The chivalrous flower floated out.

Tables, stools, chopsticks, steamed buns, and red ...... in the snow all floated out.

No one stopped it, no one dared to stop it, everyone just wanted this darkness to float away.

When this darkness drifts away, there seems to be light and warmth here.

Without wind, this pitch black flutter is not fast and elegant, but it is more strange and strange than when there is wind.

Wusheng didn't see it, as if he didn't bother to look at it.

Standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, his hollow eyes staring and poking at the front like a spear.

The ripples of the lake in front of me gently lap against the shore, and the rhythm is like a heartbeat in the stomach.

That mysterious and soft sense of rhythm, as if it has its own life, is quietly and tirelessly living.

He walked to the grass and put Yang Qing on it, and he suddenly fell down, gasping for breath.

The withered yellow grass is not as delicate and delicate as in spring and summer, slim and elegant, and has long lost its original passion and vitality, and it seems indescribably extremely withered and depressed, but it is extremely soft, soft as a lover's eyes, lonely and empty eyes.

His body was pressed against the grass, the man was already wheezing, his breath seemed extremely weak, he seemed to be unable to stand up, unable to stand up.

Yang Qing didn't move, lying softly, as if she couldn't move anymore, as if she had lost her life.

His hand was already groping, so Yang Qing sat up, and then he leaned his hand on her back.

White smoke slowly rose from her back, swaying and swaying.

The thicker the white smoke, the thicker his wheezing, the tighter his teeth, and the more his body twitched.

His hand was on her back, and it was fiercer and stronger than the pain that came from reaching into a fire pit or a pan of oil.

There was no wind, and the smoke was even thicker, as thick as the clouds in the Heavenly Court Sacred Pool, indescribably mysterious and peculiar.

She gradually gained vitality and vitality.

The corners of his mouth were already dripping with blood from the exertion, and he wailed as if it were the end of the beast's life, indescribable powerlessness and sorrow.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked back at Wusheng, her eyes already shining with light and tears.

Her mouth twitched, and she wanted to say something, but she never said it.

Wusheng gasped, struggled to get up, and suddenly fell again.

It was as if he could no longer stand up, and he could not stand up.

Yang Qing helped him up, she helped him up like the girl who helped her lover, and there was an indescribable apology in her heart.

He stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking ahead like a spear.

There was only smoke ahead.

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing three men and three knives.

"Are you a spear god without life?"

Wusheng nodded.

"You're still alive?"

Wusheng nodded.

"You're probably going to die, aren't you?"

Wusheng nodded.

"But we're not going to let you die so easily."

Lifeless, empty eyes stared at them like spearheads, poking at them.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want you to die by our sword."

"This is a great benefit to you?"

"I don't have to explain this to you."

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter much to you."

Silent without life.

They are right, the benefits are theirs, it doesn't matter to them, and they don't have to say anything to themselves.

Yang Qing held his cloak, her heart was already panicking.

He may have consumed more internal force than she imagined, and the internal injuries must have been extremely serious, so heavy that it might not take much strength to bring him down.

The three knives were already laughing.

Smiled and pulled out the knife, and then the smile on his face suddenly stiffened and died.

Suddenly, the three of them were bound tightly by a whip, like pigs, and remained motionless.

One person just stayed not far away.

Blood-red robes, pale hands.

His eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, but they were wide open.

stared at the three knives coldly, and said coldly: "Do you know who he is?" ”

The hand holding the knife suddenly let go, the knife "ding" fell to the ground, and the cold sweat on the forehead had rolled off.

"The gun god is lifeless."

"Did you know that his life was already being served?"

The three of them didn't speak, but they shook their heads.

"So your ears are not good, and it is natural that you will die young."

The two knives gritted their teeth and glared at him, the knives raised, and then they suddenly broke in two.

The man who did not hold the knife was already lying on the ground vomiting, and he vomited all the food in his stomach, and tears and snot flowed out.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the flower in the Wanhua Building."

"Flowers?"

"Yes, Bloodthirsty Cloudflower."

"You ......."

Yunhua didn't listen to him, and didn't bother to listen, staring coldly at him and breaking it in two.

