." ”

Wusheng suddenly interrupted her words and said, "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. ”

Yang Qing was silent, and suddenly smiled.

Wusheng said: "You have to see yourself clearly, see everything clearly, and then you know what you want." ”

Yang Qingjiao smiled and said nothing, she touched her face, which was already hot.

Wusheng said: "You have to calm down and look at it well, not only to see, but also to understand." ”

Yang Qing jumped into his arms, silent, and smiled even more.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, then pushed open a door.

There was a man and a knife in the room.

No life entered, standing like a stone statue.

There was no lamp in the house, but there was light.

Knife light.

The sword is shining, and the slightest flicker.

There was no wind, and his hair was already swaying gently.

His person seemed to be flickering, flashing with a compelling murderous intent, a compelling murderous aura, and a compelling killing intent.

And the man stood still, not moving, and not speaking.

Wusheng put Yang Qing down and said, "Although a dark place is lonely and empty, it is not completely dangerous, and sometimes it is much safer than a bright place. ”

Yang Qing said: "We can go back and go somewhere else." ”

"If you go back, you don't go back, and if you don't go back, you go back."

"That guy doesn't seem to be a good guy."

"Good is bad, bad may be good."

"What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just wait for me."

"You have to come over quickly, I really ......."

"True is false, false is true, you have to recognize yourself and know yourself."

Yang Qing was silent, lowered her head, and tears burst out of her eyes and flowed out.

Silence, put her in the dark, and close the door.

So she was slowly swallowed and overwhelmed by the darkness.

She suddenly collapsed, as if she had collapsed and collapsed,......。

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

Empty eyes stared at and poked at this man like spears, as if they wanted to stab him alive on the ground.

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

The man's body was already twitching and trembling slightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared coldly at Wusheng.

His gaze was colder and brighter than the light of the sword, and lonelier and more empty than the darkness.

Wusheng said: "Wake up and complain about the lonely flower? ”

Lone Flower said: "Yes." ”

"Your resentment has awakened?"

"Yes."

"Is there really no resentment?"

"Yes."

"There's no emotion left?"

"Yes."

"Why are you lonely and empty?"

The lonely flower was silent.

staring coldly at lifeless, staring coldly at lifeless guns, lifeless eyes.

Pitch-black guns, pitch-black eyes.

Lone Flower said: "The gun god has no life? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"Are you really a gun god?"

"Yes"

"The god of guns?"

"Yes."

"A god without a trace of emotion?"

"Yes"

"Why aren't you in hell?"

Silent without life.

The lonely flower was silent.

At the end of the words is the knife in their hands, the gun in their hands, that is, the duel, is life and death.

Knife swing.

The body is fluttering, and the blade is shining.

The eyes are cold, and the sword is bright.

The lonely flower suddenly waved seven knives, the knife qi was swinging, and the knife intent was longitudinal.

It flickered like a light smoke, just under the light of the knife and in the aura of the knife.

There was no light in the room, but it was brighter, more dazzling, more flickering, colder, and colder than the light.

The cold, hard walls slowly slipped down in the light of the sword, and the wisps of dust floated up, swaying and swinging, floating and bleak, and in the lonely and empty night, it seemed like a ghost in hell, a resentment from excessive pain and excessive sadness.

Yang Qing clung to the earth, cold, hard and damp.

What he thinks about is lifeless, calm, stable and upright.

She was also praying softly to the earth, and when she prayed for the earth, her body was pressed by the door panel, and she was pressed to death.

She prayed, but she didn't know what she was talking about,......。

Lone Flower said: "The gun god has no life? ”

Wusheng said: "I'm still alive." ”

"You haven't shot yet?"

"Yes, I haven't shot yet."

The sword light is colder, and the figure is more urgent.

Guhua gritted her teeth and said coldly: "Isn't my knife still able to make you shoot?" ”

"No, you can't."

"I can't?"

"Yes, although your sword intent is no resentment or hatred, but you have not yet achieved ruthlessness and lovelessness, it's a pity that your feelings are too heavy and your killing thoughts are not pure."

Guhua suddenly stood far away, the green tendons on her forehead couldn't help twitching, and she said coldly: "You ......." ”

The lifeless stone statue stood not far away, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, stared at and poked the lonely flower like a spear, and said: "I don't want to kill you, you can go and live well, cut off the love thoughts, and the killing thoughts will naturally be pure." ”

Guhua stared at Wusheng coldly, and said coldly: "You don't want to kill me? ”

Without saying a word, he walked towards Yang Qing, lifted the door panel, and picked her up.

Guhua said coldly: "You really don't want to kill me? ”

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

The empty eyes are already staring and poking into the distance.

He didn't want to look at Lone Flower again, and walked into the distance, into the darkness.

Lone Flower stood coldly, the blade gradually becoming dim and hazy, hazy like a cold dream.

Lonely, empty, cold dreams.

He had slowly walked into the dream, just as the sword light had submerged into his body,......。