Wusheng hugged her and walked towards the forest.

The bare branches did not have a single leaf, and it looked extremely eerie and eerie, and the road was full of residual leaves.

Yang Qing opened her eyes and stared at Wusheng, "Where are you going?" ”

"Going somewhere to go?"

"Are you going to find a coffin and bury me?"

"It's not."

She smiled, "Where are you taking me?" ”

Silent without life.

A fire was born, and the cold wind fluttered, and the flame shook more violently.

The sadness on her face faded, and her smile grew.

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

The cloak fluttered slowly in the wind, and his eyes were already staring at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing had already lowered her head and stared at her body, as if she was contemplating, as if she was thinking about some bad thoughts.

Just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Why don't you speak?"

Yang Qing nodded. "I'm addicted to alcohol and want to drink."

Silent without life.

"Can you get some wine?"

Nothing is silent, and neither can it.

"You can just get a little bit of it."

Silent without life.

"You're going to have a way."

There is no way for him to be silent.

But he was already staring at the night, and there was nothing special about it, and there was no wine.

Yang Qing smiled.

"Are you trying to find a drink for me?" She chuckled softly.

Of course it was nonsense, but she said it.

To her surprise, he actually spoke.

"Yes."

Yang Qing raised her head and stared at him, staring at every corner of his body, as if she was very curious and happy.

"Are you really looking for a drink for me?"

She didn't believe it, but she had to believe it was true.

Because it was he who said it, as long as it was what he said, he would definitely do it.

It was perhaps the happiest thing in her heart, and it was delightful and exciting just to think about it.

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

He pointed to the night, and his eyes stared and poked at the night.

The smile on Yang Qing's face gradually became a little bitter, she looked at the night, smiled bitterly and touched Wusheng's head, and then stared at the fire, as if she was contemplative, as if she was very distressed.

She stared at Wusheng, disbelief and surprise floating in her eyes.

The stone statue does not move, and the stone statue is silent.

The eyes stared at and poked at the night like a gun, the cold wind fluttered in the dark night, and the residual leaves fluttered.

"I haven't seen you for a day, you seem to have changed."

There is no need to say anything.

In the night, a lonely boat has floated.

One person, one lantern, one fire, one jar of daughter red, one dish of cut beef.

The man slowly paddled his oars, and the lone boat slowly landed on the ground.

The shabby clothes haphazardly wrapped around the body, a short, thin, and deformed body.

The swarthy face looked extremely strange and mysterious under the red lantern, as if it was a malnourished ghost in hell, indescribably gloomy and mysterious.

A pair of eyes are miserable white, as if they were cooked egg whites, extremely tender and shiny.

His hair was scattered like straw, and he was draped haphazardly.

His expression was sluggish, hazy and obsessive, without a trace of vitality, without a trace of vitality.

No smiles, no joy, no sorrows,......。 Not only is it ridiculous, cute, and funny, but it is also extremely scary, pathetic, and murderous.

The remnants of the leaves fluttered, falling onto his body, and suddenly rolled two feet away.

Ribbons fluttered under the blood-red lanterns, and they were pink ribbons.

There is no wind, the ribbon is already fluttering, slowly twisting, indescribably romantic, amorous, as if a girl is twisting her body, her own youth, happiness, joy, twisting out her own excitement and pleasure.

The man slowly lowered his oars, and the lone boat slowly stopped.

Then he stared silently at Wusheng, silent, unmoving, and the expression on his face seemed to have become more sluggish, hazy, and obsessed.

Yang Qing couldn't help but cry out.

"He's a welcome pine."

He is indeed the welcome pine, the welcome pine that is darker than the night.

The welcome guest loosened his oars, walked down, walked towards the lifeless, and knelt at the feet of the lifeless.

didn't look at Wusheng, nor did he say a word to Wusheng, so he naturally knelt down.

The only thing he did when he knelt down was to kiss his feet.

The kiss was very serious, very careful, very sincere, very enjoyable, very enjoyable.

This person does not seem to have a trace of disgust, boredom, or boredom, and there seems to be nothing wrong with this matter to him, it is a very normal and natural thing, and it is as natural as a cold wind fluttering and blowing the residual leaves on the earth.

He naturally kissed the lifeless feet, one by one, and was not in a hurry.

He stood upright like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue, and didn't even look at him like a stone statue.

After kissing the guest pine, he raised his head and looked at Wusheng, and when he saw that Wusheng did not react, he continued to kiss, as if he could kiss until the sky was old and the sea was dry and rotten.

Wusheng didn't move, didn't speak, Yang Qing seemed to be unable to stand it anymore.

She had already seen that her daughter was red, and she couldn't wait any longer, so she pulled the cloak.

Wusheng nodded.

The welcome pine stretched out his hand, already invited, inviting them to board.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright in the lonely boat, and the empty eyes were already staring and poking at the welcoming pine like spearheads.

"Welcome pine?"

Welcome Song nodded.

"The master of the parting spell invited us to go?"

Welcome Song nodded.

Silent without life.

Welcome Pine also stopped nodding.

