The world is lonely, the remnant sun is getting lower, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The smoke grew thicker, there was no wind, it didn't disperse.

It is so thick that it seems to be a fairy mist in a lonely and lonely cold pool in the sky, indescribably mysterious and weird.

She was already screaming.

This cry of pain and powerlessness is heartbreaking.

The Sword King stared at Liu's ecstatic body, his heart as if it had been broken.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, gritting its teeth like a stone statue, and dripping sweat rolled down from his arm. "Did you kill a lot of people?"

The Sword King nodded.

"Do you want to kill whomever you want?"

The Sword King nodded.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Wusheng, whose stone-like body seemed to hide many secrets, many secrets that others could not imagine.

When staring at others with empty eyes, it seems that he can stare at all the secrets in other people's stomachs, and he knows nothing left, all the secrets are nothing in front of him, and they are not bullshit, everything seems very simple and ridiculous.

Lifeless eyes stared at and poked the Sword King like spears, "Do you feel happy to kill people like this?" Happy? ”

The Sword King was silent, he had lowered his head, unwilling to answer, unable to answer.

"Your pain comes once a month, and each time it hurts more and more intensely, so you have to kill people to relieve it? Also use murder to forget the pain? ”

This sentence seems to be a knife, the knife that kills people without seeing blood has been deeply inserted into the soul and spirit, and the soul and spirit of the sword king seem to have been crushed alive by that knife.

He suddenly collapsed, lying on the spot where Yingkesong had just vomited, his body convulsing and gradually spasming.

It was as if he could no longer speak, let alone speak.

Wusheng sighed deeply and regretted deeply. "You don't forget to patronize your enemies while you're being tortured, don't you?"

The Sword King was silent, he was already gritting his teeth, the corners of his mouth were already dripping with blood due to excessive force, blood flowed, and the color of pain in his eyes was also flowing.

"Your enemies are long dead, but you are still in pain, so you will kill other people, people you have never met, people you don't know, everyone is your enemy, you want to kill, isn't it?"

Liu Ecstasy slowly opened his eyes, struggled to turn around, and stared at Wusheng.

Her eyes are delicate, gentle, and ecstatic, which makes most normal men ecstatic, physically and spiritually.

There is no life and no ecstasy, maybe he is not a normal man, maybe he is not a human.

Liu Ecstasy struggled to stand, and slowly fell down again.

Wusheng sighed and hugged her in his arms, "You are so kind. ”

Willow ecstasy stared at lifeless cheeks, empty eyes, cold, hard cheeks.

"I am more vicious than they are, for I am the master of the parting curse, and I am the only one who has committed all their faults."

Sigh of nothingness.

Yingke Song smiled treacherously, staring at Wusheng, staring at the corners of Wusheng's stone-like mouth, "We are killing innocents indiscriminately, ruthless and unjust, unrighteous and virtuous, we are simply inferior to beasts, but what about you?" ”

Wusheng suddenly turned around, staring at and poking at the welcome pine like a spear, as if he was going to poke him to death on the ground.

Yang Qing's face was already sad and sad.

She stared at her lifeless cheeks, her empty eyes staring at the horizon like spearheads.

The remnant sun on the horizon is like blood, gradually falling, and gradually disappearing.

The blood red did not disappear, and his clothes were redder than the remnant sun.

The long rope swayed in his hand, not fast, but very steady, stopping at seven feet of lifelessness, his gaze drifting to the lifeless body.

Everyone was staring at this man, and this man's face seemed to be staring red.

The red rope in his hand was fluttering, and his smile was also fluttering, "Am I not at the right time?" ”

No one spoke, no one figured out who he was and what he wanted to do.

So he continued, "Is it bothering you? ”

And the earth grew dark, and there was no wind.

The chill gradually became more intense, hateful, resentful.

There are not many red clothes, red ropes, and red cheeks in the rivers and lakes, maybe only one.

Matchmaker.

Matchmaker.

The smile on his face fluttered, and so did the red rope in his hand.

There is no need to tell anyone else, others know him enough.

Yingke struggled to stand up, helped the sword king up, and stared coldly at the matchmaker.

The matchmaker was silent.

They were silent.

Do they already know what they want to do with each other? Don't have to say it anymore?

There is no need to speak, and it is time to do it, and you have to work hard, either for your own life or for someone else's life.

The night has gradually drifted, and the full moon has hung low.

There was a full moon hanging low in the sky.

The hazy, icy full moon swayed with white clouds.

The dim moonlight fell on everyone's faces, becoming indescribably eerie and eerie, as if something ominous was about to happen.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped behind Wusheng, clutching the cloak, the pitch-black cloak was tightly connected to her hands, and the heart in her stomach gradually became stable.

Yingke gritted his teeth, and every muscle on his cheeks was already beating, gradually as if it was about to collapse.

Liu ecstasy stared at his cheeks, and the color of pity and sympathy in his eyes was even stronger.

"Hurry up, there is a forest ahead, and someone in the forest will pick you up."

