Liu Ecstasy struggled to stand up, staring at the sky, her heart, her soul, seemed to have flown out and flew to the sky.

There is only snow on the far side.

The icy cold wind gusts, the snow is dancing, dancing endlessly, as if she is an amorous girl, dancing at all times with her lovesickness and attachment to her beloved man, dancing her loneliness and suffering.

The pain on her cheeks grew stronger, and then she collapsed suddenly.

When he fell, he was gasping and struggling.

Wusheng didn't help her, because he believed that she would definitely get up, and he would try to stand up.

Maybe if a person's heart does not fall, it is not a fall, and no matter how many times the body falls, it will stand up.

She had indeed stood up, her cheeks covered with cold wind and snow, but she could vaguely feel the strong, great emotion.

Kind emotions.

There is no emotion on the ground, and there are no traces in the snow.

The footprints of the Black Hawk had gradually disappeared, and he had gradually been drowned by the wind and snow.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, motionless like a stone statue, with a deep sigh.

"We can't catch up with him."

Liu Ecstasy nodded, staring at Wusheng, staring at his cheeks, the stone cheeks were already covered with wind and snow, and the cold wind and snow had gradually melted, and gradually flowed.

"Yes, he'll be fine." There were tears in her eyes, and there was not a trace of blood on her pale, delicate cheeks, not a single tear, not a trace of tears.

The icy cold wind drifted by, and swept away her tears, swept away, and swept away.

Wusheng walked towards Liu Ecstasy, wiping the ice and snow off her cheeks, and the two soft strands of hair were already fluttering, as if guiding the distance.

Empty eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears.

Yang Qing was already far away, her eyes were full of panic and fear, and her body had no intention of moving.

People were already laughing wildly in the wind and snow, his golden hand was already tightly attached to Yang Qing's neck, and he laughed madly and happily like a dog that had just found benefits from a dung pit, with indescribable joy and joy.

He just laughed maniacally and didn't speak, and the others didn't speak either, and they didn't have to.

This smile is enough to tell nothing else.

As if he had understood their thoughts, Wusheng walked towards them and walked over like a stone statue.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, nor a trace of sadness or anger, staring and poking at them like spearheads, as if they wanted to poke them to death in the cold snow.

Liu Ecstasy struggled to pounce on Wusheng, grabbed his arm, and didn't speak, just stared at him quietly.

Wusheng stroked her hair, then took her hand away, "It's okay, everything will be fine, don't worry." ”

Liu ecstasy nodded, but worry and concern floated in his eyes.

Wusheng walked towards them, walked into them, and stood like a stone statue not far away, silent, and did not need to say anything more.

The young master stared at the stone statue-like body gradually shaking, without a trace of stability, without a trace of calmness, and smiled at Xiao Qiushui.

Xiao Qiushui nodded, also smiling.

The vicious color at the corner of his mouth floated up, and gradually became thicker.

There are many kinds of smiles on people's faces, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad,......, their smile at this time is already a weapon of speech.

Xiao Qiushui's hand didn't get close to the hilt of the sword, he just smiled.

There was no movement in the body, and there was not a trace of abnormality.

But suddenly the sword came out of its sheath, and the sword came out of its sheath.

The sword light is fluttering, the sword aura of the cold is long, and the cold wind and snow are long.

Suddenly, his body floated up and disappeared.

There was only a sword, no one, and the sword light had suddenly drifted towards the lifeless, towards his body.

The lifeless stone statue did not move, but it stood upright like a stone statue, as if it had become a stone statue, a stone statue that did not move.

The statue doesn't move, and so does he.

Yang Qing didn't move, her eyes were already twitching violently, her heart and her soul were about to be crushed.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue said word by word, "Why don't you just kill me?" ”

The sword light disappeared, and the sword was not sheathed.

The tip of the sword dripped blood, and the smile did not fade.

Xiao Qiushui stared at the lifeless body, his body shook violently, shaking as if he would fall down at any time, and it would be difficult to stand up if he fell, maybe he wouldn't stand up.

But the hand holding the gun was surprisingly steady, as stable as a cornerstone.

The hand did not move, and the gun did not move.

Isn't it time to shoot yet? Is there no longer a need to shoot?

Xiao Qiushui sighed and didn't look at him, staring at the sword in his hand.

His men did not move, nor did their hands move.

The blood on the tip of the sword had moved, and drops of blood rolled down, and before it fell, it was suddenly blown away and blown to death by the cold wind.

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, already gasping.

Wheezing and struggling, struggling to stand up, standing like a stone statue, staring and poking at Xiao Qiushui like a spear, staring and poking at Xiao Qiushui's sword.

The blood on the tip of the sword had drifted out, and it was covered with snow.

"It's a good sword."

Xiao Qiushui nodded, "Yes, this is not an ordinary sword. ”

Silent without life.

"This is a sword that has sucked the blood of many masters, and now it has sucked your blood again."

Silent without life.

