People have gone away, the killing machine has passed, the murderous spirit is gone, and the earth has gradually returned to peace.

The soft breeze is swaying, and the fallen leaves are gently swaying on the ground, as if the original vitality has appeared again.

The blood on the ground had gradually dried up, the bones had become cold and chilling, and the dust had drifted by, and the blood stains had gradually appeared extremely hazy and shrunken.

Their lives have passed away, and no matter how great or despicable they were in life, they are all the same, lying on the earth all the same, and there is no special greatness or lowliness.

Everything in life has been parted with them, and everything has been parted.

In the past, those proud possessions were not taken away, and they could not be taken away, and even the memories could not be taken away, because when they arrived at the Nai He Bridge, they had to drink Meng Po soup, and those proud, great, or lowly, lowly pasts would disappear and part.

Everything will part, there is no companionship, nothing, maybe only parting.

Maybe it's a reunion with the earth, a reunion forever.

The dead have a home, but what about the living?

Chang Xiao's body is no longer twitching, it has gradually subsided, it will not be so excited, excited, so crazy, but the blood at the corner of his mouth suddenly flowed out.

Blood flowed out, Liu Duoqing didn't feel anything, maybe it was difficult to feel that the other party was dead, it was difficult to feel the vitality and vitality of the other party's life.

Drops of blood flowed down and rolled down to Liu Duoamo's hands.

The pain, sadness, anger, and resentment in Liu Duo's eyes were even thicker, so thick that the corners of his mouth had been deformed, and everything had been deformed.

The pain made him fall to the ground, vomiting and twitching.

A famous celebrity with great scenery has suddenly become nothing.

The dashing and unruly ...... of the past gradually ceased to exist in him, and gradually became nothing, not bullshit.

No matter who sees him, they will not associate it with the amorous four sons, let alone think that he is Liu Duoqing.

He is now just a lonely old man, a man who has neither children, nor a wife, nor money, nor friends, nor any great splendor or splendor.

Liu Duoqing glanced at Wusheng, then lowered his head and stared at the scholar.

Speechless, he stood like a stone statue, 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 gentle breeze in the distance, the wisps of dust, nothing else, the ancient road was empty, there was no figure, no sound.

The soft breeze fell down the ground and the dead leaves landed on the ground, all of which looked extremely weak and extremely chic.

The midday sun was not warm.

The bloody and murderous aura on the ancient road has drifted away, but the color of loneliness is even stronger.

Yang Qingzai carefully sprinkled the wound with gold medicine, and wrapped it carefully, she didn't wrap it quickly, but she was extremely careful.

Carefully like the panicked and frightened daughter-in-law in the cave flower, staring at her husband on the body, looking indescribably panicked and scared, but extremely happy and powerless.

She was gasping, gasping and staring at him.

"What should we do?"

Speechless, his eyes still staring and poking into the distance like a gun, and then walking into the distance.

Yang Qing stopped him and looked at the villa.

She didn't say anything, but she hung her head and was silent.

She already knew Wusheng deeply, and it seemed that she knew him more than she knew herself, so she didn't need to say anything, and she knew that Wusheng would definitely understand what was in her heart, and what was going on in her heart.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent, but nodded again.

Yang Qingjiao smiled.

"You know what's going on in my mind?"

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

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

Speechless, his empty eyes staring and poking at him like a spear, and then he walked forward.

Yang Qing was silent, holding the cloak, the smile on her face became stronger, and her body had become slightly shaky.

A blissful, excited shake.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and his eyes were already staring at and poking at Liu Duoamo.

"Are you still alive?"

Liu Duoqing glanced up at him, and his body became even more trembling and writhing.

"Are you still alive?"

Liu was silent, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing indescribable fear, sadness, unwillingness, and resentment.

"Are you still alive?"

Liu Duoqing tried to open his mouth, but he didn't say a word, but the bitter water flowed more.

A pair of eyes were extremely dim and depressed, without a trace of light, without a trace of strength.

In a short period of time, he has become indescribably depressed and embarrassed, and there is no trace of the heroic courage of the past, and he has disappeared cleanly.

It was as if he were a living dead, a living dead.

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and stared at Liu Duoqing.

"You can nod your head and shake your head alive."

The bitter water in Liu Duoqing's mouth flowed more, and his head was already shaking on both sides.

Neither shaking nor nodding.

He had gone mad, tormented to the point of madness by this reality.

Wusheng sighed longer, unwilling to look at him again.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and stared at the lifeless body, the stone-like body motionless.

"What should we do now?"

All the time he was looking at Liu Duoamo, dragging the bones, the cold, stiff bones.

He walked forward like a stone statue, and in front of him was the mountain villa.

There were more lying inside, the blood on the ground had dried up, and the motionless people had long since been cold.

When the dead leaves fall on the pool of blood, they don't move, even the soft wind can't blow, the dead have merged with the pool of blood, and will not be separated, as if the lonely, empty resentful woman has embraced her concubine, no matter how painful the price, how sad and poignant, she does not want to separate her, so that she is separated from the strong pleasure and stimulation, and does not want to be separated for a moment.

