There was no wind, only rain.

The cold, cruel rain not only washed away the blood on the ground, but also seemed to wash the cold wind to death, and died by the impact of the cold.

The blood gradually became very dim, not as ruddy, so bright, and so moving as when it first flowed out, but the resentment that had accumulated in their hearts was deeper and thicker.

Because this is the rivers and lakes, there will be grudges, and if there are grudges, there will be blood, and the reason why blood is inexhaustible is because the grudges in their hearts are endless.

Maybe it's because of this that the rivers and lakes are called rivers and lakes.

Perhaps because of their extraordinary stories and emotions, the rivers and lakes will be infatuated and loved by many people, and their stories and emotions will be passed down from generation to generation, forever brilliant, brilliant, bright and dazzling.

But how many people understand that behind their brilliant and brilliant scenes, how much helplessness and unwillingness, a kind of helplessness and unwillingness that cannot resist and escape, and the helplessness and unwillingness that penetrates deep into the body and seeps into the blood.

Perhaps only they, the Jianghu people, can understand how miserable and desolate it is.

The blood on his head was washed away, and he didn't know where he had lost his robe, and his face gradually looked very tired and weak, a very satisfied, very enjoyable tiredness and weakness.

The blood of others on his body had been washed away, but his own had flowed out, and the bloody blood kept flowing.

Wherever the wandering ghost's teeth fell, a bloody hole appeared, and the bloody bloody hole kept flowing blood, flowing with his tiredness and weakness.

Maybe that's how much you can kill.

The knife in his hand was gone, and it was the same with or without a knife anyway.

If a murderous heart dies, it cannot kill anyone, nor can it kill.

Maybe not many people can understand the artistic conception of this, and not many people will support this statement.

If a murderous heart is abolished, the killing intent will be abolished, the murderous spirit will be abolished, and everything will be abolished, then even if the hand is a powerful weapon between heaven and earth, there will be no compelling killing machine, compelling killing intent, and compelling murderous aura.

What will a person in the rivers and lakes who has no murderous intent, murderous intent, or murderous aura become?

Perhaps the current wanderer understands best, the eyes have gradually protruded, the tongue has gradually dragged out, the muscles on the face have gradually relaxed, and the high upturned nerves on the arms have gradually fallen.

But there was an indescribable helplessness and unwillingness in his eyes, the helplessness and unwillingness that most people in the rivers and lakes had.

The Blood King's hand slowly retracted from his neck, and he sat on the ground as he retracted, motionless and gasping slowly.

His eyes were obsessed, dull, and weak, as if he had become extremely tired and exhausted after being overly passionate, and after the past stimulation.

Tired, tired and don't want to do anything, don't want to do anything.

Just staring silently at the ground, the blood on the ground gradually fading and disappearing.

That feeling is like a prodigal son whose wine penetrates deep into his body and soul, a rootless prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, sitting on a dark, cold, lonely street, staring at everything that spits out.

He seems to be like that now.

He didn't move, his tiredness grew thicker, and his wheezing became thicker.

Is he really tired? Or is it too much fun and reminiscing about the fun and pleasure?

No one knows what this terrible, wicked madman is thinking.

He touched his head, and then he hung down, not moving, as if he was too lazy to move.

There was no wind, but the chill was stronger.

Yang Qing had already held the cloak tightly in her arms and did not let go of it.

She seemed to be frightened.

What about the willow ecstasy?

Standing behind Yang Qing delicately, he didn't speak quietly, didn't move, and still hung his head.

She didn't even look up.

Aren't you scared too? Or is there a secret on the face? What's the ulterior motive? A kind of helplessness and bitterness that cannot be described or confided?

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

The man didn't move, and neither did the gun.

The tip of the spear was dripping, and the cold, cruel rain was rolling.

Everything seemed to have become very calm, and the only thing that was calm was the sound of falling rain.

It seems that the story here is coming to an end, and it should be time for it to come to an end.

Maybe it's just the beginning, and it's not over.

Jianghu is the beginning of the epidemic, but there is no end to the epidemic, because there is no end.

The Blood King struggled to his feet, neither looking at the lifeless, nor at the broken man on the ground, the man he had ruined.

He turned around slowly and saw a man.

The hat that covers the rain on his head is worn obliquely, his mouth is also slanted, and his eyes are also slanted, staring at the Blood King obliquely.

The gaze has become cold and cruel, colder and crueler than the rain.

"You killed it?"

The Blood King nodded.

He seemed reluctant to speak, for he was tired and weak.

Tired and powerless, I don't want to ask who this person is and what I want to do.

"Are you a parting charm?"

The Blood King nodded.

The man's hand had grasped it gently, and the robe not far away was already fluttering.

The robe has gradually become pale red, and it is no longer so bright and bright.

