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The dream has been shattered, and the man has awakened.

Strange dreams, evil dreams, Yang Qing's body was cold and weak, and her limbs were stiff and twitching.

The eyes are clear, transparent and pure, without a trace of vulgarity and evil, but now everything is extremely blurry and hazy.

Vague and hazy like a dream, a dream that cannot be touched or grasped, an evil and strange dream.

She dreamed that Wusheng stretched out his hand to him, and then he fell down, and when he fell, he no longer stood up,......。

The dream is lonely and painful, but the reality is even more cruel and vicious.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and she definitely didn't cry, tears don't solve the problem, but it can be easily solved.

Then there were no tears in the eyes, and the body had calmed down, no longer twitching, but the heart in the body was bitter, so bitter that it was impossible to breathe.

She walked out the door, down the stairs, and out of the house.

Then she suddenly fell.

The road under her feet was so flat that it was not the same road that made her wrestle, but the road that lay on it.

Bloodway.

It is a road made of bloody blood coagulation, and it is also a road of rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes where black and white are difficult to distinguish, good and evil are impermanent, and grievances are indistinguishable, and it is the point of no return for many rootless prodigals in the rivers and lakes.

It is also her way, her point of no return.

The expensive, soft mink was suddenly dyed blood-red, and the white, slender, and feminine hands were suddenly blood-red,......, and her person suddenly became blood-red.

She didn't stand up, she didn't have to, she didn't want to stand up, as if she didn't bother to stand up.

She just sat quietly, sitting on the path of blood, quietly letting the blood stain her body and her soul.

The fire is booming, the wisps of flame are swaying, and the slightest warmth is fluttering.

The flames writhed, and it was already pitch black below, empty and dark, as if they were his eyes, eyes without a trace of emotion.

Her eyes had fallen to the door.

His body looked extremely weak and tired, and there was not a trace of blood on his pale face, nor a trace of joy or joy.

There is indescribable laziness and boredom in his eyes, laziness that goes deep into the bone marrow, and boredom that goes deep into the soul.

This man is shocked.

Tired flowers are still alive, but if they are not alive, they are dead.

Duel is desperate, desperate is life, either to be tired of the life or to be lifeless, there is no third way to choose, this is also the road of the rivers and lakes, most of the rootless prodigal sons in the rivers and lakes are desolate, sad and sad road of no return, extremely sad and extremely unfortunate blood road.

Tired flowers didn't walk in, and stood quietly outside.

Outside, the wind was blowing and the chill was blowing.

The brainchild's eyes were already twitching, but there was no trace of unsteadiness at the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were calm and stable like a pot lid.

"Thirteen Taibao."

Thirteen people suddenly stood in front of him, thirteen axes, iron faces, there was no expression on their cold faces, and the green tendons on their arms were cocked like poisonous snakes, no matter who could see that they had two strokes of kung fu in their hands, and this could be seen from the posture of holding the axes at them.

Their presence is usually to bring misfortune and disaster to the other party.

"I hope you haven't eaten too much."

The think tank has closed its eyes and does not want to look.

They roared and pounced, like a tiger that pounced on a lamb with ferocity and viciousness.

The axe in the hand of the thirteen Taibao was already wielding, swinging and slashing at the person who was digging the pit, waving and falling into the pit, each of their axes seemed to have cut the man's brain, but he didn't cut it.

As soon as they cut off with an axe, they fell into a pit, a super big pit.

The axes were no longer wielding, and the people were not roaring, and their axes and sounds were gradually drowned in the dirt, drowning and drowning alive.

The brain was wheezing without opening his eyes, and the green tendons on his forehead were already twitching involuntarily, but his voice was still calm and steady.

"The Four King Kongs?"

The four of them suddenly stood in front of him like King Kong, not only like King Kong, but also like ghosts.

The muscles on their chests are simply bigger than those of women, and they look arrogant, as if as long as they are there, there is no injustice, and there is no one who can't fall.

The think tank did not speak, closed his eyes, and turned around.

The four King Kongs suddenly moved, like ghosts, shot out like arrows from four directions, and escaped.

Are they afraid of death?

The think tank turned around and saw that the four King Kongs had desperately escaped into the pit, a super big pit.

They obviously escaped, but they found that they were stepping on a shovel, a shovel digging a pit, and then the shovel was slowly put into the pit, and the people arrived in the pit.

The Thinker closed his eyes, not opening them, not opening them, for he had already smelled the earth.

The young master suddenly stretched out his head, and his anger seemed to be even more violent, "Rice buckets, all rice ......." ”

His words stopped abruptly, and a person was slowly walking towards him, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The young master's gaze had drifted to the pit, and then the anger at the corner of his mouth suddenly distorted and deformed.

"Who are you?"

The man in white was silent.

"What are you going to do?"

The man in white was silent, what was he already doing, he shoveled up the super sedan chair at once, he shoveled up the sedan chair as if a farmer in the field shoveled cow dung, as simple, direct and effective, without a trace of superfluous movements, without spending a little more effort.

"I have a lot of money, we must have a lot to say."

The man in white was silent, put the sedan chair into the pit, and then lifted it and shoveled the dirt inside.

"You don't want money, I have a lot of other things, such as silver tickets, silver ingots, fine wine, beautiful women, ......."

The man in white was silent.

The movement of his hands did not stop, and he shoveled the dirt one by one.

The young master was already bitter, crazy, and screaming.

"I'm old, I'm young, hero, just let me go."

As he screamed, saliva, snot, and tears were pouring out.

"You should tell me what it's called, right?"

The man in white glanced at him, wiped the sweat from his face, and gasped.

"I'm a flower, a white-clothed pit flower."

Kenghua didn't listen to him, and carefully shoveled the dirt inside.