The blood on the tip of the sword had dripped away, and the blood marks were still there, gradually becoming hazy, hazy like a dream.

A swordsman's dream.

Xiao Qiushui stared at the blood marks on the tip of the sword and stared at his dream.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Silent without life.

"It's not that I won't kill you, it's that this sword has just been satisfied, and I don't want to kill you."

Silent without life.

"It's different now, and now it wants it again."

He stared at the tip of the sword, staring at the hazy bloodstain, hazy as a dream, his own dream. "You're going to die now."

As soon as his words were spoken, the sword light suddenly floated up, floating towards the lifeless chest.

Nothing is silent, already waiting, as if waiting for death.

Isn't his life coming to an end?

Isn't it time to remember a lot of the past at the end of your life? Whether it's amorous? Or is it painful? Or is it sad? Will it all come out, at least a little?

That's how you can die with a human descent.

Even if there is no human touch in life, there should be human touch when you die, even a trace of human touch is fine.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the stone statue motionless, the stone statue silent.

There is no trace of emotion, no trace of pain, and no trace of humanity in the empty eyes.

The eyes stared and poked ahead like a spear, and there was only sword light in front of him, a terrible sword light.

The tip of the sword had suddenly touched his chest, and suddenly it had stopped, and it had stopped.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword qi died suddenly.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the person had fallen as softly as autumn water, and fell motionless.

The cold wind between heaven and earth is even colder, slowly drowning people and swords, drowning.

The cold wind is blowing, and the snow is merciless.

The earth is also merciless, and the muscles on the young master's cheeks have stiffened and died.

His gaze had fallen on Xiao Qiushui's neck, and a dart was rubbing obliquely against the throat of his neck.

Ecstasy.

There is only one person in the world who uses this dart.

Willow ecstasy.

The young master gritted his teeth and stared at Liu Ecstasy, with indescribable resentment, resentment, and resentment floating on his face.

"I don't believe it."

In fact, no one believed that Liu Ecstasy had fallen, as if she could no longer move, and she was gradually submerged by the wind and snow, but her body was still rolling and struggling.

It's like trying to live.

No one believed that she could send that dart, and perhaps it was because no one believed that someone had done a ghost.

Xue Bing didn't have a hint of surprise, all of this didn't seem to make him feel a hint of surprise.

The young master looked at him and pushed Yang Qing to him, "I'm up, I don't believe that I can't kill Wusheng." ”

Xue Bing didn't look at Yang Qing, nor did he glance at Liu Ecstasy.

Cold people, steady eyes.

His gaze seemed to be looking at only one thing, something that kills.

The young master fluttered, his hands already dancing.

Xue Bing didn't move, and he didn't mean to move at all, just stared at the gun coldly.

The young master's hand suddenly grabbed the lifeless brain melon cover, and as long as it was caught, it instantly turned invisible.

When that hand is not touching a woman's buttocks, most of them are touching other people's heads, and as long as they touch it, they will be deformed like mud.

Many people in the rivers and lakes have died under that hand, and many people's heads have suddenly turned into mud under the palm of his hand.

Wusheng didn't move, as if he was already waiting, waiting for his hand to fall.

Yang Qing closed her eyes, unwilling to look any further.

Xue Bing patted her on the shoulder, "Why don't you go and take a look?" Why not check out this snowy scene? ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and was silent.

"Isn't this snowy scene liked by many women."

The cold wind was blowing, and the blood had suddenly splashed, falling on the cold, merciless snow, as if it were plum blossoms that had suddenly grown.

Indescribably charming and proud, amorous and peerless.

Wusheng slowly retracted the gun, and the retraction was very slow and slow, as if it was powerless.

Drops of blood had suddenly drifted away, and they died invisibly.

His body remained motionless like a stone statue, standing like a stone statue.

Yang Qing's face suddenly had a smile, a bitter smile.

She pounced on Wusheng, on his chest.

His chest was hard, calm and steady, and he would not leave any woman who was in his arms.

Such a person's chest can not only bring warmth, stability, but also hope, courage, and confidence.

Yang Qing gasped violently in his chest, as if to tell him all the time how much he needed him.

They met without talking and did not have to speak.

Too many words can no longer satisfy the emotion in their hearts, a very pleasant, extremely happy satisfaction.

Yang Qing is satisfied.

She slowly stretched out her hand, her hand slowly covered with snow, and the snow slowly melted.

Her body was already hot.

Wusheng stroked his hair, and then walked towards Liu Ecstasy.

She was completely submerged in the wind and snow, but she was still struggling, struggling to move and stay alive.

Wusheng sighed deeply, slowly picked her up, and walked towards Xue Bing.

Xue Bing didn't move, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

He stood seven feet tall like a lifeless stone statue, silent, as if he had nothing to say.

Patches of ice and snow fell on the wounds of his body, and suddenly they had melted into nothingness.

The empty eyes stared at and poked Xue Bing like a spear, as if they wanted to poke Xue Bing to death on the ground.