The night is darker.

There was no trace of tiredness in the laughter in the small building.

The cheeks of the reckless snake in the rivers and lakes were already flushed, and his gaze gradually became more hazy than the moonlight.

Seven or eight young girls on the side were smiling around him stupidly.

The fire swayed more violently, but he became indescribably amorous and gentle, like a girl in infatuation.

He began to smile.

But his smile soon faded.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, and a girl with soju on the side was slapped by him and slammed into the wall.

Slipping like mud, he stopped moving, as if he had been slapped to death.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and a young girl floated in.

She floated in and fell at his feet, kissing his feet.

The maidens serving the wine were gone, and they knew that the time had come for him to be unhappy, and that if he was unhappy, disaster would happen.

He didn't glance at the girl at his feet, his eyes were still looking out of the window, and suddenly another person floated in from the window.

The man stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Holding a dead girl in her arms.

The reckless and the basin kicked the person away, leaning silently, the gaze in his eyes gradually became clear, and gradually no longer hazy.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards him, stopping at seven feet, silent like a stone statue.

His eyes stared at and poked at this person like a spear, as if he wanted to stab this person to death on the ground.

Cao Mang was also staring at him.

His eyes had gradually become brighter, as bright as a blade, a cold, cold-blooded blade.

"I know you."

Without saying a word, he had slammed the bones in his arms to the ground.

"Are you a spear god without life?"

Silent without life.

"You're still here."

He stared at the bones, silently, silently, silently, but beckoning.

The girl not far away gritted her teeth, struggled to get up, walked over, picked up the bones, and walked outside the house.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue spoke word by word.

"Yes, because you're looking for me."

"That's right, because you've done my thing."

"What's the matter?"

"You killed the Three Tyrants?"

"Yes, what do you want?"

Sen Han's cold-blooded gaze has already floated with murderous intent, "Fight with life, and the murderer will die, it is justified." ”

Suddenly there was a short knife in his hand, and the hand was released, and the knife rolled to the ground with a "ding".

The knife is shining and pressing.

The fire swayed violently and passionately.

Nothing is silent, already waiting.

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

The small building suddenly became cold and gentle, without a trace of warmth.

The beauty is gone, and the wine is fading.

The wine was still there, and on the wide table not far away, there were all kinds of wine, all kinds of wine.

There's nothing you can't see, only what you can't imagine.

In addition to wine is food, the food is very simple, and there are few simple things.

When the cold wind drifts by, the wine jar makes a "buzzing" sound, extremely desolate and sad, as if the ghost is crying about his unwillingness and resentment in the middle of the night.

Grass stares at lifeless, stares at lifeless bodies, stares at lifeless guns.

Finally staring at the knife.

He didn't move, he didn't move.

But the knife had moved, and it floated softly, fluttering, as if inviting something.

It's as if inviting lifeless to die.

Without saying a word, he had already grasped the short knife, and the short knife immediately lost its luster, and there was no light at all.

Suddenly, there was no trace of life, and there was no light to kill.

That compelling glow.

Wusheng held the knife, said nothing, and walked towards the fire.

He put the knife into the fire, and when the knife went into the fire, his hand followed.

The short knife has swayed and writhed in the fire, gradually deformed, gradually melted, and gradually disappeared.

The fire was also swaying, and there was not a trace of pain in his hands, not a trace of swaying, and he was motionless like a stone statue.

The reckless face had condensed, staring at the fire.

Wisps of flame swayed gently around her arm, as if she were an amorous and gentle girl, swaying her loneliness and emptiness.

Recklessly.

There is no life and no speech.

Is there an end to their words? Once the words of the people in the rivers and lakes come to an end, it is time to do it.

Hands are dueling, and dueling is desperate.

Fight for your own life and ask for someone else's life, there is no choice in between. As you do, so do others.

This is the consistent style and choice of Jianghu people.

This generation of rivers and lakes is like this, they don't like to grind their teeth, and if they can't say two words, they will come to an end.

The end of words is also the end of life, either your own or someone else's.

Have they reached the end of their sentence? At the end of your life? Either the end of the recklessness or the end of lifelessness.

Cao Mang raised his head and stared at the lifeless cheeks.

On the hard, cold, steady cheeks, there is not a trace of expression, there is not a trace of emotion.

His body and soul seemed to be carved out of stone, as if no one or anything could give him an expression, not a single thought.

Wusheng took his hand out of the fire, and the short knife with a cold light was left with the hilt.

His hand let go, and the hilt fell to the ground with a "snap".

The hilt of the knife rolled slowly, rolling and floating, floating towards the grass.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the empty eyes stared and poked at the grass mang, as if he wanted to poke the grass to death on the ground.

"This knife won't kill me."

Cao Mang nodded, reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, already sighing.

"It seems that you are really lifeless, and the spear god is lifeless."

"Aren't you reckless? The rivers and lakes are reckless. ”

The reckless blade-like gaze stared at Wusheng, "You killed my man?" ”

"I killed not only your people, but many, many people."