The super pit was finally filled, and the pit flower watched quietly, and then threw away the shovel, and suddenly fell on the pit in pain, screaming in pain.

"You died so miserably, how did you get buried alive, you must be very wronged,......。

The pit flower cried very sadly, and the person in the pit seemed to be his own Laozi.

The tears in the corners of my eyes were wiped over and over again, as if they really could never be wiped clean.

"You died so miserably, how did you get buried alive, you must be very wronged,......。

He just cried like this, no one stopped him, no one saw it.

The cold wind is blowing, and the winter is swinging.

Snow-white clothes, snow-white skin, snow-white shovels.

The pit flower cried desperately, crying more and more fiercely, more and more sad, her body had become gently twitching and writhing due to excessive crying, and the intestines in her stomach seemed to have been broken by crying alive.

He was so sad that he seemed to be the little daughter-in-law who had just died, and he was unspeakably pitiful and lonely.

Dead leaves had fallen and landed on the pit, as if to comfort his sadness and grief.

The cold wind is blowing, and the dead leaves are swaying.

Pieces of dead leaves fell on the body of the tired flower, shook twice, and then suddenly swept away, I don't know where the roll is going, and I don't know where it falls.

Their fate may be even more tragic and tragic than that of the rootless prodigal son.

From the moment they leave the tree, they will be ravaged and ravaged by the wind, and they will be ravaged and ravaged endlessly until they are gone.

Tired Flower walked into the house and walked towards her.

There was no expression in her eyes, no vitality, no vitality.

People are really strange sometimes, when they laugh, they are not necessarily happy, when they cry and break their bowels, and the sadness of crying and breaking their bowels is not necessarily more intense and fierce than when they are stupid.

Tired Flower walked over and stretched out his hand to her, his eyes showing a very lazy, extremely tired look.

Then he slowly smiled, laughing extremely sluggishly and weakly, and his eyes slowly revealed an extremely hazy and vague joy and joy.

Yang Qing didn't move, and she didn't bother to move.

She sat quietly on the ground, also on the bloody road, quietly watching the tired flowers come and smile at her, and then suddenly collapsed.

He fell not far from her, as if he was unable to stand up, unable to move, his hand still stretched out to her, trying to reach out.

His hand had gradually approached and touched her, but it hung down weakly, falling to the ground, and it was also bloody.

The blood road is ruthless, and the blood road is also ruthless, and the miserable white and weak hands have suddenly been stained red with blood.

The man was already gasping for breath, his blood-red hands were twitching and writhing, and then he would never move again.

There was still an indescribable, indescribable smile in his eyes, and he smiled extremely weakly and tiredly.

Yang Qing stared at the tired flower quietly, neither grieving for him nor crying for him.

She didn't seem to be sad and cry anymore, and she didn't seem to be too lazy to grieve and cry.

He still died.

The cold wind was blowing, and the dilapidated door panel was already "creaking", which seemed extremely painful and lonely.

Dead leaves floated in, fell into the fire, and suddenly turned to ashes.

The dead leaves have no heart, and the fire is ruthless.

What about her heart?

Yang Qing suddenly felt extremely empty, and her heart seemed to suddenly become extremely empty, extremely empty.

The room was quiet, so quiet that she was powerless and lonely, powerless and empty.

She just stared out silently.

Outside, the cold wind was blowing, the cold was long, and the dead leaves were swaying.

Suddenly a house floated outside the house, a blood-red house, blood-red like a cave house in a girl's dream, indescribably romantic and charming.

The house fell to the ground, and the curtain had slowly floated open, and seven or eight men floated out of it, seven or eight men who were not too ugly, not handsome.

Floating into the house, it was motionless, motionless like dead flesh, without a trace of life, without a trace of vitality.

They turned out to be dead people.

The bodies are strong, and the muscles on the body are as hard as stones.

It is easy to see from their bodies that they are all very strong, they will be extremely easy to pick up anything, and they will not get tired or weak when doing anything.

There was still a very strange and mysterious color of ecstasy on the stiff and twisted face, an extremely sweet and cheerful ecstasy.

His eyes looked indescribably tired and weak.

After they floated out, another hand came out of the curtain.

An extremely slender, delicate, white, slender hand, which was already slowly swinging.

Then Yang Qing slowly floated over.

Her body had fallen to that hand, the extremely slender, delicate, white, slender hand.

His hands were shaking slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, a kind of sarcasm, mockery, teasing.

"You are Yang Qing?"

"Yes."

"You don't seem to have anything pretty about you."

"Yes."

"But you're still by the side of the Gun God."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Yang Qing was silent, and she didn't want to say anything?

She was already staring silently at this woman, this extremely beautiful woman.

That kind of beauty is not ordinary simple beauty, but a kind of beauty that can make most normal men go crazy and prostration, as long as most normal men look at her, they will definitely not be able to sleep when they go back, they will be lonely, empty, and they will be lovesick and distressed.

There was still a lingering tiredness and pleasure on her face.

Yang Qing already had a little envy in her eyes, the envy that a normal woman would have.

"You're a flower too?"

"Yes."

"What kind of flower are you?"

"Drama cave flowers."

"Cave flowers?"

"Yes."

Donghua smiled, smiling indescribably proudly and cheerfully, proudly and cheerfully like a satisfied little daughter-in-law.

"This is the cave house, so I am the cave flower."

Yang Qing looked inside, without a trace of expression on her face.

"I think it's a pigsty, a pigsty that boars can only use to make nests for sows."

This sentence was like a whip, and the smile in Donghua's eyes suddenly froze and froze to death, and the muscles on her face were already twitching and twisting.

"You're getting impatient."

As she spoke, her hand had been released, and Yang Qing suddenly floated up, floating like a withered leaf.

She had closed her eyes, she was waiting, waiting for death.

......。