The sky gradually began to shine.

In the distance, the white clouds fluttered, drifting from the sky, and drifting away.

There are fewer dead leaves on the branches, and they are more bleak and bleak than they were yesterday.

The early morning sun was lower, hanging low on the branches, and a dark tired bird was grinding the branches with its long beak, looking disgusted and tired.

But he suddenly flew up and flew to the sky, as if he was oppressed by an invisible killing machine, pressuring to leave, and parting with this forest.

He walked into the forest like a lifeless stone statue, and the end of the forest was the end of his footsteps.

Because in front of it is a rock spring, and there is a willow tree under the rock spring.

This is where the War Book is located.

Tomorrow evening, next to the rock spring, under the willow trees.

Wash your throat and bring your gun.

Wanhualou

Isn't this the end of a person's life, either his or Wanhualou's.

This matter is a foregone conclusion, and there is no room for change, not the slightest.

What should a person do at the end of their life?

Before dusk came, it became very quiet, and the silence was maddening, maddening.

Is the dead leaves there also like here, which have become indescribably desolate and desolate, desolate and desolate as hell, without a trace of human flavor.

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

The empty eyes have been staring and poking into the distance like spearheads, as if they want to poke everything in the distance alive, poke to death and invisible.

The trees in the distance were lonely, and even the fall of a dead leaf could be heard softly.

She was quieter, standing quietly, silent, staring at the lifeless, staring at the lifeless body.

Staring at the lifeless body, staring at the gun in the lifeless hand.

Then she just laughed.

Speechless, walked towards her.

"It's you."

"It's me."

"You shouldn't be here."

"Why shouldn't I come?"

"This is a forbidden place for rivers and lakes at this time."

"So I shouldn't have come?"

"Yes, you should go, get out of here."

"I don't want to go, even if I do, it's not now, at least until dusk."

Silent without life.

He had turned away, unwilling to look at her again.

Shuxiang stared at the stone-like body, "At least you should know why I'm here." ”

Silent without life.

"You should at least understand that it's not bad for you, only good."

Silent without life.

Shuxiang walked towards him, walked directly in front of him, and stood quietly, as if quieter than the scroll in her hand, "I'll just say a word and leave, maybe you won't see me in the future." ”

Silent without life.

"Three flowers, wind and rain spear flowers, nameless flowers, fragrant and soft flowers."

After she finished speaking, she quietly stared at the lifeless, staring at everything that was lifeless.

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

Shuxiang also nodded, turned around quietly, and left here.

Her back faded away.

Wusheng still looked at her back, her back was so lonely and empty.

The heavens and the earth gradually became quieter.

The dead leaves roll up and fall again, and they don't move when they fall.

Neither is alive nor moving.

Why did she tell him this? How did she know about him? Why did she risk her life to save him?

The talented girl and the prodigal son of the end of the world are equally famous, the talented girl is scholarly, and the prodigal son is ecstatic, both of them have their own stories, different encounters, and different life beauty.

Such a person will not lack the company of men around him, and there will be no lack of men's pursuits.

......。

Wusheng sighed, he didn't want to think about it anymore, and turned around with a sigh.

Without stopping, I went into the woods, towards the rock springs, towards the willows.

There was no one under the willow tree and no one around.

Dusk is approaching, and the remnant sun hangs low.

He stood like a stone statue under the willow tree, and waited quietly, closing his eyes.

The cold wind was blowing, the willow branches were swaying gently, and his hair was already swaying gently.

The withered grass on the ground is soft and yellow, and although it is not as delicate and fresh as it is in spring and summer, it is more gentle and understanding.

He has seen the wind and rain gun, and his marksmanship is not very clever, flashy and substantial.

What about nameless flowers, fragrant flowers?

What kind of people are they? What does it look like? With what weapons?

No one knows about them, and even if they do, they are no longer human, and those who have seen them are dead.

Wusheng seems to be meditating, and it is as if he is not contempling.

The dead leaves swept up by the cold wind drifted towards his body, and before he could arrive, he suddenly flew far away, far away.

The bloody remnant sun is reflected in the spring water, and the spring water becomes bloody, as if it was dyed with blood.

The ripples of the spring water and the cold wind pass, becoming more intense and enthusiastic.

Wusheng gradually opened his eyes, staring and poking forward with empty eyes like spears.

There was a man standing in front of him, a sword.

An ordinary person, an ordinary sword.

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

Ordinary and ordinary people stood not far away, looking at Wusheng with an ordinary gaze.

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

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

The empty eyes were already staring at and poking at this man like spearheads, as if they wanted to stab this person alive on the ground.

The man stared at Wusheng, "The gun god is lifeless? ”

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

The man also nodded, as if he was afraid that he would find the wrong person and kill the wrong person, so he asked first.

"I am the flower of Wanhualou, a nameless flower."

Wusheng nodded.

"Isn't that weird?"

Silent and silent, as if strange, but not as if not strange.

"Don't you think it's strange that I'm alone?"

