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The night was getting darker, there was no wind, and the chill was even stronger.

The cave is dry, warm and cozy, and the comfort makes you tired and sleepy.

Yang Qing reclined on Wusheng, gradually falling asleep, and the excessive panic and fear of the day had made her body and spirit gradually lose vitality.

Wusheng was already sighing, and he had held her in his arms.

Luo Xin turned around and stared at Luo Xiao.

The blood from the bones was no longer flowing, and his cheeks were extremely pale and dry.

He slowly touched the bones, which were already cold, and his heart was even colder.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

His eyes were already staring at the distance like a spear.

There was light in the distance, the moon was thick, and there were no stars.

"Are you a little confused?"

"Yes."

"Actually, it's very simple, it's that someone wants to kill me with your hand."

Silent without life.

Luo Xin picked up the bones and let out a long breath.

"You'll understand later, but you can't figure it out."

Speechless, his eyes stared and poked at him like spears.

Luo Xin didn't look at Wusheng, staring at the night, the cold, ruthless but lonely night.

"Do you really want to duel me?"

Wusheng nodded.

"I want to do it more than you do."

"Then you should duel with me, don't think too much, thinking too much will not only disturb your heart, but your hands will also become soft."

Luo Xin acknowledged this, so he nodded, but shook his head again.

He sighed, and a smile appeared on his lips, a bitter, mocking one.

"But I can't, you probably won't understand."

Silent without life.

He put the cloak on Yang Qing's body, and stared at and poked Luo Xin with his eyes like spears.

"No matter what the consequences of a duel with you are, it will be a disaster for the Eight Great Villages of Qilian Mountain."

Silent without life.

"Because I'm the head of this place, I can't live for one person."

Silent without life.

"I can't duel and fight with you for a son, then the consequences will be ......."

"What will happen?"

The corners of Luo Xin's mouth were already bitter, so bitter that it made people's intestines tremble and twitch.

The eyes have drifted outward, and it is pitch black outside.

No matter how many people are hidden on the dark and calm outside, what kind of people are they, and what weapons are in their hands,......。

Luo Xin looked at Wusheng and then looked outside.

"What do you think?"

"They are not necessarily good players in the rivers and lakes, but they are more terrible than those good players in the rivers and lakes."

"You have a good eye."

"You are the pride of your life as their leader."

Luo Xin smiled, and there was a smug look on his face, which was indeed an honor.

"Yes."

"And what do you mean?"

Luo Xin's smile had disappeared, staring at Wusheng.

"I can't duel with you and fight hard, because my life is no longer a matter of one thing, but a matter of organization." He stared at Wusheng silently, "After I duel with you and fight hard, whether it is death?" Is it an injury? It's all a heavy blow, and many people in the rivers and lakes will take the opportunity to come over and strangle them. ”

Silent without life.

"As long as they are hanged, children will be left on the streets for no reason, turned into beggars, and wives will be sold to brothels, tortured alive, endlessly,......。"

Silent without life.

"It's all cruel, so I have to live well, and I can't miss a little bit."

Speechless, already sighing.

Luo Xin stared at Wusheng, "You can join us, what do you think?" ”

Silent without life.

"You can think about it, my seat can be given to you, as long as you can take care of them."

Silent without life.

Luo Xin stared at Wusheng, staring at Wusheng's eyes.

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

Is there already his pursuit in the distance? His life has been satisfied with that pursuit, and there is no room for anything else?

If a man has a pursuit in his heart, will he become very ruthless? Apathetic? Also cold and arrogant?

That pursuit may be a curse from heaven, and the deeper the curse is obtained, the more cold, indifferent, and arrogant it becomes, so it will become extremely lonely, extremely lonely, and extremely empty.

So what is his pursuit?

Luo Xin couldn't bear to touch his pursuit, "I know it's hard to impress you." ”

Silent without life.

"But if you want to join us, come to me, and my seat is still reserved for you."

It was the last thing he said, and he left here and walked outside.

It was pitch black outside, lonely, empty, maddeningly dark.

Luo Xin hugged his beloved son and walked into the pitch black, the boundless pitch black, the never-ending pitch black.

Gradually, they were drowned in the darkness.

Yang Qing gradually woke up, and her face seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"I can sleep as soon as I say it."

Silent without life.

"Did you slaughter that man?"

Silent without life.

"It's okay, it's not once or twice that you kill people, I'm used to it."

Speechless, already sighing.

"Are you in trouble?"

Speechless, already butt to her.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, staring at lifeless eyes stupidly.

"He's gone?"

Wusheng nodded.

"I think you're disappointed?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Isn't it lonely to have no opponent?"

There was no life, and his empty eyes were already staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

A sword light has swept in the distance.

The sword is shining, and the figure is longitudinal.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing, swept up like a light smoke, and floated over.

There was a man lying across the cold, hard path.

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 it was covered with biting tooth marks, and the only eye burned like flames, as if it were going to burn everything to death.

The most unbearable thing is that he has no ears.

This person is the Hidden Moon Dragon Flower.

The motionless body was covered with knife cuts, and blood flowed frantically and ferociously from inside.

His eyes were still burning like flames, as if nothing had changed.

The broken knife in his hand was still glowing cold.

The corners of his mouth were already twitching, twitching an extremely crazy and cruel smile, as if he was laughing at himself and others.