The blood "poof" flowed out, and everything suddenly flowed out slowly, and looking at the ground it was easy to think of the fish-killing vendors, the garbage that was poured out after killing the fish, and the bloody garbage.

Yang Qing's stomach was already twitching.

She couldn't face it, gasping and closing her eyes, slowly squatting, but she couldn't spit anything.

Silent without life.

Yunhua was silent.

None of them seem to be people who like to grind their teeth, and people who don't like to grind their teeth usually like and are keen to do it.

The hand is the whip in the hand, the gun in the hand.

There was no wind, and the fallen leaves floated up, drifted away, and drifted into the distance.

It was as if they had been controlled by some mysterious force, and then mysteriously floated away.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand, and there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, not a trace of serious injury.

His eyes stared at and poked Yunhua like a gun, as if he wanted to poke Yunhua to death, poke to death on the ground.

Yunhua didn't move, her eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, red fluttering, staring coldly at lifeless, staring at everything lifeless.

He carefully stared from his head to his feet.

Dark eyes, pale face.

Pale arms, pitch-black guns.

Yunhua gradually smiled.

He didn't look much better when he smiled than he didn't, his yellow teeth were twitching, and the wrinkles on his face were extremely soft, soft like a whip in his hand, a snake-like whip, indescribably agile, changeable, evil, and strange.

Seeing the wrinkles and writhing on his face, it is easy to think of snakes swimming in the grass by the river.

He smiled, as if he had a good time.

His eyes were swimming on Wusheng's body again.

He didn't speak, and he didn't move.

The whip in his hand was already writhing slightly, and it kept writhing.

Writhing and floating, swaying, as if a red ribbon waved in the hand of a girl, indescribably wonderful, light and mysterious.

The whip swung and gently touched the lifeless body, and the gentle swing suddenly turned into a violent twitch.

The joy in Yunhua's eyes also twitched violently.

Maybe he is still a flower, not a wood, all he still has something to say, and he only has one thing to say.

"With you, I have a silver ticket, and with a silver ticket, I can do anything, and I can go crazy with anything."

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

The whip pushed Yang Qing away hard, and he tied Wusheng one after another, and tied him to death like a pig.

Yunhua's body still didn't move, and Wusheng had floated gently with the whip and floated past.

It was as if the whip had been cursed with an incomprehensible, an unimaginable and unbelievable force.

The smile on Yunhua's face became even stronger.

At this moment, a cloud of darkness floated over, and a flash of light flashed when it floated over.

Sword light.

The sword light flashed, and the whip suddenly broke, no longer writhing, and fell to the ground motionless.

The sword slowly sheathed, and the night swayed gently.

There is no wind, but it is lighter, more energetic, stranger and more mysterious than the wind swaying.

The smile on Yunhua's face suddenly stiffened, and the wrinkles that twisted suddenly stiffened and died.

The whip suddenly retracted, and his blood-red eyes stared coldly at Xia Hua, and his nose was already twitching.

"You're crazy."

Xia Hua is silent, and now it seems to be the same as in a restaurant.

The chopsticks were on the table, and they were not used, and the steamed buns were wrenched into two petals, and the snow was red in them.

Slender, soft and tender white hands, indescribable ecstasy, indescribable temptation,......。

The hand gradually disappeared, and the mouth was eating steamed buns again.

It's very quiet, but it's also very erratic.

Yunhua stared at Xia Hua coldly.

If a person's eyes could bite people, Xia Hua might have become like a dog gnawing.

"What do you mean?"

Xia Hua had finished eating a steamed bun, and slowly clapped his hands before speaking.

"It's boring."

"What does it mean?"

"It's boring, it's not interesting."

Yunhua stood still, her face so angry that she couldn't say ruddy and bright.

"You're good."

The chivalrous flower was silent.

"What do you want?"

The chivalrous flower was silent.

"The man is already in my hands, what do you call it?"

"It's called morality."

"What morality?"

"First come, first served."

"You ......."

"I came first, so you can only watch from the sidelines, and you can't help it."

Yunhua was silent, and the qi in her nose twitched even more violently.

Xia Hua was silent.

They don't seem to have anything to say.

If you don't have anything to say, do you have to do it, the guy in your hand, go to ask for the other party's life, or ask for your own life.

