Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing not far away, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

The ecstasy in her eyes was even more intense, as if she was admiring a pair of lovers playing with lonely, delicate, seductive love and lovesickness in the snow.

She didn't speak, just watched quietly, standing far away.

There was no life and no speech, standing upright like a stone statue, shaking like a stone statue, and there was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, let alone a trace of pain and sadness.

Yang Qing smiled, her smile did not have a trace of scruples, indescribably free and indulgent, and there was no trace of shyness.

She happily held a snowball and threw it at the lifeless body, the snowball shattered, turned into wisps of emotion and slowly withered and fell on the body.

Changxuan, not far away, was still burning wildly, frantically burning the bones inside, and it was also their sadness.

There was not a trace of sadness on their faces.

She happily played with the emotions in her heart, did she not want to have a trace of sadness in her life? Don't want him to feel physical pain? Don't want him to endure the torture of the wounds?

That's why I desperately don't fear the cold and ice, and desperately exude joy and joy.

Some people seem to be ruthless, but in fact, they have affection in their hearts, and they may not be seen with the naked eye, and they cannot see it with the naked eye at all.

If you want to take a good look at the people around you, maybe you will find that some people seem to be emotional, benevolent, righteous, sanctimonious, affectionate and righteous, but at the critical moment, they may become inferior to pigs and dogs, animals and beasts, cold-blooded, cruel without a trace of human flavor.

People who obviously don't seem to have a trace of emotion, who don't have a trace of emotion like a stone statue, and who are difficult to associate with the word emotion, may become chivalrous and bloody at a critical moment, and they will not hesitate to swear to defend their emotions even if they stain the sky with blood, and they will never frown at the expense of their lives.

Yang Qing suddenly fell, gasping in the snow, but the smile on her cheeks was still floating, "I really can't do it anymore, I'm so tired." ”

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring at her, and slowly stretched out his hand.

His hand was calm, steady and warm, and the smile on her face gradually stiffened and withered.

She threw herself into his arms, like a tired child throwing herself into the arms of an adult, "You really tried. ”

Wu Sheng was silent, but he nodded.

Yang Qing stared at his cheeks, looking at the soft and delicate sunlight, the hard and stable cheeks like a stone statue were actually not without a trace of emotion, maybe more affectionate than most people, and his emotions may be more true than most people.

"Do you know what I mean?"

Wusheng nodded.

Yang Qing smiled, smiling even more happily, "Are you still angry with me?" ”

Wusheng shook his head.

"Then you're forgiving me?"

Silent without life.

The grievance in Yang Qing's eyes gradually became thicker, and she was gradually twitching.

Wusheng sighed deeply and did not speak, but slowly held her hands, which were already tormented by the cold, merciless ice and snow, and they were shaking constantly.

Yang Qing didn't understand, and she didn't speak, the aggrieved color on her cheeks gradually disappeared, and the shyness gradually floated up.

"What are you going to do?"

As she said this, her cheeks flushed even more, as if they were more rosy and amorous than the low-hanging sun.

Yang Qing slowly closed her eyes, as if she was already imagining a beautiful moment.

Wusheng put his hands to his mouth, and Yang Qing's body was gradually shaking, as if it was about to collapse, unable to withstand this violent impact.

He let out a long sigh and blew softly, releasing the heat from his mouth to his almost frozen hands.

Yang Qing opened her eyes, smiled and said nothing, staring at Wusheng.

It seems to be very distressed and helpless.

Snow Eagle lowered his head and let out a long sigh, as if he had been impressed by the kindness and emotion of the willow ecstasy.

For he deeply felt that she was staring at them, but there was no trace of envy or jealousy, only joy, and their cheerfulness seemed to make him happy.

Has she already regarded Yang Qing as herself? Have put your emotions completely on her?

Isn't this a continuation of emotion? Is it also a continuation of her life?

Liu turned around with a delicate smile, facing the sun, as if he was already feeling the heat.

She admires the sublimation of other people's emotions and the satisfaction of herself.

Is this stupid?

She walked towards the sun, hoping to get closer, and the delicate, gentle heat seemed to have drawn her completely.

Snow Eagle followed behind, without a trace of expression on the snow-white cheeks, and the cheeks of young men were rarely expressionless.

He is no exception, no expression is the best expression, his expression is sour, and he is sour for Liu.

He hung his head, as if in deep thought.

Everything seemed quiet, peaceful and warm, nothing out of the ordinary.

Snow Eagle suddenly pounced on Liu Ecstasy, pushing her far away.

Liu Ecstasy didn't understand, this sudden movement simply startled her, and she turned her head to stare at Snow Eagle.

Snow Eagle was suddenly locked in a cage, and the cage suddenly closed and closed tightly.

The cage was not there, but it was very hard, and all around it were iron pipes as thick as a child's arm, and black iron pipes.

Snow Eagle was already groping for the pitch-black iron pipe inside, and the iron pipe suddenly emitted countless cold lights and settled into his body.

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly fell, and when he fell, he stopped moving.

Liu ecstasy suddenly pounced on the cage and held his hand, which had no vitality and gradually became cold and stiff.

This moment was too sudden, too surprising to be imagined.

Not far away, a person suddenly appeared from the snow, a snow-white man, with only a pair of eyes on his body.

This is a ninja.

He didn't leave, he kept waiting for the opportunity to make a move, and once he did, it was difficult to miss.

Because they are ninjas, ninjas are desperate endurance, and they will only make a move when they have an opportunity to benefit them.