He didn't seem surprised to see Wusheng coming.

Seventeen or eighteen people stood with horizontal knives on the side, Luo Xin leaned on them, there was a broken knife in his chest, gritted his teeth, and kept gasping.

Luo Xin struggled to breathe, to try to live.

He didn't look at Wusheng, just nodded slightly.

More than a dozen people had already swung their knives, and the blades flashed, slashing towards the Hidden Moon Dragon Flower.

The Hidden Moon Dragon Flower turned into a puddle of flesh in an instant, lifeless, breathless flesh.

The eyeballs were still burning like flames, as if they were the torture fire of hell that burned the demons, and everything was going to be burned alive.

Wusheng didn't want to take another look at the Hidden Moon Dragon Flower, turned around like a stone statue, staring and poking Luo Xin with his eyes like spears, as if he wanted to poke him to death on the ground.

Luo Xin gritted his teeth, barely controlled himself, and stared at Wusheng.

"You seem to know this man?"

"Yes."

"Your friend?"

"I don't have any friends."

"That's your opponent."

Silent without life.

"Your opponent is impatient."

Silent without life.

Luo Xin stared at Wusheng and said coldly, "Who is he?" ”

Silent without life.

A light appeared in Luo Xin's eyes, a fierce light.

"You ......."

Wusheng sighed, "He's not human. ”

"And what is he?"

"He's a flower, the moon dragon flower in the Wanhua Building."

Luo Xin stared at Wusheng, "Killer? ”

Speechless, his eyes were already staring and poking into the distance.

The ancient road in the distance is lonely, lonely and fluttering.

Yang Qing caressed his chest, "Shouldn't we go?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

The stone statue turned around and walked into the distance.

More than a dozen big men suddenly rushed up and surrounded him.

It swept up like a light smoke and fell to Luo Xin's seven feet, silent.

Luo Xin stared at him, word by word.

"I still want you to stay."

"Life or death?"

"Yes."

was silent, staring at Luo Xin like a spear with empty eyes, as if he wanted to poke him to death.

When one eye poked his face, the other eye poked his chest, and when one eye poked his chest, the other eye poked his crotch.

Whoever is stared at by these eyes will not feel very comfortable, and being stared at by these eyes is like being poked by a gun.

Nobunaga Luo let out a long sigh, "Let's go." ”

Neither is alive nor moving.

"Why don't you go?"

Neither is alive nor moving.

Yang Qing stroked his shoulder, "There's no reason why we shouldn't go." ”

Speechless, staring at Luo Xin like a gun.

Luo Xin was also staring at him, "Are you trying to kill me?" ”

"It's not that I want to kill you."

"Who's that?"

Silent without life.

Luo Xin's eyes were already searching, searching everywhere.

There was no figure, no voice.

The world is lonely, and the paths are secluded.

"I don't believe that someone will kill ......."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly popped out, the muscles on his cheeks suddenly lost control, and his body also lost control.

The corners of his mouth already showed a hint of surprise, disbelief, and fear.

There was a knife stuck diagonally in his throat.

The ribbon on the handle of the knife is already fluttering gently, seductive, bizarre and ecstatic.

Ecstasy knife!

The willow ecstasy has come.

But what about her people? No one saw her coming, no one saw her leave.

Luo Xin hugged his neck and wanted to say something, but it turned into a "hiss" wail, and the sound was like a poisonous snake spitting red letters, "hissing".

He struggled and fell to the ground, rolling around,......。

Wusheng didn't want to look at him, and he didn't want to look at anyone, so he turned around like a stone statue, and walked into the distance like a stone statue.

Yang Qing hugged Wusheng's neck and smiled coquettishly.

"Why don't you stay?"

Silent without life.

"You can be a king of the mountain, you want the wind to be windy, you want the rain to be rainy, and you can be majestic."

Silent without life.

"From now on, there is a large group of people serving tea and pouring water, clothes to stretch out their hands, food to open their mouths, how comfortable."

Silent without life.

"Anyway, there are a lot of benefits, and I also enjoyed it at that time, how happy I was."

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing smiled, "You are really a spear god who can't enjoy it, how unwise." ”

Statues of lifeless stone stand upright.

His eyes stared and poked not far away, and a carriage was quietly parked not far away.

Three horses, beveled into the carriage, with a lantern inserted.

There was no wind, the lantern did not shake, and it seemed indescribably lonely and lonely.

There were no grooms, but the three horses were still standing, extremely quiet, without any unnecessary neighing or unwillingness.

The lifeless stone statue stood on the side, staring and poking at the thick curtain like a spear.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and looked at it. "Will there be a hole in this?"

Silent without life.

"Could anyone have deliberately stopped here waiting for us?"

Silent without life.

"Do you think we should go in?"

Silent without life.

The smile on Yang Qing's face was bitter, and she smiled bitterly and was silent.

The thick curtain had been lifted, and a man had stepped forward.

Then he smiled softly.

Her appearance is indeed easy to make a man lose his soul, as long as he is a normal man, he will easily lose his soul after looking at her.

Every corner of the body seems to be full of ecstasy and charm, a kind of ecstasy and charm that can make most normal men lose their souls.

Two strands of hair hung down on his chest, tied freely with only two ribbons.

This person is a willow ecstasy!