In the distant night, the sword light fluttered, and there was a sleepwalking scream under the sword light.

This is the voice of a wine eagle.

Yang Tianxiao stared at his cheek, which looked extremely pale and worried in the dark night.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Tomorrow evening, there will be no one alive, on the top of the snowy mountain, there will be a showdown." ”

This sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the green tendons on his neck stood vaguely hard and towering, without a trace of beating.

Yang Tianxiao was deeply saddened, closed his eyes, and quietly stared at the sky, which was even darker.

Boundless darkness, never-ending darkness.

Isn't that where the brink of death lies?

Suddenly there were two fewer people in the room, and it became indescribably lonely and lonely.

No one wanted to speak, and their hearts seemed to have been frozen to death by the cold, merciless ice and snow outside.

The snow fell on the tiles, and it looked extremely depressed and weak.

The bones were buried, and they were buried in their place, and they were sacrificed with wine.

People in the rivers and lakes must use the customs of the rivers and lakes.

Where you die, you are buried.

The soil on Yang Tianxiao's hands is still there, gradually drying up, and gradually there is no cold.

He didn't say anything, just stared silently at the lifeless, stone-like motionless body, already facing him.

There was already a flame flickering in the empty eyes, and the flame in the brazier was not swaying violently.

"You say."

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng and was silent.

"You can't be without something to say."

Yang Tianxiao was silent. Staring at the flames, gentle as if he is an amorous lover in his heart, not only amorous but also soft.

He seemed to be reminiscing about the excitement and pleasure that his lover brought him.

Wusheng suddenly stared and poked Yang Tianxiao like a spear, staring and poking every muscle on his cheek.

"You must have something very important to say."

Yang Tianxiao was silent.

He looked very enjoyed, as if he was enjoying the excitement and pleasure of that emotion.

Silent without life.

He was no longer speechless, as if he was reluctant to say a word.

The silence in the house was like a tomb.

The lifeless stone statue turned around and walked outside like a stone statue.

Yang Qing suddenly followed, holding the cloak. "Are you going to find them?"

"Yes."

"But ......."

Wusheng caressed her body, which was already shaking with fear and trembling in the night.

He sighed deeply, fear and trembling are what women should have, but men can't have it, not at all.

"But the dead must not speak."

Yang Qing nodded.

Wusheng stared at the white earth, and there were vague footprints on the ground that had returned from the roar of the sky.

"As long as you are human, you can speak, whether you live or die."

Yang Qing was taken aback.

"The dead sometimes speak more truthfully than the living."

Yang Qing didn't move.

Wusheng took off the cloak and tied it to Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, the smile on her cheeks became stronger, and there was no trace of fear.

She stared at the lifeless stone statue's cheeks without a trace of emotion, as if she had sensed that he was not as merciless as a stone statue.

Wusheng took her hand, stared silently ahead, and then walked forward. "You're not afraid?"

Yang Qing smiled, "I'm afraid." ”

"You're afraid you're coming along?"

"Yes, I followed because I was afraid."

There was no life, and the empty eyes were already searching for snow traces, and they didn't want to let go of it.

He didn't walk fast, he didn't go slow.

The sky was dead black, without stars, moon, and light.

Yang Qing stared into the distance, and there was already a ghost fire swaying in the distance.

She was wheezing, breathing unsteadily, "What's that?" ”

Without saying a word, he pulled her towards the ghost fire.

The distance is getting closer, and the heartbeat in my stomach is more intense and unstable.

The man stood there like a ghost, caressing the wine eagle's flask in his hand, as if he was already nostalgic for the emotions inside.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards her, close to her.

Empty eyes were already staring at and poking at the man like spearheads.

Yang Qing already felt that she was about to go crazy and collapse, and she also felt that the hand she was holding was extremely dry, extremely calm, extremely powerful, and extremely stable.

She gasped deeply.

This is a woman, the sadness and pain on her face are even stronger, and she only came back to her senses when she saw Wusheng, staring at Wusheng, as if she was already surprised.

There was no trace of warmth on his cold cheeks, and in the dark night, it seemed to be a yaksha.

