The wind was cold and dusty.

The pony's face was excited and excited, as if he had been completely captivated by the painting, and his heart, his soul, seemed to have been completely taken away.

The light of the fire had distorted in the cold wind, as if it had been stimulated by the painting, and it could no longer be itself.

The painting flutters gently in the cold wind, and the woman is also fluttering, every muscle and bone on her body seems to be writhing, releasing a soul-stirring vitality, she not only has vitality herself, but also brings vitality to others.

The pony gasped, gasped and walked over, approached the portrait, and kissed the woman on the cheek.

Wusheng didn't want to look at it, his eyes were already fixed on his hand.

He had no sword in his hand, and the sword was by the jug by the fire.

The wine is not exhausted, and the intention is not gone.

The pony smiled, the smile on his cheek subsided, and the excitement and pleasure were gone.

Appears extremely tired, weak and calm.

When the time comes for the duel, we must abandon all distractions, and we must not have a single trace, otherwise we will not see the sunshine of tomorrow.

The pony gulps down the rest of the wine and grits the hilt of his sword, staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

The hand didn't move, and the gun didn't move.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, without a trace of change.

The cloak rattles.

A remnant leaf floated over the sky, and suddenly fell softly, and happened to fall on the fire, and suddenly turned into ashes.

The smile on the pony's cheeks vanished, and his expression seemed to have been satisfied, and the strange needs of his heart and soul had been satisfied.

The sword was not unsheathed.

The chill in the cold wind has become even colder, and the painting has drifted away, drifting into the dark night, as if it can no longer bear the solemn meaning here.

Yang Qing stared at the painting that slowly floated away, feeling inexplicably sad in her heart.

It is not common for the rivers and lakes to paint gods.

Her eyes had drifted not far away, where the night was even darker.

The painting was there, and it didn't leave, as if admiring them from afar.

"How's this painting?"

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

The painting had drifted away, and he didn't seem to show any concern.

"When I die, you can take full possession of it."

Silent without life.

"Don't you like this painting?"

Silent without life.

"What if it likes you?"

I don't know anything, and I don't understand.

Yang Qing doesn't understand, how can painting like people? Isn't that cultivating to become an immortal?

She had heard this many times, but she could only hear it in front of her, because it was impossible to happen.

The pony stared into the dark night, his eyes looking at something.

"When you get this picture, you will know how beautiful and happy it is."

Yang Qing glanced at the expression on the pony's cheeks, and suddenly became disgusted and wanted to vomit.

She couldn't figure it out.

I've heard a lot of stories about the gods, but this is the first time I've heard such a story.

The pony's eyes suddenly retracted from the darkness of the night, staring coldly at the gun and the hand.

"I'm dead, you buy a coffin for me, I don't like to be taken away by wild wolves." Pony suddenly stared at Lifeless's cheek again, "If you're dead, I'll buy you a coffin." ”

Wusheng nodded, "You can make a move." ”

"Okay."

As he spoke, the sword came out of its sheath.

The scabbard suddenly left the sword, as if it was an amorous and gentle girl, and was suddenly pushed away by the indifferent and ruthless lover.

The scabbard is fixed straight into the bluestone, and it is fixed into the dead.

"Good swordsmanship." I can't help but say it.

The sword light suddenly enveloped the lifeless body, covering it to death.

Smoke floated up like a light smoke and greeted him.

The pony's body suddenly retreated at great speed, flipped in the air, and the sword light rolled, and the two bluestones on the ground suddenly rose up and pounced on Wusheng.

The bluestones rose suddenly, and there were faint traces of their age on the ground, the size of two cows.

No matter what kind of person you are, if you are smashed, you must be unlucky.

The sword light was still fluttering, and the person was already standing on the dead tree not far away, staring coldly at the lifeless.

Floating like a light smoke, a sudden kick of flight, two stones collided, thick smoke suddenly rose, and sparks suddenly appeared.

What about people? The lifeless are gone.

Suddenly vanished into the smoke, and the pony's eyes had turned a strange color.

The cold wind gusted, and the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a shadow, floating like a light smoke.

It's lifeless.

The pony's sword suddenly stabs at Lifeless.

Facing the blade of the sword like a light smoke, the person's eyes could be vaguely seen in the cold wind as if they were filled with joy and happiness.

