The world is long, and the cold rain is sluggish.

Yang Qing stared outside, and everything outside didn't seem to make her timid or cowardly.

She seemed to be used to it.

The temple was quiet, quiet and could only hear the sound of cold rain hitting the ground and Xiao Xiao hitting the earth, an extremely lonely and desolate sound.

Her gaze retracted, staring at the lifeless.

Her eyes are not as delicate and weak as Liu Ecstasy, nor are they as seductive and ecstatic as her, but they are very concerned and caring.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent.

The wound on his back was still fragile and would burst at any moment, Yang Qing rebandaged it, turned around, and looked at Liu Ecstasy.

Liu Ecstasy didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even look up at her.

She had shrunk into a ball in the corner, motionless like a shrimp.

Does she have a lot of sad memories in her heart? Got a lot of heart-piercing sting?

In this cold, cruel rain, does it make her lovesick and longing for her distant lover? Or is it a longing for a distant family? Or distant pain?

The biggest torture of many emotions is lovesickness, the lovesickness that goes deep into the bone marrow, can simply make most people who wander and wander in foreign lands go crazy and collapse.

She was undoubtedly changed by this miserable rain, and Yang Qing seemed to have seen through her heart and held this idea.

The rain makes people think, and the rain makes people sad, and this sentence may not be wrong.

Yang Qing stared at her, her gaze becoming more gentle and concerned.

She pulled Liu Ecstasy up and hugged her in her arms, as if she was drunk when she was drunk.

She didn't seem to take that scene in the carriage to heart anymore, and she didn't want to take it to heart.

Maybe she already understands the soul of Liu, and understands that when a woman is lonely and lonely, she can easily make mistakes.

She caressed her soft, ecstatic body, and her gaze became more pitying, loving.

"Are you afraid of the rain?"

Liu was silent, his body had gradually become stable, and his breathing had gradually become delicate and ecstatic.

"If you have anything on your mind, you can tell it, we are all women."

Perhaps women are the easiest to understand women, and they are also the most considerate and understanding of women.

Her words were extremely pitying, loving, and pitying, loving, close to loving-kindness, close to great motherly love.

Willow sighed and stood up, away from her embrace.

There was no trace of lovesickness, sorrow, nothing on the woman's face. There is only the seductive and ecstasy, which makes most of the rootless prodigal sons in the rivers and lakes haunted by dreams, unable to eat, and unable to sleep mature charm.

She stood delicately, delicate enough to close to collapse, perhaps more appropriately called numbness.

Yang Qing was silent, and the pity and love in her eyes had condensed.

She had realized that she had just been mistaken, that she was by no means a woman who was easily lovesick and depressed.

What is the side of a woman that she doesn't want others to see?

Is it the deepest love in your heart? Is it a lonely life? Is it a bleak day? ......。

Yang Qing was already gasping for breath and lowered her head, unwilling to think about it anymore.

She didn't seem to be able to understand this woman at all, it was like knowing about lifelessness, and she really couldn't understand what strange things were in her heart.

They have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, is it that the longer they spend in the rivers and lakes, the deeper and more indifferent the heart in their stomachs will become, and the more fake everything on their faces will become.

Liu Ecstasy is exactly this kind of person, and everything on his face is fake.

Standing delicately, his gaze was still so seductive and ecstatic, unchanged, as if it would not change.

Her gaze had dropped outward.

Outside, the rain was dripping, and the broken, messy bones were lonely.

The rain not only washes away the blood on the bones, but also washes away the hatred and love that are entangled in the bones.

The body had turned white, and the blood was flowing extremely slowly, and it did not stop.

A withered yellow leaf fell in the cold rain, and fell unbiased in a pool of blood, an extremely dull and transparent pool of blood.

Swaying and flowing into the ditch not far away, it can neither resist nor escape.

This is the rivers and lakes, aren't many people like this withered leaf, knowing the tragic and bleak fate, but they can't resist or escape.

Yang Qing's body had gradually stiffened, and the expression on her face had gradually become more ugly.

Liu ecstasy caressed her body, "It's sad to rain, no matter how it falls, it's going to be sad." ”

Yang Qing nodded.

Liu's ecstatic gaze retracted and stared at Yang Qing.

Her gaze at men and women is the same, indescribably seductive and ecstatic.

Even if a woman sees it, she will give birth to affection and love.

Yang Qing was already bitter, but she didn't hang her head.

Liu Ecstasy already had a smile on his face, "Actually, you are very beautiful, I really envy you." ”

She looked at Wusheng and then at Yang Qing, "If I were a man, I would marry you back, lock you up at home, and not let you go out." ”

Yang Qing was surprised, and there was a smile on her face, "Why?" ”

A woman who has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for decades, joking is definitely not something ordinary people can think of.

"Because they will be very busy, maybe too busy to sleep and do happy things."