She stared at the lifeless hand, the gun, and said for a long time, "The gun god is lifeless?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"What are you doing here? People are also dead, and it is in vain to see. ”

Wusheng stared at her hand, and her hand was actually very stable, even in times of pain and grief.

The long, slender fingers appeared even paler in the light, without a trace of blood.

Each nail is carefully trimmed.

The woman was not a swordsman, nor did she carry a sword.

All she had in her hand was a lantern and a flask.

The body was already trembling weakly and weakly, as if it would collapse and collapse at any moment due to excessive pain and grief.

Glancing at her, he walked to the grave of the eagle, threw himself on the cold, hard earth, and vigorously peeled away the dirt.

This action not only frightened and frightened Yang Qing, but also surprised the woman carrying the lantern.

She stared at Wusheng in surprise, "What are you going to do?" ”

Wusheng gasped and gritted his teeth, "I'm looking for something to him." ”

"What can you do with him?"

"Let's see if he has anything to say to me."

Anger appeared on his cold cheeks, "You ......." ”

She gritted her teeth and suddenly threw herself down, pinching her neck hard, as if she wanted to strangle Wusheng to death.

They were already rolling and screaming in the cold, unforgiving snow.

Wusheng didn't resist, didn't emit a hint of pain, and didn't stop her from doing so.

She hurts others like this, it's just that she cares too much about wine eagles in her heart, and the more amorous a woman is, the more she is hurt by emotions, and sometimes she hurts other people.

The man was already breathing, and his body seemed to have no strength left, as if he had collapsed.

His cheeks were covered with sweat, his anger was under control, and his anger had subsided.

Wusheng suddenly struggled to turn over, trying to breathe, and no longer looked at her, "He must have something to say to me, there must be." ”

The woman looked at the lifeless stone cheeks, and her eyes already showed pity, pity, pity, "I just ......." ”

There is no life and no speech, as if he is powerless to speak anymore.

The cold sweat of the carob was gradually revealed.

Yang Qing suddenly pounced on the woman, biting the woman vigorously, as if she was a wounded beast, painfully and struggling to bite the cage.

This woman is the cage that wounded her.

Wusheng struggled to separate them, standing upright like a stone statue, and hugged Yang Qing tightly in his arms.

Yang Qing also hugged Wusheng tightly, her body had become more shaky due to excessive fright and fear, and there were still blood stains on the corners of her mouth.

She didn't think about it, how could she be so fierce just now, she didn't look like a human being.

Yang Qing stroked the ice and snow on her lifeless body, her hands seemed to be numb, stiff, and without a trace of feeling, but she didn't say it.

Wusheng gently wiped the blood from her lips and gasped slowly.

Not far away, the woman suddenly ran into the distance crying.

The lanterns had fallen on the snow and burned out, and the heavens and the earth had returned to calm and darkness.

Yang Qing pushed Wusheng back, slipped out of his arms softly, and pounced on the grave of the wine eagle, vigorously picking up the dirt.

Wordless movements, wordless emotions, wordless tears.

Perhaps silence is the truest vow, many words in the world sound very good, and it is easy to make oneself tempted, and at the same time, it is easier to make one's heart ache.

Wusheng sighed deeply and was speechless for a long time.

He walked towards Yang Qing, as if he had rediscovered the other side of Yang Qing.

The bones had been pulled out, and Yang Qing seemed to be weak, lying on the side softly and panting.

There were only two sword wounds on it, two sword wounds on different paths.

A sword wound was very short, but deep, but it was very large to separate on both sides, this was obviously Xunhuanzi's sword.

At the same time that sword pierced, Sen Han's sword qi also blew the sword wound very open.

The other sword wound was the opposite, the sword wound was very long, but it was very shallow, and the wound was almost non-existent, and it might be difficult to find unless you touched it carefully.

His eyes were closed by someone else, because the muscles at the corners of his eyes were stiff and powerful, and they were clearly trying to open them before he died.

He must have said something, and the eyes were closed by others.

Wusheng caressed his already stiff, cold bones, as if he wanted to find something.

When he touched his back, he suddenly stopped.

