The forest is lonely, and the ancient road is long.

The cold wind was blowing, and the ancient road had long since dried up, becoming cold, hard and unforgiving.

The wheels are rolling and the mud is gone, and the dust is getting there.

The dust was fluttering, and their hearts were fluttering, and they didn't know where they were going, nor how far they were going.

That's not how life is.

I don't know where I am in front of me, and I don't know how long I can live, wandering and wandering without roots.

I don't know if this is the luck of the Jianghu people, or the misfortune of the Jianghu people.

There may be many people in the rivers and lakes who are tired and disgusted with this kind of day, but they are powerless and unable to choose, because this is the rivers and lakes, maybe you are really tired and tired, maybe your heart has wandered, wandered has panicked, bitter, and even deep into the bone marrow, deep into the soul of fear, sorrow, but what can you do?

These are all things that the people of the rivers and lakes are powerless and unable to choose.

Even if your fate is extremely bleak and miserable, it will not work.

The cold wind is blowing, and the dust is bleak.

No one asked the old coachman where he was going. Isn't it dangerous there? Are there any cannibals?

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

Empty eyes are already staring and poking into the distance.

Do you have your own loved ones and loved ones in the distance? Have someone of your own dreams?

There is no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, is it really no emotion? Is it only a duel?

Shouldn't the body and soul be dedicated to a duel? Is there no room for anything else in his spirit and mind?

This is not only a tragic contribution, but also a tragic sacrifice of extinction.

But who can really understand it? That kind of stimulation and impact on the edge of life and death? How can that be enjoyed by ordinary people?

The joy of struggle and pain is more than enough to compensate for all the contributions and sacrifices.

Heaven is realistic and cold, but it is also very just and very deity, so people don't have to worry about what they should gain or lose when they live, all of this is a foregone conclusion, but also a dead end, and there is no way to change it.

Although people live to keep to themselves, excessive greed cannot be seen for a while, but they will always lose what does not belong to them, and they are still themselves.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, and then looked at Wusheng.

"Actually, you're all a kind of human being."

Silent without life.

"You're the kind of people who don't like to talk."

Silent without life.

"People who like to be silent."

Silent without life.

"Do you have a lot on your mind?"

Speechless, already sighing.

"Why don't you tell me, maybe I'll share your pressure."

Speechless, he turned around.

Liu ecstasy has gradually awakened, but he is reluctant to raise his head.

Isn't her face ugly? Isn't there a lot of secret stuff? There is a lot of unspeakable sorrow and pain?

That's why I don't want others to see it.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Yi's soul, "I have a lot of things to ask you, but I don't know where to ask." ”

Liu ecstasy raised his head and stared at Yang Qing, his eyes were still the same, his expression was still the same, and he was still even speaking.

Not a single trace has changed.

"What are you going to ask me?"

"What happened last night."

"What happened last night?"

"How did you get hurt?"

"I don't know."

She stared at the tearing blood on her body, as if she really didn't know.

Yang Qing was already sighing. "You really don't know?"

Liu ecstasy nodded, staring at the wine jar, his eyes delicate, gentle and weak.

"Do you want to drink?"

Liu ecstasy nodded.

Yang Qing brought a wine glass, "You like to drink very much?" ”

Liu shook her head delicately and smiled.

The person who can drink calmly under such a smile is either a woman or a useless man.

Yang Qing stared at the woman who had lost her soul.

Liu Ecstasy lowered his head and drank the wine from the wine glass, gasping delicately.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, with indescribable envy and adoration in her eyes. "You ......."

Liu was silent, staring at Yang Qing quietly, staring at the innocent and innocent cheeks.

She brought the phoenix claws on the low table and ate them quietly.

No matter who it is, when she eats it with phoenix claws in her hand, it will be very unsightly and easily disgusting, but she is an exception.

She eats phoenix claws, but it is beautiful, beautiful and delicate.

"I love this."

Yang Qing smiled, laughing so hard that she couldn't bear to stare at her face, a drunk woman is good-looking, but she can't look like this.

She poured another glass.

Then he drank from the wine jar, and when he gave the wine jar, he sighed and gasped.

The jar was empty, and she was becoming weaker to speak, and her breathing was thicker.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing and finally hugged her in his arms.

The fire had gradually become extremely sluggish and weak, and the carriage had gradually become quiet, so calm that you could hear everyone's pulse beating.

Liu ecstasy stared at the lifeless, her eyes fell on the lifeless body, and the delicate, ecstatic eyes seemed to be the hands of a lover, the gentle, amorous hands of a lover.

He was already stroking and searching on his body, as if he was urgent and excited.

Gradually her body trembled slightly, and she hung her head, not wanting others to see her cheeks.

But he was caressing Yang Qing's body, "Do you have anything to ask me?" ”

Silent without life.

"If you want to ask, just ask."

Silent without life.

"Actually, if you say what is in your heart, it is really comfortable."