In the sound of the words, the Sword King suddenly floated up and floated towards the matchmaker.

The sword is unsheathed, the sword light is fluttering, and the sword light is Xiaoxiao.

The matchmaker stared at the bright moon, the cold, bright, and indifferent bright moon hanging high.

Her hand moved slightly, and the red thread in her hand had floated out.

The red line flutters.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, the sword body suddenly broke, and the "ding" fell to the ground.

At this moment, Yingkesong suddenly made a move, and he only made a move, and it was the only one.

The body of the matchmaker has been hugged by him, once hugged, it is difficult to separate, as if she is a lonely, empty young woman, hugging the long-missed concubine in the middle of the night, has completely integrated with him.

The matchmaker laughed.

Laughing and staring at the lifeless light smoke floating up and drifting towards the distant forest, as if he was not in a hurry, nor was he angry, "You can't escape, the whole rivers and lakes are chasing you, I see when you can escape?" ”

Hazy, gloomy, indifferent moonlight, they were already tormented by intense pain.

This is their painful torment?

The person has long been drifting away, and the welcome pine hands still haven't let go.

The matchmaker stared at the moonlight, unwilling to look at them, "It seems to be true, you are all afraid of the night of the full moon." ”

The hand gradually loosened, and the body was lying limply on the ground.

The cold, hard, indifferent earth of the earth, they have been tortured, they are being tortured.

This kind of pain seems to torture not only the body, but also the spirit and soul.

They were already screaming and wailing, rolling ...... the ground.

The tip of the half-cut sword shone with a dull luster, and the welcome pine looked at the luster, as if he had seen hope and happiness.

He rolled over and grasped the tip of his sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword flashed into his throat.

Blood flowed, and he lay motionless, his cheeks vaguely filled with the pleasure and joy of relief from the pain and torment.

The Sword King stared at the welcoming pine, and a look of envy suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You ......."

The matchmaker stared at the Sword King, the appearance of pain and torture, as if she could make herself happy and excited, the deeper the pain of the Sword King, the more joy and excitement on his cheeks.

"He's dead and won't talk to you."

The matchmaker said very slowly, as if she was afraid that the Sword King would not understand.

The Sword King gritted his teeth and stared at the matchmaker, "Why don't you go after it?" ”

The matchmaker stared at the Sword King, staring at every inch of the Sword King's body in pain and torture, as if it was very exciting, "I don't want to go." ”

"Why?"

"I'm so comfortable to see you in pain."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, when I see the torture of others, I can't help but feel comfortable and happy."

The Sword King was silent, staring at the gradually cold and stiff bones, and the half of the sword tip in his throat slowly glowed with an extremely dim light.

Bloodlight.

The blood swayed, and the blood flowing from the throat had gradually subsided, and it was not so hot.

He struggled and rolled over, grasping the tip of his sword as if he had found a source of supreme happiness.

His painful cheeks gradually drifted into anticipation and longing, and he gritted his teeth lightly and closed his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, tears were streaming down his eyes.

Without speaking, his words had turned into blessings and floated away from her, beside her in the distance.

There was only a cold light, a flash of cold light.

The cold light flashed, and then suddenly disappeared, and the tip of the sword in his hand had disappeared.

The Sword King opened his eyes and stared at the matchmaker, staring at it deadly, with resentment and resentment in his eyes.

"You ......."

The matchmaker's eyes had fallen on the sword king's body, and every corner of his body seemed to be concerned.

"Are you insane?"

The matchmaker nodded, and the tip of the sword in her hand was already dripping with blood, rolling down drop by drop.

There is no wind, so the dripping is slow.

No one blows anymore, and blows the blood on it again.

The Sword King stared at the tip of the sword, and a sadness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul slowly appeared on his cheeks.

"Give it to me."

The matchmaker shook her head, waved her hand lightly, and the cold light flashed, flashing to the sky and to the sky.

The sky is full of white clouds, and the stars are swaying brightly.

"If you don't give it to me, don't you want me to die?"

The matchmaker nodded, and he had acknowledged.

"Then you ought to be happy, because I can't die."

The matchmaker nodded, and then couldn't help laughing, laughing and staring at the Sword King.

Although he was madly happy, he didn't forget to stare at the Sword King at all times, so when he smiled the most, it was also when his eyes were the biggest, and when they were the brightest.

No matter who it is, he can't think of doing something unhappy from under his nose.

The Sword King gritted his teeth, and the corners of his forehead were already dripping down one by one, but he didn't know if it was blood or sweat.

He couldn't tell the difference.

The cold, hazy, and merciless moonlight fluttered, and his eyes gradually rolled upwards and gradually turned white.

His body gradually became uncontrollable, and every muscle and corner seemed to be tormented with pleasure, an indescribable, unbearable torture.

It was as if he had only torture, no strength to escape, no strength to choose death.

The matchmaker stared at his body motionlessly, as if she had fallen into a trance, and then sighed secretly.

"The parting spell is really powerful, and it deserves to be called a parting curse."