Wusheng took out the contents and stood upright like a stone statue, slowly gasping, "Found it." ”

Yang Qing struggled to stand up and threw herself into Wusheng's arms, as if she was unwilling to part for a moment.

Wusheng sighed deeply and pulled Yang Qing away.

Yang Qing stared at the bones and was silent for a long time.

Wusheng gasped, "She's not gone far, she'll definitely be back." ”

"Will she come back?"

"Yes."

"Who is she?"

He was silent, as if he didn't want to face the problem.

"Is she someone in the parting spell?"

Silent without life.

"Is she here to be concerned about Liu Ecstasy?"

Silent without life.

"Is there someone else besides the Seven Eagles, maybe it's very good."

Silent and deeply sighed.

These are extremely confidential questions, and even the owner of the parting spell, Liu Ecstasy, may not know how big his organization is.

Wusheng suddenly stood upright like a stone statue, motionless.

His empty eyes were already staring at the horizon, as if he was already contemplating.

Yang Qing was taken aback, because he was only standing, and most of them were nothing good.

Who is it this time?

Is it the sword sect in the rivers and lakes? Or Wanhualou? Or what wants to be a swordsman who wants to be famous? Want to kill Wusheng and make a name for yourself?

Yang Qing's eyes were already searching everywhere.

It was pitch black, nothing.

She caressed her lifeless body, "Are you tired?" ”

Silent without life.

She continued to walk, and the cold, unforgiving ground grew harder.

The chill between heaven and earth has gradually become intolerable, and the melting snow and ice have frozen.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at her feet, gradually feeling that her feet were numb and stiff.

Wusheng suddenly turned around like a stone statue and picked her up.

The night is getting darker.

The courtyard was silent, and the fire in the house was still burning.

Yang Tianxiao was still leaning against the wall, but his eyes seemed to be filled with a look of extreme tiredness and boredom.

He stared at Wusheng walking in, staring at Wusheng gently placing Yang Qing on the soft sleeper, staring at Wusheng standing upright like a stone statue, and then his empty eyes were already staring and poking at himself.

Wusheng threw the war book in his hand into the brazier, did not speak, and did not have to speak.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng, and his eyes were already full of apology and guilt. "You still know."

Wusheng nodded.

"What if you get it?"

He was silent, as if he didn't want to talk to this man.

"You're going to find them tomorrow? And then a duel? ”

Silent without life.

"Are you sure you'll be alive?"

Silent without life.

Yang Tianxiao let out a long sigh, staring at the lifeless back, staring at the strange body.

Why hasn't it fallen yet? Why don't you fall down and rest well? He didn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

"You stay, I'll go."

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, because I'm in a bad mood."

"Do you have something that makes you feel good?"

Yang Tianxiao nodded, "When I'm in a bad mood, I always go to that place." ”

Wusheng sighed deeply and was silent.

When a prodigal son is in a bad mood, where does he go to find joy?

Maybe those places will not be very civilized, they are not very moral places, as long as you have money, there will be someone to accompany you to be happy, make people forget the pain, forget the troubles, forget the entanglement of grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, and maybe make yourself tired and powerless.

This is perhaps the common problem of most rootless prodigal sons.

Yang Tianxiao didn't walk out of the door, he turned his head and stared at Wusheng, the apology and guilt in his eyes were even stronger, "It's me who is too selfish, it's me who wants to duel with you too much, and I don't want you to take risks." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, into the cold, unforgiving night.

Yang Qing stared at his back gradually disappearing, and there was an indescribable loneliness and emptiness.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, standing beside the brazier.

Yang Qing suddenly took off the cloak from his body and tied it to his body.

Hugging her tightly, her body gradually began to tremble strangely, and then her face gradually became delicately red.

She gasped and stared at lifeless.

Wusheng slowly hugged her on the soft collapse, but he stood upright like a stone statue, walking towards the door like a stone statue, staring and poking into the distance, as if he wanted to poke everything in the distance to death.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth gently, and a trace of extreme pain and sadness appeared in her eyes.

Is this man really emotionless? Is his heart really made of stone?

The night is darker and the chill is heavier.

