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The milky white color quietly appeared in the east, and the heavens and the earth gradually became bright and peaceful.

Even the biting cold wind became extremely transparent and pure.

The life of the main flower has long since passed, and the body appears extremely cold, stiff, and without a trace of vitality.

The snow-white hair was scattered at random, and when the cold wind passed, it kept shaking, shivering, and swaying, as if it were a lonely ghost, a walking corpse and a beast that was erratic in the middle of the night, writhing without direction or boundary, writhing indiscriminately.

Pieces of dead leaves fell to it, entangled for a while, and then drifted away cold-blooded and ruthless.

......。

The cloak fluttered gently, and blood dripped down.

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

The dark eyes have no emotion, they are empty, staring and poking into the distance, which is also the East.

A fresh, hazy, mysterious light appeared in the East, cold, lonely and without a trace of heat.

A fresh, hazy, mysterious figure also appeared, cold, lonely and without a trace of joy, the empty, lonely night could not break her body, nor could she knock him out mentally, although her belly was slightly bulging,......。

She turned out to be pregnant!

Her eyes were as fresh as dawn, hazy and mysterious, her body looked extremely delicate, thin and weak, her pale, fleshless cheeks seemed to have become bloodless due to excessive lack of nutrition, pale and almost transparent, close to death.

Her hair was extremely neat, just like her clothes, extremely neat, dignified and delicate.

Her steps are not big, but they are steady and slow.

She walked slowly, and slowly came over, and the beads on her head did not shake at all.

When the fresh, hazy and mysterious eyes stared at the lifeless, they suddenly became indescribably resentful, resentful, resentful.

She gritted her teeth gently, and her pale, transparent face was already twitching, twitching with anger and sadness.

The anger and sadness on her face did not affect her dignity and nobility, and her dignity and nobility seemed to be unaffected at any time.

She said: "The spear god is lifeless? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, straighter than the gun in his hand, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance like a spear, and the dawn in the distance gradually became thicker and more intense.

He didn't even look at her.

She said, "Are you still human? ”

"Yes."

"You can still catch your breath?"

"Yes."

"You can still talk?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to say now?"

Silent without life.

"Whatever you say, I'll listen to it, and I'll remember it."

Silent without life.

"This may be the last thing you say while you're alive."

Silent without life.

"So you have to say it well, it doesn't matter how much you say."

Silent without life.

"You can say it."

Silent without life.

The cold, biting cold wind swept through his body, as if there were still wisps of loneliness and emptiness in the darkness.

The cloak fluttered gently, and the blood on the head of the spear had long since dried, and it looked extremely dim, evil, and secluded in the light of dawn.

His people seem to be really made of stone, without a trace of emotion, as cold, hard, and stable as stone.

Yang Qing suddenly swept over from afar, dodging behind the lifeless body, holding the fluttering cloak, the gentle and brisk cloak.

Then she laughed, and laughed merrily, with great joy.

"I'll speak for him," she said. ”

"You can't speak for him."

"Why?"

"Because he is a gun god and has no life, you are a female Yang Qing."

Yang Qing smiled and said, "He won't say it." ”

"Why?"

"Because he's a gun god."

"You know why I want him to say it?"

"Don't know?"

The woman didn't speak, but slowly stretched out her hand, and suddenly there was an extra knife in her hand.

A thin, sharp, lightweight throwing knife.

The murderous and murderous aura gradually floated out from the flying knife.

She didn't move her hand, and the throwing knife suddenly disappeared, mysteriously and strangely.

The murderous and murderous aura suddenly disappeared.

The woman said lightly: "Amorous people, ruthless knives." ”

Yang Qing said: "You are also a flower?" ”

"Yes, I'm Relief Qionghua."

Yang Qing savored it carefully, and was also reading slowly, "Amorous people, ruthless knives, amorous people, ruthless knives......." ”

She tasted like she was crazy.

Qiong Hua said: "The gun god has no life? ”

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

Qiong Hua said: "You really have nothing to say. ”

Speechless, empty eyes, no emotion, empty nothing, staring and poking into the distance like a spear, only dawn in the distance, empty dawn, empty as if swallowed and submerged by his eyes.

Qiong Hua said: "Okay." ”

As she spoke, her hand seemed to move, but it didn't seem to move.

The knife flashed.

Wusheng's chest suddenly stuck a flying knife obliquely.

A thin, sharp, lightweight throwing knife.

Deadly throwing knives.

Deadly throwing knives.

Qiong Hua's eyes already had a smile in her eyes, and she smiled softly, staring at the flying knife.

The blade of the knife was cold and fluttering, and blood was dripping down.

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

The eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears, and there was a dawn in the distance, and the blood glistened in the twilight, cold, ruthless, and indifferent light.

The throwing knife slowly spat out and fell from his body, falling to the ground with blood "ding".

The smile on Qionghua's face suddenly stiffened and stiffened, and she said, "You ......." ”

Without saying a word, blood suddenly floated out.

Qiong Hua said: "Why don't you shoot?" ”

There was no speech, and the cold sweat on the forehead rolled down like beans.