He was reckless, his face was ironclad without a trace of change, and he was already listening.

He knew that Wusheng still had something to say, so he waited.

"The rivers and lakes are places where people kill people, and if no one dies, isn't it very boring?"

Recklessly.

"Whoever can do it will live, and if it can't do it, he will be reincarnated and become a new person."

"You like to kill?"

"If I don't kill people, I don't know what to do, if I don't kill people, what are I doing alive?"

Grass nodded recklessly.

He nodded not because he knew that the knife could not kill anyone, but because he knew that no knife could kill him.

"If you don't kill people, won't you be able to sleep?"

Silent without life.

"Do you live only to kill?"

Silent without life.

"There is still a lot to be done in life."

Silent without life.

"Just like me, there are a lot of cute and comfortable things to do."

Silent without life.

"As long as I have money and power, I can do anything strange."

Silent without life.

The grass stared at Wusheng, and his face gradually lost the chill of a blade, and gradually became like an iron plate.

His eyes slowly stared at the table, which was filled with large and small wine jars, wine jugs, and wine glasses.

No matter what kind of drunkard sees it, he can't help but like it, and then he is deeply attracted, and then that sinful heart will be firmly bound and bound inside.

There is no pain, no sorrow, and no bullshit love and hatred.

"As long as I'm happy, I can go on forever."

I have to say that the reckless man in the rivers and lakes is indeed a person who can enjoy himself, and there may be no one who can compare to him in the number of ways to enjoy.

But what did he say about this? Why do you say this to Wusheng?

Do you want to try to impress Wusheng? Let's see if Wusheng is such a god as the legend in the rivers and lakes?

Silent without life.

"Actually, everyone is the same, and so are you, too."

Silent without life.

"As long as you're willing to be ruthless and enjoy it, it's fine."

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue and walked to the window.

The empty eyes were already staring and poking into the distance.

In the distance is the edge of the sky, his heart, his soul seems to have floated to the edge of the sky, he seems to have come from the edge of the sky, as if he is thinking about the edge of the sky.

The cold wind is fluttering in the sky, and the cold moon hangs low.

The night was silent, and occasionally there was the sound of rolled dead leaves lapping the earth, a very gloomy, extremely empty sound.

He didn't seem to want to look at the grass again, and he didn't want to listen to it again.

Cao Mang sighed secretly, "A big man has status and silver tickets in the rivers and lakes, so he can run rampant in the rivers and lakes, otherwise, he is not bullshit." ”

Silent without life.

He couldn't say anything anymore, and he couldn't stay any longer.

So he turned around like a stone statue and walked forward, towards the moonlight.

Cao Mang sighed louder and stared at him, "You wait a minute. ”

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

He didn't say anything, but clapped his hands.

A woman walked in outside the door, a quiet, clean woman, her expression and clothes were neither noble nor lowly, and every corner of her body was full of the smell of books.

She also held the scroll in her hand.

She walked in and looked at Wusheng, at everything that was lifeless.

There was no hint of offense, no hint of surprise, only respect.

The grass stared at Wusheng and sighed secretly.

"She is a talented woman at the end of the world, and she is a scholar."

Shuxiang stared at Wusheng and nodded slightly.

She's not a very beautiful woman, she's not a very ecstatic woman, she's just a very quiet woman.

Cao Mang got up from the rosewood chair, walked over, and patted Shuxiang on the shoulder.

"She is famous in the rivers and lakes, and she is as famous as the prodigal son at the end of the world."

Silent without life.

"The prodigal son is ecstatic, a talented scholar, what do you think of her?"

Silent without life.

Cao Mang walked to the table, drank the wine in the glass, and then said lightly.

"As long as you nod her head, she's yours, and she does whatever you like to ask her."

Shuxiang stared at Wusheng and nodded.

She nodded and walked out, she was never disgusted or bored.

Silent without life.

"I really don't want to be your enemy, I just want to be your friend."

Wusheng suddenly turned around, staring and poking at the reckless head like a spear, "Are you the head of the snake reckless?" ”

Grass nodded recklessly.

"I'll kill your little brother."

Grass nodded recklessly.

"Kill your personal ring, too."

Grass nodded recklessly.

"You don't hold a grudge against me?"

Grass nodded recklessly.

"Why don't you fight with me?"

Cao Mang smiled, "I can't fight with you. ”

"Why?"

"Because I have made you a friend, I will never kill a friend."

The lifeless stone statue turned around, and the stone statue was silent.

Walking out of the house like a stone statue, he suddenly stopped, "I don't have friends, I don't like friends, I like enemies, I like duels." ”

Cao nodded recklessly, silent.

Wusheng walked forward, and ahead was the horizon.

His body was still standing like a stone statue, and he was walking into the distance.

The recklessness is already sighing.

Shuxiang had walked in, silent.

Quietly walked to the window, quietly stared at the stone statue-like body, and gradually disappeared into the sky, disappearing under the hanging moon.