At this time, isn't it easy to make people lovesick? Lonely?

Yang Qing gasped and walked towards Wusheng, clinging to her body, tightly wrapping her body with a cloak, and the chill at the door was even heavier.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

Wusheng sighed, "You're not cold? ”

Yang Qingjiao smiled, smiling as if she was very happy and satisfied. "I'm not cold at all."

"You're not sleepy?"

Yang Qingjiao smiled and opened her eyes wide, but the bloodshot in her eyes became even redder, "I'm not sleepy at all." ”

"You're not tired?"

Yang Qing was silent, already shaking her head.

She was already staring at the darkness of the night, as if she had found a source of joy in the night.

Wusheng sighed softly, and gradually hugged her tighter, as she gradually fell asleep, and gradually smiled sweetly.

She had found her beautiful dream in that fountain.

Wusheng gently placed her on the soft collapse and covered her with a cloak.

He stood there alone, staring silently into the distant night.

Is there someone in the distant night who is being worried about him, is it Liu Ecstasy? Or is it howling? Or the woman who wept and left in the snow?

Is that woman the one in the parting spell? Or is it the lover of a wine hawk?

There seem to be more and more people in it, and it seems to be more and more disgusting, boring.

Not far away, the snow on the dead branches had suddenly fallen, and it fell to the ground, and the voice became hoarse and low, no longer so light and weak.

How powerful is the parting spell? Is it time to get close to reveal?

Isn't it time for everyone inside to come out? Because the willow ecstasy has been captured, the future of the parting spell is extremely bleak, and there is no trace of life.

Wusheng stared at the unbroken piece of ice and snow, as if in silent contemplation.

The night fades and the light comes.

Yang Tianxiao walked back with a night of tiredness and wine, as if he was not very happy.

People are sometimes really strange, when they are in a bad mood, if they are in a bad mood, the more they try to find happiness, the more they can't find happiness, and what they often get is boredom, boredom, and disgust, which are by no means what they want, but they are pestering themselves, and they are simply going crazy and breaking down.

Yang Tianxiao walked extremely unsteadily, and after taking a few steps, it seemed as if he was about to fall, but he didn't fall.

He walked over to the edge of the lifeless and smiled, "I'm not drunk at all." ”

Silent without life.

"I had a great night out."

Silent without life.

Whoever he was, he could see that he was not only unhappy, but also very drunk.

He stared at Wusheng, "I don't like this kind of day." ”

The hand holding the sword did not touch the hilt, and was already holding the flask, and the grip was steady.

Most of the clothes on his body no longer knew where he had fallen, and a big hole had been scratched.

There is a faint pink residue at the corner of the mouth,......。

Wusheng couldn't bear to look at it, and turned around like a stone statue.

Yang Qing had already woken up from her sleep, walked over with a smile, and tied her cloak to her lifeless body.

She stared at Yang Tianxiao silently, and ducked away from it, hiding in the arms of Wusheng.

The grown-up sighed, untied his cloak, draped him over, and lifted him toward the soft collapse.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng, his eyes seemed to have become more hazy, and even the smile became extremely comical and weak.

Yang Qing stared at him, and gradually had a look of pity and sympathy.

A generation of famous swordsmen would be so depressed and desolate.

The wine jug was already empty, and Yang Qing had taken it off and threw it far away into the snow.

He had reclined on his sleeper, staring at lifelessness, smiling comically, and then suddenly he had collapsed, as if he could not stand up.

Wusheng lifted him up and helped him to the soft collapse.

He smiled even more happily, and at the moment when he laughed most passionately and comically, his hand moved.

Suddenly, there were more than a dozen big holes on Wusheng's body, and Wusheng was motionless.

The drunkenness in his eyes had suddenly disappeared, and the tiredness and weakness on his cheeks had suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly he stood up, stared at the lifeless, and laid him down on the limp floor.

"I'm still selfish, I don't want you to take risks, you have to take care of yourself, we still have a fight."

Yang Qing stared at him, "You ......." ”

Yang Tianxiao's action is too fast and unexpected.

He stared at Yang Qing with a smile, and that smile was no longer funny and weak.