He paddled lightly, as if there was nothing special, but the lonely boat had floated gently.

Drift into the distance, into the darkness of the night.

Yang Qing drank the woman's red, the smile on her face grew stronger, and when she stared at Wusheng, there was already a look of admiration and surprise in her eyes.

"How did you know he was coming?"

Silent without life.

"Did you smell it?"

Silent without life.

"You're such a dog, I admire you very much."

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue, staring and poking into the distance with empty eyes.

It's still pitch black in the distance, endless pitch black.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the cloak is fluttering.

Yang Qing stared at the lifeless and motionless body and sighed deeply.

Isn't it pitiful that a man who doesn't like drinking, doesn't like women, and doesn't like money, and high-ranking officials don't like it?

She seemed to have quietly felt sorry for him.

But she stared at him and wouldn't say anything like that. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Go to a duel, a duel with the parting curse."

Yang Qing was so frightened that she even squirted out the wine in her mouth. "Another duel?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still so calm and stable?"

Speechless, as if unwilling to answer this question.

Yang Qing lowered her head and stared down, there was a pitch black below.

The lonely boat slowly stopped, not in the water, but in the cemetery.

In the gloomy, eerie and dark cemetery, two oil pots suddenly appeared, and the oil pots were lit.

Two people appeared, a carriage.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, as if she didn't want to see them.

They are the willow ecstasy and the old coachman.

The old coachman's dementia was already smiling, staring at nothing.

Wusheng didn't look at him, walked towards Liu Ecstasy, staring and poking Liu Ecstasy like a spear, as if he wanted to poke her alive in the cemetery.

The welcome pine did not speak, put down the sculls, and walked into the distance.

He didn't utter a word from beginning to end, and he didn't do anything more.

Yang Qing followed behind Wusheng with the wine jar in her arms, she didn't speak, and she obviously didn't have anything to say.

There was only wine on the long shrine case, and behind the shrine was a tombstone.

Liu Ecstasy didn't speak, staring at them quietly, each of them was the main force in the parting spell, and they were all rare masters in recent years.

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

The wine has been spilled, and the people have mourned.

Liu ecstasy turned around and stared at Wusheng, there was nothing different.

"Are you surprised?"

Silent without life.

"Don't you think I'm the master of the parting spell?"

Silent without life.

"The owner of the parting spell turned out to be a woman, didn't you think it?"

Silent without life.

Liu ecstasy stood delicately, delicate as if he could fall down at any time.

The cold wind fluttered, the two strands of hair on her chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes were still full of seductive, ecstatic mature charm, which made most of the rootless prodigal sons mature before their deaths and in estrus.

This woman seems to be on her ecstatic side at any time.

Wusheng didn't speak, as if he didn't want to say more.

Willow ecstasy stared at lifeless.

"Are you trying to duel with me?"

Silent without life.

Liu Ecstasy smiled, "I almost forgot, you don't fight women." ”

Silent without life.

Suddenly, there was an extra dart in her hand, a cold light glittering, and it was a dart that was imminent.

Ecstasy.

The ribbon on the dart was already swaying, as if it was an amorous, lonely girl writhing her body, as if she wanted to twist out all the love and lovesickness, and the girl went out.

"But now I can kill you, can I?"

Silent without life.

He didn't seem to want to look at her again.

"How? Do you still think that women are weak? ”

Silent, unwilling to look at him, he turned around.

Willow ecstasy stared at the lifeless back, the stone-like back motionless.

"Why don't you face me?"

Silent without life.

"As soon as I shoot my dart, your life will be gone."

Silent without life.

Liu ecstasy stood delicately, and the ecstasy dart in his hand was already flickering slightly.

Yang Qing suddenly blocked Wusheng, "I'm a woman, you come to kill me." ”

Liu Ecstasy smiled.

But the smile disappeared again, the cold wind fluttered, and the ribbon fluttered violently.

Whether she is ready to shoot or not, no matter who this dart flies at, it will be a fatal blow.

No one in the rivers and lakes has been able to escape this dart.

This is a fatal blow, a blow to the soul.

The only blow from the prodigal son of the end of the world.

Yang Qing had closed her eyes, and her hand had grasped the cloak.

The cloak shook violently, and her hand was numb and stiff.

But at this moment, the dart in Liu's hand fell to the ground, and she fell softly, and she didn't move when she fell.

Yang Qing was already gasping.

Why did you die all of a sudden? Who sealed her ecstasy dart? Seal it and don't let her make a move?

She had an extra feather in her throat.

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

Yang Qing suddenly hugged him, "Did you kill her?" ”

Silent without life.

"She's dead."

Silent without life.

"She has a feather in her throat."

Silent, he slowly turned around.

Walk to the shrine, pour a bowl of wine, and sprinkle it on the ground.

Yang Qing didn't understand why he did this? Why do you give them sacrificial wine?

Yang Qing walked towards lifelessness, unwilling to take another look at Liu Ecstasy.

There was no expression of pain or struggle on her cheeks, and she died peacefully and peacefully.

The feathers in the throat had gradually turned blood-red, bloody red.