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The day has passed, and the night is rising.

Hanging cold moon, no stars, no wind.

The chill is even stronger.

The color of loneliness between heaven and earth is even stronger, so thick that it makes people mad and sick.

The sound of the flute ripples and flutters, and everything is rippling and distorting.

fluttering like a ghost, twisting like a viper.

The last thing Yang Qing saw was the waves, lying on the ground like a snake, covering the wounds and twisting his body, and vomiting constantly,......。

It was as if a curse had been cast, a mysterious, strange power.

The fallen leaves slowly writhed and fell, falling to the ground and writhing again, as if there was no intention of stopping.

In the pond, fish that did not swim in twos and threes floated and writhed with the ripples.

The withered grass, which is yellow, fluffy, and has no vitality, has gradually become passionate and vigorous, and poisonous snakes have gradually appeared, like whips in hell, writhing with sin and loneliness.

The sound of the flute is like turbid water, the turbid water is swaying and rippling, and the poisonous snake is fluttering and happy.

They don't seem to be living snakes, they are ghost snakes.

The snakes fluttered and rejoiced, spitting and screaming.

There are more and more poisonous snakes, so many that people are overwhelmed and collapsed without believing, and there are ...... on the earth, in the grass, in the earth, and in the heavens.

Yang Qing suddenly fainted.

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

The sound of the flute in front of him is rippling, and the body is ghostly and fluttering.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

Snake Flower didn't stop the, and the words actually came from the belly.

She even knew ventriloquism.

"Yes."

"Can you hold on?"

"Yes."

"You want to live longer?"

"Yes."

"How are you feeling right now?"

"I think you're going to be out of luck."

"What's bad luck?"

"It's just that you're going to have bad luck."

The snake flower was silent, and the sound of the flute was more urgent.

"You can't believe it."

The snake flower's stomach seemed to be twitching, "With a flute in hand, who in the world will compete with me?" ”

"You can't do this flute yet."

Snake Flower is silent.

"You can't do it either."

The snake flower was silent, and the smile on her face writhed more enthusiastically and crazily.

Without saying a word, several snakes were already curling, wrapping around their bodies, and were swimming slowly with their necks open, and the red letter gradually spit out,......。

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell like a stone statue, and then gasped and struggled to his feet.

His body stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, and his hollow eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears.

A cold moon hangs high in the distance, a cold, bone-chilling and emotionless cold moon.

The sound of the flute does not stop, and the snake dance is more urgent.

The smile on her face was even more enthusiastic and crazy, warm and crazy like a lonely lonely cat calling spring on the eaves at night.

"How are you feeling?"

Speechless, already sighing.

The blood vessels and muscles of the body seem to have been twisted by the sound of the flute.

"You're going to be out of luck."

"That's going to make you unlucky."

"I'm afraid you can't make me unlucky."

The snake flower was silent, and seven or eight poisonous snakes were already spitting out red letters, and suddenly bit Wusheng, and pounced on them frantically and fiercely.

There is no life, and the sigh is longer.

I simply closed my eyes, unwilling to watch something unlucky happen.

The waves screamed and got up, swinging their knives.

The light of the knife flashed, and then disappeared again.

He fell down suddenly, gritted his teeth, and stared coldly at the snake flower, as if he wanted to stare the snake flower alive.

The snake flower was silent, and the smile in her eyes was even stronger.

The waves fell, rolled, screamed, and then gradually calmed down and stopped moving.

There was still a very strange expression in his eyes, as if he was tired, weak, and prostration, as if he was resentful, resentful, and resentful.

The snake flower no longer glanced at the waves, and her evil, cruel eyes were staring at lifeless.

Then the smile on her face froze and froze to death.

Seven or eight poisonous snakes had fallen to the ground softly, and the corners of their mouths were still bloodshot.

"Your blood?"

"A snake is a poisonous snake, but ......."

"But what?"

"But this blood is more poisonous, so the viper will not work."

"You ......."

When he opened his eyes, he saw the face of the snake flower, which had become indescribably clumsy and strange.

"You don't kill women?"

"Yes."

"Never kill?"

"Yes."

"Then you won't kill me?"

"Yes."

"What if I kill you?"

"You can't kill me."

Snake Flower suddenly had an extra knife in his hand, the knife was bright, and the blood had not yet dripped out.

The sword light was swung again.

Then she was suddenly half a cut shorter, and half a cut shorter.

Cold, bone-chilling, and emotionless, Hanyue's knife is colder and colder than Hanyue.

Drops of blood were slowly rolling down from the tip of the knife.

Icy cold knives, his people are colder than knives.

He kicked the snake flower away, and blood flew all the way.

The sound of the flute was silent, the snake dance stopped, and the group of snakes suddenly swam wildly and desperately along the blood road.

The scream of the snake flower just floated out, but it suddenly drowned, drowning under the bite of the snakes.

Dead.

Heaven and earth suddenly became extremely silent, and it seemed that only the sound of blood dripping from the head of the knife could be heard.

There is no wind, the fallen leaves fall weakly, and they are motionless when they fall to the ground, without a trace of passion and vitality.

The cold, dim moonlight shone on this man's face, which did not look like a human face.