There was no wind, and before the fallen leaves touched the ground, they drifted away and drifted into the distance.

Heaven and earth suddenly became extremely quiet and gloomy, and indescribably extremely depressed and cold.

Yang Qing quietly held the cloak, her face turned pale.

She had no idea what it was like.

"What are they doing here?"

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and there was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes. Staring and poking into the distance like a gun.

There was still no wind in the distance, as if it was quieter and more gloomy than here.

The cloak fluttered gently, and a dead leaf fell on it, and some flew up and drifted into the distance.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged his body.

Her stone-like body was already twitching, her heart trembling, and her stomach contracting.

"How could you ......."

Wusheng is already wheezing.

"Don't worry, just wait."

Yang Qing nodded, but she didn't stand quietly, everything here didn't seem to have anything to do with her.

She suddenly walked to the table, didn't even look at the chivalrous flower, took a steamed bun, pulled open the two petals, and there was a little snow red in it, so she retreated and hid behind the lifeless body.

Wusheng stretched out his hand, and Yang Qing put his hand up.

His whole body was twitching, but his hands were extremely calm, calm and steady.

"You eat well, eat slowly, this is by no means the last meal."

"I'll eat it slowly, and I'm sure it's never the last meal."

She ate it seriously, and gave the steamed buns to Wusheng to eat seriously.

Wusheng didn't refuse, and he didn't bother to refuse.

"You're getting smarter."

"Will you like me?"

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

Pitch-black eyes stared and poked ahead.

The winter color is thick and the chill is fluttering.

The two flowers were already swaying and fluttering, fighting, dying, bleeding, there was no wind, their blood petals were dancing, Xiao Xiao fluttering.

The sword light of the chivalrous flower flies, and the body is fluttering.

"You're going to kill me?"

The figure of the cloud flower is vertical, the whip is fluttering, and it is high and low, and it is high and low, and it is in front and back, and it is left and right, and it is always long, ...... is short.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing, his eyes stared coldly at the Xia Hua, staring at the Xia Hua in a dark and flickering cloud, fluttering, dodging, and struggling under the long whip.

The cold eyes gradually aroused indescribable pleasure and cruelty.

The chivalrous flowers fluttered more urgently, and the body seemed to be a demon in the night, a demon that could not be groped.

Even demons get tired sometimes, just as Xia Hua is now gasping for breath.

"Do you know what the consequences of killing me are?"

"I don't want to know."

"I'll be out of luck if you kill me."

"Yes."

"You're not afraid at all?"

"I don't have to be afraid."

"You're not afraid of Wanhua going out of the building?"

"I'll hide, hide far away, find a place where no one is inhabited, and be happy."

Xia Hua gritted her teeth, suddenly stopped, motionless, and the whip was suddenly wrapped alive, like a girl in love, entangling her lover hard.

Yunhua smiled, gritted her teeth, and grinded slightly, as if she was very happy, and one of Xiahua's arms was suddenly broken.

The pitch-black mass was suddenly dyed with blood red, so red that it was indescribably weird and mysterious.

Xia Hua was silent, not moving, already gasping.

Wheezing and floating, floating towards Yunhua, floating towards the short knife in Yunhua's hand.

The short knife waved, the cold wind fluttered, and the smile on his face fluttered.

When the sword light swooped down on Xia Hua's chest, a sword light suddenly flew away and floated by.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the smile on his face disappeared.

The muscles on Yunhua's face suddenly stiffened, hard as iron stone, her pupils slowly contracted, staring coldly at Xia Hua, coldly gasping for breath.

"How could you ......."

Xia Hua fell to the ground, as if she could not stand up.

"Didn't you think of it?"

"Yes."

"Actually, the reason is very simple."

"What is the reason?"

"You're not afraid of Wanhua going out of the building, I'm scary."

"It turned out that I deliberately let me hurt you first, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then you kill me again, in that case, even if Wanhualou finds you, it won't kill you, right?"

"Yes."

"Think they're not going to kill you?"

"Yes."

Yunhua was silent, already laughing.

Laughing and falling, motionless.

Xia Hua struggled to her feet, walked to the table, and sat down.

The steamed bun was pulled open and the snow red was sandwiched inside,......。