When the opportunity comes, we will seize it, and we will hit it with one blow.

They grasp the opportunity to kill, not only directly and simply, but also cold-blooded and ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless, and the same for themselves, and for others.

He kicked the willow ecstasy away and flew to the edge of the lifeless.

Wusheng helped her up, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, everything will be fine." ”

Liu Ecstasy nodded, unable to speak.

The power with which she spoke seemed to have been completely crushed by the ninja's kick, killing her.

The lifeless hand rested on her body, waiting until her body was completely stable before taking it away.

She gasped and stared at the snow, which was white on all sides and there was no one.

The man had suddenly vanished, as if he had become one with the snow and ice, and seemed to emerge from the ice and snow at any moment.

Coming out is a fatal blow.

That fatal blow was definitely hard to dodge, because it was the one that the ninja had summed up from countless painful experiences, and it was also the most correct one.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and its empty eyes slowly closed.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at Wusheng, "You can't fall asleep at this time, open your eyes quickly." ”

Silent without life.

Why did he suddenly close his eyes? Do you know that you have no chance to live? Already compromised? Compromising with death?

Changxuan, not far away, was vaguely burning, without a trace of tiredness, without a trace of stopping.

The earth was dead silent.

There is no wind, and the meaning of slaughter between heaven and earth is stronger.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and gasped, she could already feel that Liu Ecstasy's body was the same, and her body was twitching violently.

Pressed by an invisible pressure, it seems as if it will go crazy, collapse, and fall down at any moment.

Yang Qing held Liu Yi's hand tightly, their palms were already drenched in cold sweat, they were soaked, and each could feel that the cold sweat was colder than ice and snow.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, "Do you feel something?" ”

Liu ecstasy nodded, but shook his head and did not speak.

She had stared at Lifeless, Lifeless, silent, and did not open her eyes, just remained motionless like a silent stone statue.

But the green tendon on his forehead was gradually protruding and beating.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, suddenly opened his eyes, and pushed them away with all his might, and a sword light suddenly flew out of the ground and flew towards Wusheng's body.

The fatal blow is also the most correct one.

This blow is really amazing, it is really unexpected, and it is really impossible to prevent.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the sword light floating towards him, as if he could only wait for the sword light to float towards him, and there was no other choice.

When the tip of the sword was less than half an inch from his throat, it suddenly stopped, stopped alive, and died there.

Motionless, it stood there, as if it were really dead.

The sword fell to the snow with a "poof", and the man's eyes were staring at lifeless, revealing indescribable resentment and unwillingness.

Wusheng panted and pushed him to see another person standing there.

The blood on the tip of the sword was still dripping, and the man was still standing motionless.

Snow-white body, snow-white hair, snow-white eyes, everything is snow-white.

"Snow Eagle." Yang Qing couldn't help but scream.

The cage not far away is still there, and the snow-white bones are still there, this person is not a snow eagle.

Snow Eagle held a bamboo stick in his hand, it was definitely not a sword, this person was just a person who looked very similar to Snow Eagle.

Who is this man?

There was no wind, and the blood on the tip of the sword dripped slowly, slowly.

He slowly raised his head and faced Wusheng, as if he was already staring at Wusheng.

was silent, and seemed to be stared at by him.

The sword is not in the sheath, and the sword light is still fluttering, indescribably cold and ruthless.

What about people? Isn't it more ruthless?

Is it only ruthless people who can make the sword in their hands more ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel?

The person under the tip of the sword gradually became cold, cold, and stiff, and the tip of the sword did not move vaguely, and the front of the tip of the sword was lifeless.

Wusheng didn't move, and neither did the tip of the sword.

Wusheng stared at and poked this man, as if he wanted to stab him to death on the ground. "I know you."

The tip of the sword didn't move, there was no hint of movement, and there was no meaning of entering the sheath, so what did it mean?

Is there anyone else who wants to die by the sword?

Is he going to die by the sword without a life? Yang Qing, who was not far away, gritted his teeth and jumped, but was pressed by Liu Ecstasy, and he couldn't move at all.

All Yang Qing could move was tears, and the tears had rolled down, but they flowed out and rolled onto Liu's cheeks.

Liu ecstasy tried hard to grab her, gasping and shaking her head.

Yang Qing nodded, slowly becoming weak, lying on Liu Ecstasy's body weakly, as if he had collapsed and collapsed.

Willow gently placed her aside, stared at her cheek, and shook her head gently.

Yang Qing gasped, she already understood the meaning of Liu's ecstasy.

Liu Ecstasy meant that she didn't want her to disturb them, and she couldn't help Wusheng in the slightest, but only distracted him and lost his ability to judge.

The duel between the masters, the blow of the life hanging by a thread, can not be distracted at all, nor can it be affectionate, otherwise he will die quickly.

Maybe much faster than you think.

The blood on the tip of the sword has completely dripped away, without a trace of blood, this is a good sword, and the hand on the hilt is even better.

Calm, steady hands.

"You know me?"

Wusheng didn't move, the tip of the sword was not far from his chest, and he could reach it with his hand.

The sword qi is still there, the sword intent is still there, and the sword light is still there.

It is still possible to kill people with an instant, no one has any doubts.

But Wusheng doesn't seem to care, does he already know the master who holds the sword? Got the idea that he can't draw a sword?

"Yes." Wusheng stared and poked at the sword, stared and poked at the hand holding the sword, "You're not human. ”

"And what am I?"

"You are a flower, the snowflakes of Wanhualou."

Snowflake gritted her teeth, as if she was already in pain.