The bright moon has gradually dimmed, and gradually has disappeared.

The sky and the earth have appeared fish white, and the cold wind is blowing.

The matchmaker stared at the Sword King, and her regret was even stronger.

He had never seen a person suffer in such a way, nor did he believe that anyone in heaven and earth could endure such torture, let alone that he was willing to live.

The cold wind fluttered, and a dead leaf rolled up, swaying slowly, and gently falling on his cheek.

A night of painful torture did not kill him.

Now all he had left was breathing, nothing else.

The matchmaker stared into his eyes, without a trace of vitality, vitality, and luster.

Isn't this man ...... for life, for survival, for everything? Seems to have lost their passion? No cravings? There will be no hope, no joy .......

Without these, what is left of a body's body and soul?

The matchmaker found the cold elixir in the broken wine jar, and the elixir had flowed into the mouth of the Sword King, and his throat was already rolling.

The cold, stiff body of a dead man gradually gained heat.

Wheezing is no longer so rigid.

The matchmaker stared at the sword king's cheeks, and gradually had hot cheeks.

"Congratulations, you're still alive."

This sentence was an out-and-out compliment, but the Sword King didn't feel it at all.

A pair of eyes still did not have a trace of vitality, staring rigidly at the sky, the sky was dead and dusty, nothing else.

Is there a haunting person waiting for him in the distance? He can't forget it, and he can't forget it.

The Sword King's breathing gradually stabilized, and the corners of his mouth gradually gained strength.

"Thank you."

"Since you're not dead yet, do you still want to go?"

"Yes."

As he spoke, he struggled to his feet, struggling to face the woods.

The forest was already fluttering in his eyes, hazy, but he still tried to stare, refusing to close his eyes.

What is the reason for a person's life?

Is it for money? Is it for love? Is it for fame? Or status? ......。

To live, a person must have the same, or at least the same.

Because then there will be pursuit, there will be motivation, vitality, joy, joy, excitement, pleasure, and will not feel boring, desireless, life is the only way to be cheerful and enjoyable, otherwise you will be tired and bored, and when you are tired and bored to the point of unbearable, most of them will not want to live and do not want to live.

Isn't that kind of boredom and boredom that goes deep into the body and soul also a kind of torture?

What is he for? For what can endure pain?

Kindness.

Kindness had floated up on her cheeks, a very weak, delicate kindness.

Liu ecstasy stared at the sky, which was also dead gray, nothing else.

The color of concern, pity and pity in his eyes could not take away the majesty of the people, let alone the seductive soul.

The moon on the horizon has long since disappeared, long gone.

The cold wind was already fluttering, and the residual leaves on the ground were gradually fluttering, as if they were quietly grieving for her.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue held the willow ecstasy in his arms, and the stone statue was silent.

Liu ecstasy stared at the sky like this, so he didn't move.

Yang Qing was silent, let alone moving.

She seemed to be completely shocked, she didn't believe that there was such a kind woman in the world.

What about Black Hawk?

The sword has long since been sheathed, the killing intent has disappeared, and the killing intent has died.

He gazed quietly at the earth, which gradually became vibrant, with hope and courage to live.

So hope and courage gradually drifted on his cheeks.

He suddenly stared at the willow ecstasy, stared at the willow ecstasy's eyes, and stared motionlessly.

Now he understands better, what is the purpose of the parting spell? Why do they have the faith to live?

It's kindness.

He stretched out and picked up a remnant leaf, and slowly released it, and the remnant leaf fluttered into the distance.

Far away is the end of the forest.

The Black Eagle stared at the other end of the woods, his eyes filled with hope and sorrow.

"He's going to be fine, he's going to live."

No one spoke, and Liu Ecstasy was already nodding.

"The Sword King will be fine, really."

Liu was silent, already staring at him.

The Black Eagle stared at her, too, and his delicate, feeble cheeks were already filled with joy.

"Believe me, he really ......."

He didn't say it, as if he couldn't say it anymore.

Her eyes were gentle, affectionate, and ecstatic, and she was already gently touching Black Hawk's body, waiting until his body had gradually calmed down and stabilized completely.

"I believe him, I believe him as if he believed us, didn't I?"

"Yes."

Although the words were not spoken, they were undoubtedly revealed from his cheeks, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"We shouldn't stay in the rivers and lakes longer, it's time to go, it's time to go back."

Black Hawk nodded.

His eyes had drifted into the distance, far away.

Yang Qing walked towards Wusheng and clenched his cloak, which was already clenched tightly in her hand, and the heart in her stomach was also satisfied at this moment.

She didn't speak.