Silent without life.

"I wanted to say it, but I didn't know how to say it."

Without saying a word, he had taken the wine jar over.

The mud seal is shattered as soon as it is struck, and the aroma of wine is wafting.

The color of loneliness is even stronger.

Standing as lifeless, silent as a stone statue.

Liu ecstasy stared at the wine in the jar, and the ripples in it had floated, just like his own heart, which was also floating.

Is there a lot of unspeakable pain and sorrow in my heart?

The cold wind was blowing, and everything in heaven and earth gradually became more and more broken.

The anguish in his heart was even heavier, so heavy that he couldn't help but throw himself on the ground, vomit and go crazy.

A dead branch suddenly fell, he stretched out his hand and copied it, and the dead branch was already in his hand.

But the dead branch suddenly broke again.

The muscles on Wen Tianzong's face gradually stiffened, and he slowly raised his head and stared ahead.

There was a man standing in front of him, a smile on his face, and a hand had been stretched out, as if he was inviting or giving.

The hand has been released, and the ribbon in the hand slowly floated up, floating towards Wen Tianzong.

Wen Tian let go of his hand, the dead branch in his hand had hit the ground, and the ribbon had floated in.

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.

"Parting Charm."

This should not have been said, but he said it.

It's like doing something you shouldn't do, but doing it is not only useless, it's also boring.

But it may not be disgusting or boring.

Wen Tianzong looked at this person, this person slowly put the sword between his arms, and then stretched out his hands, which were already lightly applauded.

Every muscle on the man's cheeks had a smile on it, a smile that was so pleasant and so painful.

The light in his eyes was powerful and excited, as if he was a man who had been lonely and empty for a long time, and when he saw a very beautiful woman, he seemed indescribably expectant and enthusiastic.

The ribbon is already fluttering.

His man was as cold as ice, and he stood coldly, staring coldly at the man's body, at the hand holding the sword.

The man did not move, and neither did the sword.

If the people's hearts move, the killing machine will move, and the killing intent will move.

The killing intent had floated, and the hand holding the book suddenly changed, with an extremely skillful and sophisticated movement.

The dossier suddenly floated up, and a pen fell.

Gold Pen.

The golden light flickered, and his shadow had floated up, drifting towards parting.

Either you part with yourself, or you part with others.

There is no choice, not a single one.

The golden light is longitudinal, and the figures are fluttering.

Seventeen or eighteen moves have been made, and each move is extremely fast and accurate.

Every move seemed to have touched the man's body, as if it had touched the man's blood, but it was only as if.

Actually?

Wen Tianzong suddenly fell not far away, already gasping.

The golden pen in his hand was already trembling, and his body was trembling.

"Who are you?"

The sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed, and his smile became indescribably vicious and cruel.

The cruel smile fluttered, and the chill on the blade of the sword was Xiao Xiao.

The man did not move, but drew his sword.

Wen Tianzong seemed to be out of breath, his body and soul seemed to have been pressed by an invisible and intangible pressure, and he was about to collapse and go crazy.

"Who are you in the parting spell?"

The man did not move, nor did he speak.

He didn't have to speak, and he didn't have to speak.

Because this man's eyes and the cold light of the sword are already speaking.

said the excitement of murder, murderous aura, and murderous intent.

"You are the Four Heavenly Kings?" Wen Tianzong gritted his teeth, "You are the Spring Festival Sword King?" ”

Chun Xiao was silent, and he had come over.

As a killer, a sword king in the parting spell, no matter what time it is, it is a spring night and a cave room.

Bloody caves, stained red with the blood of opponents.

Even during the day, the excitement and pleasure of the Spring Festival do not have to be at night.

He walked towards Wen Tianzong, as if he were an excited, amorous bride, to the cave room, to his groom.

At this moment, Wen Tianzong is the groom who makes him excited and amorous, and he has walked towards Wen Tianzong, as if he is already enjoying the fun and pleasure inside.

At this moment, Chunxiao's heart seems to have no spirit and thought, just a sword.

Sword piercing.

The sword flashed, and it flashed.

There is only one sword, nothing else, and there will be nothing else.

Wen Tian's pupils contracted suddenly, and the muscles on his face suddenly twisted and deformed.

But it didn't fall, it didn't fall or not.

For he is parted, his life is parted, his body is parted, his spirit is parted, his mind is gone, he is all gone.

The sword had been slowly drawn, and his man had fallen into the distance.

The blade was still dripping with blood, and he was in no hurry to sheath it.

He slowly brought the sword close to his lips, and then blew hard, and blood splattered out and fell to the ground.

Blood fell to the ground, and the sword slowly sank into its sheath.

His clothes were already fluttering in the cold wind, and his body no longer had a trace of murderous intent, no trace of murderous aura, no trace of killing intent, and no trace of killing intent.

People have parted, and the moment of the Spring Festival has passed,......。