He's actually enjoying it?

The pony gritted his teeth and stared at Lifeless's chest, the blade of his sword already stabbed into Lifeless's chest.

The tip of the sword is fully touching his chest, and the pony feels it deeply.

A swordsman's perception of the tip of a sword may be 10,000 times more accurate than that of a vegetable market owner's perception of the weight of goods.

Dismount and be sure that the sword was completely against the chest, completely against the chest.

There is no way to live, no opportunity, and no reason to live.

But at this moment, the chest in front of the tip of the sword suddenly changed, an unimaginable magical change.

This could have been impossible, but it has happened.

The killing intent in the pony's eyes has stiffened, the chill on the blade of the sword has not disappeared, and the strength has not decreased.

He saw his chest suddenly disappear from the tip of the sword, emerge from the blade, and leave against the blade without any damage.

Wusheng gasped deeply, and the color of joy and pleasure in his eyes became stronger, "Good swordsmanship." ”

He was standing like a stone statue, standing upright on the branches, staring and poking at the sword, and the hand in the darkness of the night.

Suddenly there was a light in the night, an unimaginable light.

Suddenly, the painting appeared, not far from the light.

The light of the sword suddenly faded, and the person holding the sword died instantly.

Smoke drifted by, for he had seen something strange.

The cold wind was blowing, and the woman in the painting was gone.

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, staring and poking at the painting, the woman on the snow-white paper was gone, only the neat signature, pitch black, strange and mysterious.

The rivers and lakes paint the gods, and the breeze is resistant.

What's going on? Is it the human being who lives?

The man in the painting is gone, and the pony's bones are getting cold and cold.

Wusheng stared and poked at the painting motionlessly, a mysterious and evil painting.

Yang Qing shivered and stared at Wusheng.

The night is darker.

The fire not far away was still flashing with heat, but it was not enough to brighten the night or warm people's hearts.

Two pheasants were still roasting on them, and wisps of fragrance wafted over.

Yang Qing only felt her stomach twitch and contract violently.

Wusheng suddenly hugged her and didn't say a word for a long time.

His hands were vaguely steady, calm and warm, his fear had gradually subsided, and his eyes were fixed on lifeless, "What's going on?" ”

Silent without life.

"You didn't drip blood from the tip of your spear, you didn't kill the pony."

Silent without life.

"You didn't kill him, who would have killed him?"

Silent without life.

"Isn't it the woman in the painting?"

Without saying a word, his hand hugged Yang Qing tighter, and her body seemed to tremble more violently.

"Have we crashed into ......?"

She suddenly noticed that Wusheng had changed, and his eyes were already staring and poking in the other direction.

Looking in his direction, Yang Qing only glanced at it, and then suddenly screamed.

A woman was leaning against the fire, writhing her body as if absorbing the heat of the fire.

She didn't seem to react when she heard Yang Qing's scream.

Yang Qing closed her eyes forcefully, and pressed her body tightly against Wusheng, she was already afraid.

Wusheng sighed deeply, "Why don't you open your eyes and see?" ”

Yang Qing tried to shake out a few words, "I don't read it." ”

"You can open your eyes and look at her, it's not scary."

"I don't believe it, isn't it cute?"

Wusheng caressed her body, and her body trembled without a trace of subsidence.

"I promise you will not be afraid or regret it."

Wusheng Rourou turned Yang Qing's body around, and stroked her hair, "It's really beautiful." ”

Yang Qing slowly opened her eyes, she was stunned.

The woman in the painting is already dancing, Yang Qing has seen a lot of dancing, all kinds of dancing, and even a little bit herself.

She shouldn't have been surprised by the dance, but now she was.

Because this kind of dance is really unimaginable, how beautiful and mysterious it is, and the beautiful and mysterious simply should not appear in the world.

Her body was already dancing, and every corner of her body seemed to be dancing.

The dance seems to have blended into the night, completely integrated with the night.

Her dancing posture does not seem to dance with her body alone, as if she has completely danced her soul and mind.

Every corner releases vitality and passion at all times, so that those who appreciate it enjoy excitement, joy and satisfaction at all times.

Yang Qing was already stupid.

She really couldn't imagine that in this dark night, there was such an intoxicating and beautiful dance.

