The white clouds fluttered low, and the earth was lonely and dark.

The breeze is soft, and the chill is shaken.

Yang Qingjiao smiled a few ups and downs, and jumped into his arms.

The cloak fluttered slightly, and his eyes had fallen into the distance.

He walked like a stone statue into the distance, the boundless distance, the lonely, empty distance.

Yang Qing stared into the distance, her eyes already looking extremely disgusted and tired.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know."

"I suddenly want a home."

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

But he was already sighing.

"You are a good person, you will be very happy in the future."

He didn't want to deceive her, let alone tell the cruelty of reality and the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.

Home was a strange and messy thing for him, his life had been devoted to duels, and his body and soul could not tolerate anything else, nor would he tolerate anything else.

Yang Qing was silent.

"We are home all over the world, and wherever we go, we are home."

Yang Qing smiled, but her smile was extremely bitter and sad.

A person who is wandering around in the rivers and lakes will fall down at any time, and a person who falls and no longer stands up should look at these lightly, the lighter the better, enjoy the excessive tenderness and joy of the family, and the heart in the stomach will become soft, if the heart is soft, the hand will also become soft, and if the hand becomes soft, it will not kill anyone, but can only be killed by others, and others can kill how they want.

This is the rule of the rivers and lakes, and it is also a cruel and vicious bloody road.

Maybe that's what most men think, but what about women? What do most women in the rivers and lakes think?

Yang Qing seemed to be thinking, she didn't seem to be thinking, the smile on the corner of her mouth was still there, but there was no sound.

The lifeless sigh was longer.

"If you're homesick, make my arms your own."

Yang Qing nodded, staring at Wusheng quietly, as if she was the bride under the groom's official body in the cave room, with indescribable joy and joy.

Her face suddenly turned red, as if she were really a bride in a cave room, and she couldn't control herself with too much joy and too much joy.

Then she quietly kissed the lifeless neck, and she smiled coquettishly.

"But my family is too small."

Silent without life.

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

Then the stone statue walked into the distance.

The white clouds gradually dispersed, and the light gradually appeared.

The cold wind gusted, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

The chill grew stronger, and a stream of blood drifted over in the distance, and then drifted away.

Wusheng greeted him.

The courtyard is extremely large, with more than a dozen houses standing in it, the smoke is still rising, the food on the table is still steaming, the firewood in the pot has not been extinguished, and the vegetable soup in the pot is still boiling.

The claws of the gluttonous kitten on the table were still clutching the fish, and the lower half of the cooked fish had fallen to the ground, its body had parted, and the red ribbon on its paws was fluttering.

The lifeless stone stood outside the door, staring and poking at everything in the door like a spear.

The old man who is nearly eighty years old, with his hands in his sleeves, leaning against the wall and basking in the sun, quietly absorbing the slightest heat, quietly never moving, his body is the same as the cat, the upper half and the lower half are parting, and the ribbon on his hand is already fluttering.

Her eyes were staring downward, with indescribable kindness and love, her hair was rolling wildly, and there was still indescribable love and joy on her face.

What about her body? The body is gone.

There was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a tall body lying horizontally by the well, the ripples in the bucket in his hand were still there, the lower half of his body had parted from the upper half of his body, and there was a red ribbon in his hand, and the ribbon was fluttering.

Following her gaze, she saw a table, a white and chubby child snuggled in his arms, sucking milk hard, the mother's hands were gentle and strong, and they would not let go at any time, and the chair under her ass was blood-red, and the blood was flowing from her neck,......。

Her head was gone, her head and body had parted, and the ribbon on her hand was fluttering.

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

There was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

The body in front is still parting, and the ribbon in front is still fluttering.

The cold wind gusts, and the chill is fluttering.

Heaven and earth suddenly became indescribably strange and mysterious.

Yang Qing's body was already twitching, and she swept to the table like a swallow, staring at her quietly.

"I'll take care of your child now, and I'll take good care of it."

Yang Qing picked up the child, and the child suddenly screamed, indescribably desolate and sad.

Her hands and feet were cold, stiff, and she coaxed slowly, although she was very serious and gentle in coaxing the child, but the child's screams were still loud.

The icy cold wind, the desolate scream.

Yang Qing seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, staring at Wusheng.

"Will you hold a baby?"

Silent without life.

"You look like you're holding me professionally."

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue.

"You hug the child, I can't do it."

Silent without life.

Yang Qing was about to cry.

"I'm not going to coax, you can hug it."

Silent without life.

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

Empty eyes stared and poked into the distance like spearheads, and then walked into the distance.

He didn't go far, he came running alone, and then half of his body was left.

The man crawled and screamed.

"Red Silk brought, go, go......."

His words were not playful, and he suddenly stopped talking, never again.

Without saying a word, he walked forward like a stone statue.

More than a dozen people dressed in official uniforms and wearing large knives at their waists appeared in front of them, their ribbons fluttering in their hands, and the panic and fear in their eyes were even stronger.

They suddenly surrounded the lifeless group and stared coldly.

A man with a towering forehead and thin yellow muscles was closest to him, and the coldness in his eyes was even colder.