The torch in his hand had been lit, and Yang Qing stared at them quietly.

They lay motionless on the ground, no longer lonely and empty, and they didn't even want to take loneliness and emptiness away.

Yang Qing's eyes gradually looked extremely depressed and delicate.

"They're so pathetic."

Silent without life.

"They shouldn't have died."

Silent without life.

"Do you think so?"

Without saying a word, she threw the torch in her hand at them.

They have burned passionately, violently, and frantically, and they have burned bigger and harder.

The soft wind is not very strong, and the wisps of flame are desperately, swaying and writhing vigorously, showing indescribable enthusiasm and intensity, as if she is a cold and noble woman who has been cold for a long time, shaking out all the love and lovesickness at once, and shaking out all the loneliness and emptiness.

The flames became more and more ferocious, and the bones inside had gradually blurred and hazy.

The heavens and the earth gradually became no longer cold, but gradually became hot.

Yang Qing's face had been burned red, but the smile was even stronger.

"What are you thinking?"

Silent without life.

"Can you speak?"

Silent without life.

"Say what you have in your heart, okay?"

Silent without life.

"If you hide too many words in your heart, you will be swollen, your stomach will have problems, and then you will rebel."

As she spoke, she kept smiling and smiling.

Speechless, already sighing.

He turned around like a stone statue, grabbed Yang Qing's hand and left, Yang Qing did not mean to refuse him.

But they stopped again.

Liu Duoqing jumped madly and laughed madly and ran over to the flames, and then jumped and screamed strangely.

"Are you comfortable?"

No one spoke, and the flames writhed more wildly and violently.

"Are you playing a game?"

The flames flickered and writhed, as if they were already smiling, and the smile turned into smoke, billowing and drifting into the distance, the boundless distance.

"You must be having fun."

......。

Yang Qing couldn't bear to look at him, but she had to look at him.

What exactly is he going to do? Liu Duoqing, led by the amorous in the rivers and lakes, what will the end look like? After decades of ups and downs, what is the final outcome of the amorous villa?

Maybe not everyone can see it if they want to.

The smile on his face was extremely strange and excited, as if he was very happy and joyful, but also as if he was sluggish and confused.

This man has gone mad.

Yang Qing stared at him laughing, jumping and screaming madly, and the sadness in his eyes became even stronger.

"He's so pitiful, can we help him?"

Silent without life.

"Is he really crazy?"

Silent without life.

"Can I go see him?"

There was no life, but the hand was clenched tighter.

"You don't want to help him?"

Speechless, already sighing.

The gentle breeze fluttered delicately, tumbling and fluttering towards the flames, and suddenly turned into ashes and floated into the distance, floating to disappear.

Liu Duoqing gently teased the flames, and his eyes seemed to be very proud, and there was no trace of pain.

His hands gradually became one with the flames, and his body gradually became one with the flames, and he reveled and played in the flames, as if he were a naughty boy in the water, playing with his own happiness and pleasure.

The body had gradually stopped moving, and had been completely drowning in flames and drowning, and there was no trace of pain or sadness on his face.

Liu Duoqing, led by the amorous fourth son, was burned alive.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Duoqing quietly, writhing and dancing in the flames and falling, gradually blurring and hazy.

The smile on her face faded away, and she stared at Wusheng, wanting to say something, but she didn't say it, but her eyes were already revealing it.

Her eyes had a very sad, very sad light.

"Are you feeling sorry for them?"

Yang Qing was silent, already nodding.

"You don't have to be upset?"

"Why?"

"This is the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are like this."

"What is it?"

"Cold-blooded, ruthless and cruel, but also brilliant, brilliant and mysterious"

"Are the rivers and lakes emotionless to talk about?"

"Yes, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, so most of the things that happen in the rivers and lakes are extremely miserable and desolate."

"But they are all human beings, and they all have feelings."

"You are wrong, the people in the rivers and lakes don't talk about feelings, they only talk about victory and defeat, only about life and death."

"So what is the axiom in the rivers and lakes?"

Wusheng sighed, his empty eyes were as emotionless as guns, staring and poking at the rolling flames, and his body was gradually burned clean.

The waves of fire rippled, and the smoke billowed out.

"The rivers and lakes are not a place where justice is spoken, the rivers and lakes are places where black and white are difficult to distinguish, good and evil are impermanent, and grievances and grievances are not distinguished."

"You are saying that as long as you are alive, you are victorious, you are right, if you are dead, you are defeated, you are wrong."

Speechless, already nodding.

"Aren't the rivers and lakes more ferocious than hell?"

Silent without life.

"Then it's better not to go to the rivers and lakes, okay?"

Silent without life.

"We can find a good place to retreat, okay?"

Silent without life.

"Wouldn't it be better if no one found us?"

Nothingness is already sighing.

"You can't avoid it, one day in the rivers and lakes, one life in the rivers and lakes, this is a fact."

"Can't avoid it?"

"Yes, the people in the rivers and lakes are destined to live in the rivers and lakes and die in the rivers and lakes."

"Life is also a river and lake? Death is also a river and lake? ”

"Yes."