"Are you the Four Heavenly Kings in the Parting Spell, the Robe Blood King?"

The Blood King nodded.

He raised his head and stared at the man, at the knife in his hand.

The knife without a scabbard is already slowly revealing murderous intent and murderous intent.

The rain is coming in and out, and it's getting colder.

The man's words grew colder and colder. "Have you killed all the people here?"

The Blood King nodded.

The man stared at the Blood King obliquely, and said evilly, "You haven't killed them yet." ”

The Blood King was silent, already waiting.

"I'm not dead yet, so you haven't killed them all."

The Blood King glared at the man, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a big creditor, quick knife."

When it came to the quick knife, his knife had already been struck, and in a flash, it had already entered the body of the Blood King.

The Blood King gritted his teeth, his hands were already twitching violently, swaying, and the robe behind his body was also twitching and swaying.

Anything that suddenly fell to the ground, motionless.

The motionless eyeballs bulged out high, as if they would pop out at any moment.

The body was no longer moving, and the fast knife slowly pulled out the knife, standing quietly, quietly letting the cold, cruel rain wash the blade.

didn't speak, didn't move, stared quietly into the eyes of the wandering ghost, but his eyes revealed an indescribable helplessness and unwillingness, a kind of helplessness and unwillingness that most people in the rivers and lakes penetrated deep into their bodies and infiltrated into their blood.

The icy rain was rolling down his eyes, and his eyes were motionless.

He seems to have seen through the helplessness and unwillingness on the surface, as if he has seen the truth inside.

What's the truth inside?

Kuaidao was already sighing, and his eyes were already showing pity and sympathy.

What will become of a person's murderous intent if it is abolished?

If a murderous heart is abolished, the killing intent will be abolished, the murderous spirit will be abolished, and everything will be abolished, then even if the hand is a powerful weapon between heaven and earth, there will be no forcing killing machine, forcing killing intent, and forcing killing spirit.

The quick knife closed his eyes and shook his head, but he didn't know that it was rain? Or tears?

The blood on the blade of the knife was completely washed away, and the quick knife walked over, picked up the wandering ghost, and walked towards lifeless.

Stop at seven feet.

He didn't speak, he didn't move, he just stared at Wusheng quietly, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

The hand did not move, and the gun did not move.

The tip of the spear was dripping down, and the rain was rolling down, drop by drop.

Wusheng didn't speak, and there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, and there would be no emotion.

Staring and poking at the front like a gun, there was only rain ahead.

The cold, cruel rain has gradually drifted more rapidly, and gradually it has drifted more chilling and bitter.

Kuaidao nodded, staring at Wusheng.

"I know you."

Silent without life.

"You are one of the few gods in the rivers and lakes, the god of guns."

Silent without life.

"You didn't kill the waves?"

Speechless, as if not heard.

"You didn't kill him, don't you think you don't have to do it?"

He didn't say anything, didn't move, didn't look at him.

"Because you have deposed him? Isn't it? ”

Silent without life.

"If his heart hadn't been abolished by you, the Blood King might not be his opponent, and he would ......."

He didn't finish speaking, as if he couldn't finish speaking, and his mouth seemed to have become bitter, so bitter that it made people mad, collapsed, and vomited.

Silent without life.

The knife stopped talking, suddenly turned around, strode away, and walked forward.

The rain is heavier and colder ahead.

His steps will not stop, just like his mouth, he will not speak at will.

is not a casual person, and what he does will not be casual, and he will not drag the mud and water.

Neither is alive nor moving.

As if not seeing, as if too lazy to see.

He seems to have looked down on the grievances, hatreds, love and hatred between heaven and earth, and the entanglement ...... love and hate.

He finally sighed.

Yang Qing stared at him and gradually left, and a touch of sadness floated inexplicably in her heart.

She hugged the lifeless body, "You didn't fight. ”

Silent without life.

"Just looking."

Silent without life.

"Why can you abolish someone?"

Silent without life.

"How did you do that?"

Silent without life.

"Did you use a special method?"

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing didn't say a word, caressing his body, and staring at the cold rain outside with a smile.

Joy and joy gradually drifted across her face.

The cold, cruel rain outside couldn't stop her joy and joy.

As long as a person is alive, he must try to make himself happy and joyful, otherwise, isn't he living in vain?

Yang Qing obviously understands this.

So there's nothing bad about it, just try to smile and face everything with a smile.

What about the willow ecstasy?

Does she understand this? Do you understand that when there are no bad things, you should try to make yourself happy?

Her head had hung lower, her body had leaned against the cold, hard wall, gradually becoming more delicate and weak, and she had gradually crouched.

There was no joy, no crying, but why did her body tremble slightly?

Is it shaking your loneliness and emptiness? Or are you shaking your joy and cheerfulness? Or is it shaking with sorrow and sorrow?