"Who are you?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qing gently coaxed the child, and the child was no longer crying.

She had already coaxed the child.

"I'm a woman, he's a man."

"What are you doing?"

Yang Qing stared at them and sneered.

"Can't you see? What can we young couples do? ”

After saying this, she smiled stupidly, and her face felt a little hot.

The crowd had gradually dispersed, and Yang Qing twisted her buttocks, walking in front, holding the child up and down, left and right.

"Xianggong, hurry up and keep up with me, people are very afraid."

The catchers laughed and left with a smile.

There was a bit of teasing, a little envy, a little cheerfulness in their laughter.

The lifeless stone statue walked forward.

The black clouds in front of him suddenly rose, rolling down, and the cold wind was sudden.

Wusheng suddenly stopped, and turned around like a stone statue.

His eyes stared at him like a spear, poking not far away.

Not far away, the light of the knife flashed, and they fell down screaming.

Their bodies were divided into two halves, the upper half and the lower half of which had parted impressively, forever.

In the flash of the sword, a person had jumped out.

A living person, this person is the man with a towering forehead and a thin yellow face, his body has not yet stood firmly, and he immediately felt a token from his arms, gritted his teeth and screamed.

"Take it quickly, find us to catch the head."

Neither is alive nor moving.

The man gritted his teeth and stared at Wusheng, with an indescribable look of panic and fear in his eyes.

"I really don't ......."

He didn't finish his words, he stared at his body, and the body suddenly broke into two pieces from the middle, two bloody pieces, and slowly parted.

The panic and fear in his eyes gradually distorted and distorted.

Wusheng took the token.

The man's eyes slowly closed, his face seemed to be extremely calm, and the ribbon in his hand fluttered.

Whose knife is this? What knife technique?

The cold wind is like a knife, a cold, ruthless, and cold-blooded knife.

Staring and poking at the parting body like a spear, the bloody body was broken into two from the middle, smooth and neat.

Blood flowed out slowly, everything flowed out slowly, all flowed out.

Wusheng didn't want to look at them again, turned around, untied his cloak, and draped it on Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, stared at Wusheng with a smile, and stared at the child in her arms.

"Daddy, our baby is so well-behaved."

Silent without life.

"Daddy, you said our baby is so handsome."

Silent without life.

"Daddy, do you know how to wash diapers?"

Silent without life.

"Daddy, child, I'll breastfeed, and I'll have to hand over this diaper to you."

Yang Qing smiled stupidly.

Speechless, already sighing, sighing and walking forward.

The cold wind is like a knife, the knife is colder, and the chopping of everything is desolate and lonely.

A person stood coldly on the avenue, with a tall body, pale and slender hands, holding a knife tightly.

An unsheathed knife, an unsheathed knife.

The chill between heaven and earth is even stronger, and the cold, snowy sword light is already flickering and fluttering, as if the chill is thicker, and it is more ruthless and cold-blooded.

His other hand was holding the ribbon, the pink ribbon already fluttering.

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

The knife is swung out.

The sword flashed, flickering and drifting towards lifelessness.

The cold sword light, the murderous aura.

Smoke floated up like a light smoke and drifted not far away.

Standing like a stone statue, silent, but already sighing.

"Are you a spear god without life?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you make a move?"

"No need to make a move."

"Why?"

"You don't have to."

"You ......."

Wusheng was silent, and pulled Yang Qing immediately, unwilling to look at him.

"You don't want to know who I am?"

Wu Sheng was silent, but he had stopped and turned around slowly.

"I'm a flower, a sad flower."

Silent without life.

"You're not going to make a move?"

Without saying a word, he slowly turned around and walked forward.

As if he was really sick, the sick flower suddenly swept up and stood sideways in front of the lifeless.

The pink ribbon fluttered, indescribably romantic, ecstatic.

Just when the ribbon fluttered to the most violent and crazy, the sick flower's face was suddenly distorted and deformed, and he stared coldly below, and the lower part was suddenly parted from the above, forever.

The sick flower looked at it coldly, and the bottom gradually slipped down.

He screamed frantically and desperately, and when he heard it in the extremely cold and relentless cold wind, he could not show any resentment, resentment, and resentment.

The cold, relentless wind swept by, and the heart-rending, lung-rending screams gradually faded into lightness, faded into nothingness, and gradually drowned out.

Yang Qing gasped and approached Wusheng, stuffed the child into his arms, and fell to the ground, twitching, convulsing, and vomiting.

Although the eyes of the sick flower are dull and dim, the body is still bleeding, bleeding this and that,......。

The heavens and the earth were dark, and the wind was blowing.

Road Dawson, the chill is even stronger.

The pink ribbon writhed and shook violently and frantically in his hand, as if it was a rattlesnake in passion and excitement, as if it was about to shake to death and twist out all the loneliness, emptiness, and indescribable ecstasy.

What it brings to others is only parting, the parting of the body, the parting of life, and the parting of eternity.

The strange and mysterious parting seems to be a kind of spell, a spell descended by the demons.

Evil curses, poisonous curses, evil curses.

That's why this story is called ecstasy. Parting. Curse.