Half of the man's face was fleshless and bloodless, but half of his face was covered with biting tooth marks, and the only eye was burning like flames, as if it were going to burn everything to death.

The most unbearable thing is that he has no ears.

He walked silently to the lifeless seven feet, his flaming eyes already staring ahead.

There was only one person in the cold, dim moonlight ahead.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

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

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking at this person like a spear, as if they wanted to poke him to death on the ground.

There was no wind, and the dead leaves fell among them, and suddenly turned to ashes, as if they had suddenly fallen into the fire.

Everything was quiet, the blood on the tip of the knife had dripped away, and the moonlight slowly emitted a cold, bone-chilling light, which was also the light of murder.

Flaming eyes, cold sword light.

The man was silent.

Wusheng is silent.

Eyes without a trace of emotion, empty eyes, dark eyes, black guns, and black cloaks.

The pitch-black spear head had no light, no blood, but it was even darker, darker than the night, and more ruthless and indifferent.

They haven't spoken yet, isn't it time for a duel, and the duel is desperate, fighting for their own lives, asking for the lives of others.

Is there no other option? There will be no other choice?

Cold sweat was already flowing from Yang Qing's forehead, and she had woken up from her dream, and the reality was more cruel than in her dream.

She grabbed her cloak and gasped and looked around.

The snakes are gone, and the bites and hiss of the snakes still float in the memory, a memory that can never be forgotten.

The withered yellow and soft grass still has traces of snakes dancing and twisting.

Not far away, on the lower half of the body, there was no trace of flesh and blood drenched, and more than a dozen bloody poisonous snakes were swaying and rolling in a pool of blood, as if they were extremely happy, extremely joyful, extremely happy; At the same time, it is extremely fierce, extremely vicious, and extremely cruel.

The dozen or so poisonous snakes under their feet were motionless, and there were still traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.

Whose blood is it? Is it a snake flower? Is it lifeless?

Her hands and feet had grown cold and stiff, her wheezing had become unsteady, and her eyes were twitching.

There were motionless fish floating in the pond, as if they would never move again.

Not far from the shore lay a section of blood red, I couldn't tell what it was, and the snakes were spitting red letters and biting desperately, rolling desperately and writhing desperately.

Along a bloody path, I saw a monster and a monster.

The cold, dim moonlight shone on his face, a monster and monster that looked like a ghost and a demon at all.

Flaming eyes, cold sword light.

Yang Qing suddenly fainted after looking at it for a while.

Fainting in Wusheng's arms, Wusheng hugged Yang Qing, turned around like a stone statue, and walked forward like a stone statue.

Look at the man again.

The man followed.

Wusheng doesn't walk fast, but he is very stable and calm.

Every muscle in the body seemed to twitch and twitch, and even the gun twitched gently, but the hand holding the gun was calm, calm and steady.

The lifeless stone statue stood at the edge of the pool, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at the pool water like a spear.

There was no wind, no ripples in the pool, and the pool was littered with dead fish without a trace of life or vitality, floating motionless, not knowing when it would float or disappear.

The cold, dim moonlight in the pool water seemed extremely dim and hazy, dim and hazy like a lonely dream.

A dream that makes countless lonely, empty infatuated girls go crazy and prostrate, and it is also a vicious and bad dream.

There are no dreams, and they can't dream, as if they are too lazy to dream, and they don't know the pleasure and feeling of dreaming.

He stood like a stone statue, silent, motionless.

The monsters and monsters that look like ghosts and demons don't move or say anything.

His body is not very straight, but it is extremely cold and evil. The snakes no longer writhed and rolled on half of their bodies, as if they had become tired and disgusted, and had lost their original enthusiasm and infatuation. Slowly writhing and scattering, leaving.

When he passed by the body of this monster and monster, he twitched a few times and then suddenly calmed down, motionless, as if he would never move again.

The man didn't seem to look, as if he didn't bother to look at it.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the blood of the body still flowing, and the wisps of blood rolled to the ground, rolling more and more.

The poisonous snake surged frantically, as if it had found its first enthusiasm and infatuation, frantically spit out the red letter and bitten, knelt and licked, and then lay motionless, straight and horizontally, no longer moving, no longer biting. It seems that there is no vitality anymore, there is no vitality anymore.

Wusheng gasped and turned around, his empty eyes staring at and poking half of the snake flower's body like spears.

The cold, dim moonlight shone on it, and it was extremely bright, extremely white, and extremely poignant, and extremely cold.

The more blood flowed from his body, and the more vipers remained motionless on the ground.

The bloodshed is merciless, and the killing is unintentional.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and then walked forward, not fast, but steady.

He walked in front of him, blood flowing behind him, and the viper was biting and licking from behind, and then he lay motionless and straight on his back.

There is no wind, the night is darker, and the chill is getting thicker.

The color of loneliness between heaven and earth is heavier, and the dead leaves fall, without a trace of vitality, without a trace of vitality.

His eyes fell into the distance.

The distance seemed to be more lonely and empty.

Wusheng suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at and poked at the monsters and monsters behind him like a gun.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"I'm the Moon Dragonflower."

"What else?"

Longhua was silent.

There is no life and no speech.

Then he turned around and walked forward.

Boundless ahead, never-ending ...... ahead.