Wusheng turned around and stared at her, "Are you trying to say something?" ”

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy and was silent, as if she didn't want to say anything.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing and smiled, "I suddenly want to drink and eat." ”

Yang Qing slowly lowered her head.

Black Hawk nodded and smiled.

He had already understood that Liu Ecstasy didn't really want to drink, nor did she really want to eat, she said this only for someone else.

So he smiled and stared at the other side of the forest, as if he had seen the wine and food.

He stared at the lifeless, stone-like body motionless, his empty eyes staring at and poking at him.

"I trust you, you will definitely take us to that place."

"I will."

After saying these three words, walk ahead, walk forward.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the remnants of the leaves on the ground rustle, as if telling the sky about their loneliness and emptiness.

At the end of the forest is a bamboo forest.

Yang Qing's eyes were already shining, and she shouted happily, "We've been here, we've been here." ”

She did.

At that time, the bamboo leaves here were fluttering, and it was the time when the residual leaves were withering, and it was also the most moving time of the bamboo forest.

The cold wind gusts, the bamboos are swaying, and the fallen leaves are swaying.

How can that bleak beauty be described in beauty? The kind of dead leaves that desperately cherish the branches, constantly endure the blows, vaguely blend with the branches tightly, unwilling to leave, unwilling to leave for a moment, but they still have to separate, will still part.

She stared at the branches, and gradually became extremely sad and painful.

Perhaps she felt that she was luckier than the withered leaves, because she didn't part with the dead leaves by holding the cloak in her hand.

The Black Hawk stopped, staring at the water, ripples and swaying.

He stopped, and so did the others.

Yang Qing looked around, and then at Black Hawk.

Black Hawk smiled, then put his little finger in his mouth and blew.

A sharp, loud voice suddenly resounded in the sky, and then he stood quietly, staring quietly at the bamboo forest, which was vaguely swaying.

No one can stop them from dancing.

In the bamboo forest, a flying eagle roared and shot into the distance like an arrow.

Yang Qing stared at Black Hawk, staring at Black Hawk's energetic eyes.

"It's so desolate here."

Black Eagle nodded, he knew that Yang Qing didn't want to say this, he wanted to say why there was no wine and food here?

So he smiled and pointed into the distance.

A man's voice gradually drifted in the distance, "I'm coming." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he came to Black Hawk, and he came very quickly.

Yang Qing stared at this person, there was an eagle on this person's shoulder, and the pitch-black eagle stood honestly on his shoulder.

This man is as young and energetic as Black Hawk.

Every muscle in the body seems to be filled with an incomprehensible strength and joy.

The moment they met, a smile suddenly appeared on their faces.

They have embraced each other and given each other joy and joy, which is the preciousness of youth, the loveliness of youth.

Black Eagle pulled the man to Willow Ecstasy, without speaking, and without having to speak.

"I am the Flying Eagle, one of the Seven Eagles."

As he spoke, he bowed to Liu Ecstasy, but before he could lower his head, he was stopped by Liu Ecstasy's hand.

She didn't speak, only smiled.

Isn't the words in a smile more real, more uplifting, especially for young people, who are easily infected by that kind of smile?

The Eagle smiled.

Smiling and staring at Liu Ecstasy, "The front is here." ”

Willow stared at the Black Hawks, the smile on their cheeks, as if satisfied.

Feiying stared at Yang Qing, as if he had seen something, and smiled, "There are a lot of wine and food, so fragrant and fragrant." ”

He didn't forget to nod his head after he finished speaking.

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, "How many?" ”

"It's a lot, it's so fragrant."

Yang Qing closed her eyes and smiled, as if she was already thinking about a lot of fragrant and fragrant wines and dishes.

The place where the wine and food is served is the Amorous Villa, which has been thoroughly cleaned inside and out.

It's clean like a fairyland, a lonely, lonely wonderland.

There was no one inside, only vegetables.

The dishes are on the table, the fire around the table is swaying, and it is slowly warm and fluttering.

Where are the many prodigal sons in the rivers and lakes yearning?

Yang Qing stared at this, and suddenly remembered that she was here many days ago, and she was still here to endure trouble many days ago.

Feiying stared at Yang Qing with a smile, and with a deep sigh on his face, he handed her the wine.

She took the wine and drank it, drinking desperately, as if she wanted to wash away all the unpleasant things she had with wine, and wash them clean.

Feiying smiled, covered the Taishi's chair with soft mink, and then stared at Wusheng.

The lifeless stone statue walked over, put down the willow ecstasy, and placed it on it.

Liu Ecstasy did not eat and smiled even more happily.

"Your name is Flying Eagle?"

The eagle nodded, and flew over.

"Do you know anything other than fly?"

Feiying smiled, "I can cook vegetables, and I cook all the dishes here." ”

He said it proudly and happily.