Silent without life.

"Because I'm enough, enough to kill you."

Silent without life.

"So they don't have to come, they don't have to shoot."

Nothing is silent, already waiting.

He was already waiting for his opponent to swing his sword, and the sword floated over to duel him and fight desperately.

Where the flowers are silent.

The sword gradually came out of its sheath, an ordinary, unpretentious sword, without a trace of chill or murderous aura.

What's going on? Why is the sword in the hand of a generation killer not murderous? No killing?

Fanhua threw the scabbard aside, and her body gradually floated up.

Drifting towards nothingness, drifting very slowly, very slowly.

They were getting closer and closer, and the blood-red spring water churned more violently, and at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly became cold and weak, as fast as lightning, and flew like a rainbow to pierce the throat of the lifeless.

This move was too sudden, too fast, too accurate.

No matter who it is, under this trick, it is inevitable that they will be deeply surprised, panicked, unstable, and then killed.

But Wusheng is no one else, there is no second Wusheng in the world and the earth, and there is no second gun god in the rivers and lakes.

There was no trace of surprise, panic, or instability in the empty eyes, but they became indescribably joyful, joyful, and exciting.

The lifeless stone statue floated up, turned into light smoke and suddenly disappeared, disappearing into nothingness.

The strength of the tip of the sword was still there, and the ordinary look on his face had frozen.

His body and sword had turned as blood-red as the remnant sun under the remnant sun.

Everything in heaven and earth is blood-red, blood-red.

He poured into the spring with splashes of blood, and the water rippled.

It has become one with the spring water, and the bloody body has fallen into the spring, and it has not changed, it is still bloody.

The cold wind fluttered, a dead leaf rolled up, and the water that fell into the spring suddenly stopped floating and no longer moving.

The willow branches swayed vaguely, but they didn't know whether they were sad or desolate.

The joy, joy, and excitement in the eyes gradually disappeared, disappeared into intangibility, and gradually became empty.

There is no emotion in the emptiness, and there will be no emotion.

There is neither killing intent, nor killing intent, only enjoyment, now that the flowers are dead, the enjoyment has passed.

He still stood like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

The remnant sun has gradually lowered, drooping lower and lower, lower and darker.

The bloody afterglow remained, and the darkness did not swallow it until the afterglow disappeared, and the earth gradually began to appear at night.

Night is just around the corner.

The wind has not stopped, and the chill has deepened.

The color of loneliness between heaven and earth is even stronger.

At the end of the forest, one person and one rider, shaking the dust and fluttering, caressing the leaves and Xiaoxiao, rushed straight to the ground, and stopped at seven feet away from lifeless.

The horse did not move, neither did the man on the horse, nor did the gun in his hand.

Although the resentment and hatred in her eyes are very strong, they are as thick as a poisonous woman; The body is extremely calm and stable, calm and stable as a cornerstone.

"We've met."

Wusheng nodded.

"I've fought too."

Wusheng nodded.

"I didn't kill you last time, I wonder if you've lived enough."

Silent without life.

Empty eyes were already staring at the man like spearheads, as if they wanted to stab him alive on the horse's back.

This is the wind and rain spear flower, the gun flower that has fought with him.

The fight a few days ago seemed to have told him a truth, a living truth.

That's his own gun, it's a flower list, and it's really fun in his eyes.

So he didn't move, and the flower list in his hand didn't move, so he could only grit his teeth.

The clenched white teeth are like dog jelly, which makes people disgusted, bored, and want to vomit.

The cold wind fluttered and the horsehair swayed.

Wusheng did not move, and he was waiting, waiting to make a move.

Shooting is a duel, and a duel is desperate, either giving your own life or taking someone else's life.

The two of them had clearly come to an end in their words.

It's obviously time for them to do it, it's time to part, either lifeless or gunfire.

This is the rivers and lakes, the bloody rivers and lakes.

There is neither right nor wrong, nor hatred nor resentment, nor any bullshit and nagging affection and love.

Nothing, and no noble, moving reason, is about to duel, to fight, to fall, to lose one's life, to lose everything.

Does Wusheng have a grudge against Gun Flower?

The answer is no, they haven't met before at all, Wusheng neither robbed the wife of the gun, nor killed his family, and there is almost no relationship.

But it's not nothing, maybe it's just the same.

That is, Wanhualou wants to kill him, and only if Wanhualou wants him to die, will the spear flower come to duel and fight hard.

He kills lifeless, which is the meaning of Wanhualou.

What about lifelessness?

What is the purpose of the lifeless killing gun?

Maybe it's really not why, but if it's imposed, it's for comfort and pleasure.

This reason is not noble, but it is very realistic.

There is no moon, no stars, only wind.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the dead leaves are bleak.

Gunhua still didn't make a move, did he dare not make a move?

The flowers in the spring are still flowing with blood, and they have not stopped.

The spring water gradually turned dead red, a dead red that made people mad, collapsed, and collapsed.