The white clouds fluttered in the sky, and the bright moon gradually disappeared, disappearing into the white clouds.

The Sword King gasped, as if every corner of his body was suffering vicious torture.

It was as if he had collapsed and collapsed.

The matchmaker stared at him, her face seemed to be very sweet and enjoyable, but she was not satisfied.

"How are you?"

The Sword King stared at the sky, and there was a dead silence in the sky.

The sky and the earth were dim and secluded, and the Sword King nodded, "Not dead yet." ”

The matchmaker nodded and stared at the sky.

"Isn't it nice to look there?"

The Sword King was silent, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his body trembled no longer so enthusiastically.

"It's not nice there, the full moon is blocked."

The matchmaker stared at the Sword King, as if she was already pondering, "Is it that you will be fine if the moonlight is blocked?" ”

The Sword King nodded.

"Are you ready to move now?"

The Sword King nodded.

"And when the clouds clear, you'll still be in pain?"

The Sword King nodded.

"Are you powerless to get up?"

The Sword King nodded.

When he nodded, he was also pondering, why didn't the matchmaker simply kill herself?

The matchmaker's hand didn't move, and the red thread in her hand didn't move, only those eyes moved.

The eyes were groping for something on his body, as if searching for something.

He thought it was strange, it was really strange.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that as long as the line in the matchmaker's hand is signed, there will be a small life reimbursement, and the line in his hand is simply the best way to hell.

Just when she was thinking crazy, the matchmaker's eyes had fallen on her eyes, as if she was looking for something, and as if she had found something.

The matchmaker slowly lowered her head and coughed lightly before staring at the Sword King, "Is there something you can't figure out?" ”

He had seen what others were thinking.

The Sword King nodded and remained silent.

"Can't you figure it out, why don't I chase them?"

The Sword King nodded.

And that's not all, there are other doubts.

"Then I'll tell you." The matchmaker stared at the red rope, "I can't catch up." ”

"Why?"

"Because I can't steal the limelight with others, especially with another celebrity."

The Sword King nodded.

He has understood that there are three reds in the capture door, and the three reds are three people, Hongyan, Hongniang, and Hongxue.

The Sword King lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had believed his words, he didn't chase after him because he didn't want to steal the limelight with Hongxue.

Is Red Snow more powerful? Is the knife in his hand really so magical and terrifying in the rivers and lakes?

It didn't seem to be his focus anymore, he didn't want to care about anything anymore.

"Have you heard the story of Red Snow?"

The Sword King nodded, he had heard.

A knife and a man who stained the city red with snow in one night, and all the officers and soldiers defending the city died from his sword.

Blood-red knife, blood-red man.

"Would you like to meet him?"

The Sword King didn't want to see him, so he shook his head.

"Are you a little afraid of him and don't dare to go?"

The Sword King was silent, as if he was already pondering, but as if he didn't.

Why did the matchmaker say these words, and why didn't she make a move? Did he turn to the Buddha? Don't like to kill anymore?

All of this the Sword King didn't ask, as if it wasn't strange.

The matchmaker stared at the sword king's hand, the pale hand had no sword, no scabbard, nothing.

"You don't look like a sword king right now."

The Sword King gasped, and the pain gradually became less severe.

He opened his eyes and stared at the matchmaker, staring at the red line in the matchmaker's hand, and he was about to die at the red line of the moment.

"You've changed."

The matchmaker was surprised, he couldn't figure it out.

A live fish on a cutting board can be slaughtered at any time, and if the kitchen knife is not happy, it will be cut down at any time, and the live fish will die at any time.

This is the truth of the survival of live fish on the cutting board, as long as the kitchen knife is happy, it will not die.

As long as you are not too stupid, you will understand the truth.

The matchmaker was silent and stared at the Sword King.

"Do you think I'm a little bold?"

The matchmaker nodded, "I'm not a good person, and I don't want to be a Buddha, so I can make you unable to die at any time, or you can't live." ”

The Sword King shook his head.

"You won't, you won't."

"Why?"

The Sword King stared at the red rope in the red lady's hand, the red rope didn't move, and his people didn't move either.

Finally, he stared into the matchmaker's eyes, and then he actually smiled, as if he had penetrated the matchmaker's mind.

"Because you're not stupid, and I'm not stupid."

The matchmaker is silent and doesn't understand.

"You won't kill me, because after you kill me, there's no reason to stay here."

The matchmaker looked around, and there was a dead man around, a lonely boat.

There is a lantern on the lonely boat, a fire, a jar of daughter red, and a plate of cut beef.

The matchmaker waved her hand gently, the red rope was already fluttering, and suddenly the lonely boat was entangled, and the lonely boat suddenly floated over.

Falling gently, his hand was also very light, opened his daughter Hong, drank wine slowly, and slowly ate beef.

He stared at the sword king's cheeks, which were filled with sweat and dirt and blood.

"You go on."

The Sword King stared at him drinking, staring at him eating beef, sighing secretly, and secretly sneering.

"Although there are not too many daughters here, and there are not a lot of beef, you should be content."

The matchmaker poured a bowl of wine and sent it to the mouth of the Sword King, but the Sword King did not refuse and drank it.

"This is not a restaurant, but it can only be content."

"It's not about eating and drinking to make you satisfied."

"What's that?"

"It's alive."

The matchmaker was silent.

"After you kill me, you must chase Wusheng, and you will definitely meet Wusheng, because he won't be too fast."

The matchmaker was silent.

"When you meet, you will definitely fight hard, and you will definitely die at his hands."

The matchmaker suddenly spit out the wine in her mouth and spit on the cheek of the sword king.

The Sword King laughed because he was right.

"You don't kill me because you're afraid of death, because you don't want to avenge Hongyan and die alive."

The matchmaker was silent, and the muscles on her cheeks were already twitching.

He poured his daughter red on the sword king's face, and then stuffed a plate of cut beef into the sword king's mouth.

The Sword King was already gasping, gasping for pain.

The matchmaker took it away, staring at the cheeks that were sweaty, dirt and bloody, and now she added her daughter's red, as if she was not angry, as if she was still very calm.

"I just want you to know something."

The Sword King was silent, already sneering.

He sneered, as if he was smiling that the matchmaker had been said by him, and the secret in his heart had been completely exposed by him, and he was still pretending to be nothing.

"You say, I can't listen to it."

The matchmaker already had a smile on her face.

"You should make me happy, you may have a better life."

The Sword King didn't move, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

"You're just a coward, a wreck, something you don't grow."

The matchmaker's nose was already pumping violently, as if she had gradually become angry.

"I'm not wrong."

The matchmaker slapped him in the face, "But you did something wrong, we can live here longer, and we don't have to fight with them." ”

The Sword King was silent.

"Desperate is a gamble, as long as you have bet, it means that you will lose, and no one is exempt."

The Sword King was silent.

"If you don't want to lose, the only way is not to gamble." The matchmaker smiled, "If you don't work hard, you will never die, and you will always be a winner." ”

The Sword King stared at the matchmaker, staring at his cheeks that were greedy for life and afraid of death, as if they were no different from the cheeks of other people who were not afraid of death.

He couldn't figure out why a person would be so afraid of death, why would he be afraid of being like this?

Hongxue, who is not far away, is already desperate with Wusheng, already avenging Hongyan and revenge for the matchmaker, but what about the matchmaker herself? But he is thinking about living.

Maybe this is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes in the rivers and lakes, and the plan in the plan.