Qionghua gritted her teeth, already gasping, she stared at Yang Qing with a pang, and said, "He is a spear god and a man." ”

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the extinction of the main flower.

Drops of tears fell suddenly, gusts of cold wind drifted by, crystal clear tears drifted away, scattered on snow-white hair, snow-white skin, snow-white clothes,......。

She kissed him on the cheek, indescribably gentle and affectionate.

Gently and affectionately touched his skin and eyes,......。

Qionghua slowly took out a jade plaque from his arms and held it high.

Then the hundreds of Persian bald slaves standing like stakes suddenly moved, and suddenly there came like a flood, standing like stakes, and parting like swallow's wings.

They didn't change in the slightest, their cold faces showed no expression, their bodies were upturned like snakes, and their eyes were glaring ahead like brass bells,......。

With their hands on their hips, motionless, gusts of cold wind drifted by, and pieces of fallen leaves floated on their bodies "fluttering", which did not affect them in the slightest, but added a little bit of evil energy, a little bit of soul dementoring.

It was as if nothing in heaven and earth could change anything for them.

The cold body was already stiff and cold, and the cold tears dripped on the jade plate, and the jade card slowly emitted light.

That kind of light was also cold, so cold that it was piercing and piercing.

Qionghua suddenly threw away the jade plate, and the jade card suddenly shattered.

The moment the jade plate shattered, the cold light of the Dao Dao suddenly appeared.

Morihan's sword light.

Forcing knife light.

A short knife light.

The stake-like hand came out, then vanished.

Straightforward, simple and fast.

When the sword light disappeared, their lives also disappeared.

Hundreds of Persian bald slaves suddenly fell, like stakes, without a trace of vitality, like stakes, motionless like stakes.

Gusts of cold wind drifted by, and pieces of fallen leaves fluttered on their bodies, and the bright, peaceful dawn not only did not bring them a trace of tenderness, as if it further fueled his evil energy, the evil energy of the dementor.

A gust of cold wind swept through Qionghua's eyes, the tears in them had long since dried up, and all that was left was resentment, resentment, and resentment, but she was still extremely dignified and noble, and nothing seemed to change it in the world.

He turned around and walked towards the Extinction Lordflower.

The main flower did not move, he could no longer move, and lay quietly.

She also lay quietly, feeling him quietly, slowly reminiscing about the bits and pieces of his life, bits and pieces of joy and happiness.

Gusts of cold wind drifted to her body, and it had turned into wisps of affection, gentle, amorous wind, and became indescribably romantic and delicate.

She was already gasping slowly, and her face suddenly flushed with a flush, an extremely comfortable and cheerful flush, and her eyes suddenly became indescribably happy and stimulated.

Then she put the main flower's hand on her chest, her firm, plump chest was twitching and trembling gently, her eyes were twitching and trembling gently, everything about her was twitching and trembling gently,......。

Just when her body twitched and trembled to the most violent and ferocious, she slowly closed her eyes, but stretched out her hand, and a flying knife suddenly appeared in her hand.

A thin, sharp, lightweight throwing knife.

Deadly throwing knives.

Deadly throwing knives.

The knife flashed and sank into her chest,......。

Floating like a light smoke, the internal force in his palm poured in from Qionghua's back frantically and ferociously, pouring in continuously.

Qionghua opened her eyes, and there was already a smile on her dignified and noble face.

She said, "Why did you save me? ”

There was no life, and the cold sweat on the corners of his forehead had rolled down like beans.

"You shouldn't save me."

Silent without life.

"What kind of person are you?"

Silent without life.

Qionghua was silent, already pondering.

I found out that I was a fool, and I only knew what kind of person the gun god was, but I didn't know what kind of person he was.

She couldn't figure out what kind of person she was.

Maybe it's not that she can't figure it out alone, and maybe there are really very few people who can figure it out.

She said: "No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. ”

Silent without life.

Qionghua said: "I can't do it anymore, can you talk to me." ”

Wusheng said: "Okay. ”

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you don't deserve to die yet."

"Why don't I deserve to die?"

"Because you will still shed tears, as long as a person still has tears, it means that there are still emotions, and people with emotions must have humanity, and as long as a person still has humanity, he should live."

Qionghua was silent, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

Wusheng was already gasping for breath and said: "This world is where people live, and where people live, there must be human taste, and the more human flavor, the better." ”

Qionghua was silent, and there were more tears.

"It would be a shame if someone like you died."

Qionghua was silent.

"If there are no people like you in the world, there will be no human taste, and the world without human touch will not be the world, but hell."

Qionghua was silent.

"You still have a human touch, so you shouldn't go to hell, that hell without a human touch."

Qionghua was silent.

"So you have to try to live and stay in the world, and that's where you should be."

Qionghua was silent, and suddenly collapsed, motionless.

His eyes closed tightly, but tears rolled out.

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

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

The distant dawn gradually became warm, and the earth gradually became warm and soft.

He sighed.

While one eye is staring at the dawn, the other is staring at the earth.

......。