Yang Qing's face was gradually red, "You ......." ”

"Are you trying to say I'm shameless?"

Yang Qing was silent, gritted her teeth, and looked at Wusheng.

When she looked at Wusheng, her neck was already red and fluttering, and she was indescribably shy and moving.

Liu ecstasy turned around and lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

Her head hung so low that no one could see it.

What is the complexion? Does she have indescribable grief and helplessness in her heart? It was as if her heart had been tingling.

Is it the tragic fate of the robbers outside? Or is it a parting spell? Or the robed blood king, one of the four heavenly kings?

She gradually regained her shrimp-like appearance, leaning in the corner, alone and shivering lonely.

What stung her deeply? Shatter her body alive.

There are not many things that can crush a prodigal son at the end of the world.

The rain makes people sad, and it makes people even more lonely and empty.

If a person stays at the door, quietly staring at the continuous rain, Xiao Xiao falling from the sky, falling to the ground, flowing endlessly, that feeling will come out.

That feeling is simply a mad spell from the devil, a mad spell that can only make people miserable and crazy.

Yang Qing didn't want to look at her because she really didn't know her.

If you don't understand, you don't want to touch her, because it can't relieve the slightest pain in her heart, it will only add to the trouble, the trouble that is disgusting, boring, and tired.

Although this kind of trouble did not come out of the mouth of Liu Ecstasy, nor did it appear on his face, nor did it come out of his eyes.

Yang Qing held the cloak and held it tightly, but she didn't know why she was doing it.

Outside, the rain was still there, and the cold, unforgiving earth had gradually become soft, less hard.

As soon as the foot falls, a footprint, a deep footprint, appears.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

Empty eyes stared and poked ahead.

A man in front of him slowly retreated.

The unscabbarded knife was already in the hand, and it was also in the rain, and the icy rain had rolled down from the tip of the knife and rolled down to the earth.

Not a single voice, not a single emotion.

The hat on his head was slanted, and the gaze on his face was also slanted.

This man is a quick knife.

He had retreated, and who could keep him from going? Who has such power?

When the footsteps were raised, a pit appeared in the ground.

He didn't retreat quickly, but he was steady, but he stopped no matter how far he retreated.

The knife was still dripping with rain, and sometimes the dripping rain was more unbearable and unbearable than the dripping blood.

Yang Qing wanted to clench the cloak, but found that she had already clenched it.

In front of the knife came a man, a healthy, overly strong man.

This man's ailment seemed to be worse than that of Wusheng, and he wore only a pair of trousers on his body.

On the snow-white pants and bronzed body, every muscle seems to be full of vitality and strength.

The smile on his face was crazy, fierce and sarcastic.

This person is the personal Vajra in the parting mantra, the Vajra of the incorruptible body of Vajra.

His original name is gone, no one knows what his past was like, and everything that was old is no longer important.

The important thing is now, now is the master of the hands in the parting spell, the strong hand of the strong hand.

He suddenly stopped, staring at the knife in the hand of the fast knife, staring at it deadly.

"You're fast?"

The quick knife gritted his teeth and stopped.

"How fast?"

The quick knife hand did not move, the knife did not move, and the rain on the tip of the knife still rolled down, as if it was heavy.

It was so heavy that he couldn't lift it, and he couldn't swing it.

His face was as white as paper, and his expression became extremely stiff and strange.

The brim of the hat was not very low, and a pair of eyes were already twitching, but they didn't know what to twitch.

Is it sadness? Is it pain? Or is it the panic about King Kong? Or is it fear?

The clothes were tightly clinging to his body, and he could faintly see every muscle on his back, and every muscle seemed to be twitching, just like his eyes.

"You'd love to know about my knife?"

King Kong nodded, a smile already drifting across the cold, cruel rain.

The cold, cruel rain washed over that face as if it were washing the earth.

Apathy, ruthlessness and extinction.

"Is your knife good?"

Kuaidao sneered, the smile was bitter and painful.

He was bitter that he would end up like this, and he was also bitter for the brothers who had been licking blood at the head of the knife for a long time.

It was so bitter that he couldn't help but vomit and collapse.

But he still has to endure it, and he has to fight for a chance to live, as long as he can live, it is good.

Everything else is bullshit, and bullshit can be owned at any time, as long as you can live.

"Do you know who I am?"

King Kong nodded, the rain running down his cheeks, the cold rain not changing the smile on his face.

Instead, it fueled the strength of the smile even more.

His smile seemed to be the whip that tortured the ghost in hell, and it was already torturing the body of the fast knife.

Tormented up and down, left and right, inside and out, he seems to have become a demon in hell.

"You're a soft commodity, a useless soft commodity."

The quick knife stared at King Kong, and then at his side.

On the side of King Kong, there is the Blood King.

The bloody Blood King was as dead as flesh without a trace of vitality or vitality, and his cheeks looked extremely tired and weak.