This is not only unimaginable, but also unbelievable.

There were not many clothes on her body, and she was already shaking in the cold wind, and her shaking was even shaking to make people feel strange and mysterious pleasure.

Wusheng sighed deeply.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly and covered her eyes, "Men can't see it, they won't be able to sleep if they see it, and they will get lovesickness." ”

Silent without life.

"It's better not to watch it, you men can't watch this kind of dance."

Silent without life.

"For you to get a good night's sleep, or ......." She was so smiling that she couldn't speak.

Her smile was strange and mysterious.

The fear had faded, Yang Qing clung to the lifeless body, and she was already gasping.

Wusheng suddenly hugged her, walked to the fire, approached the fire, stared at and poked the woman.

The woman's dancing slowly stopped.

The night is as lonely and empty as the night, and every line on the body looks soft and vibrant, as if vitality can be born at any time, and it will also bring vitality to others.

She is no longer young, her years have passed, but she has not taken away a trace of the vitality and vitality of a young man.

The eyes are dark and bright, the skin is white and fresh, and the body is hazy and mysterious.

Yang Qing seemed to be going crazy and about to explode, but she was scared again, scared and frightened.

She says that her name is Fluttershy, the fairy in the painting.

There was no life, standing upright like a stone statue, and there was no change on the stone statue-like cheeks, let alone a trace of pleasure.

She slowly put Yang Qing down, walked into the night, and picked up the pony's bones.

Fluttershy looks at the bones with sadness in her eyes.

Yang Qing stared at her body, and sighed softly, her clothes were really scarce.

Aren't all the fairies in the painting the same?

Fluttershy pounces into the dark night, ghostly and eerie.

The lifeless stone stood upright, staring and poking at the fire, staring and poking at the fire in a surprising way, as if in contemplation.

Yang Qing touched Wusheng's neck, "She's a fairy, isn't she beautiful?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared at the dark night, in the night when she left, there seemed to be no figure, and she did not come back.

She's gone.

The cold wind in the night has become more intense, and the color of loneliness has become thicker, thick and bitter.

It makes the rootless prodigal son who wanders in a foreign land bitter and painful.

Yang Qing took down the pheasant, pulled a piece open, and gave it to Wusheng.

He did not eat it.

Yang Qing stares at Lifeless's eyes, his eyes staring into the pitch-black distance, where Fluttershy left.

Is he worrying about Fluttershy? Worried about the fairy in the painting?

"Are you trying to find her?" A look of distress already appeared on Yang Qing's face.

Silent without life.

His eyes stare vaguely at the dark night, as if he had seen Fluttershy.

Yang Qing took his hand, "I'll find it for you, okay?" ”

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's body and sighed deeply, "She didn't leave in the first place." ”

Yang Qing didn't believe it, and walked into the night, but was pulled by Wusheng.

"It's dark there, I'll go."

The distress on Yang Qing's face had disappeared, and a smile had already appeared.

The most proud thing about a woman is not how beautiful she is, but how much her lover cares about her.

Yang Qing sat on the bluestone with a smile and waited, looking at the writhing lines of the sparks, and her heart was really happy.

Walking into the darkness of the night like a lifeless stone statue, she sees Fluttershy.

Fluttershy sits quietly in front of the painting, seemingly sad and desolate.

When she saw Wusheng coming, her expression became very strange, surprised and frightened.

Fluttershy doesn't seem to think that lifelessness will pass.

The stone-like man had approached and had stretched out his hand.

"Come with me."

Fluttershy stares at Lifeless, "Why did I go with you?" ”

Lifeless stared and poked at Fluttershy's body, and then at the paper, "Because it's mine." ”

Fluttershy is silent.

"The pony has given me this painting."

Fluttershy is silent.

"So you have to come with me, and I will take care of you."

The lifeless hand did not retract, and stopped vaguely in front of her.

Fluttershy smiled, "You can take care of me?" ”

Wu Sheng was silent, but he nodded.

Fluttershy laughs and rolls up the paper, throwing herself into Lifeless's arms.

Every line of her body was so soft and delicate that she was clinging to lifeless, gasping and writhing.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes stared and poked ahead, and the night ahead was the same, it was also pitch black.

"Your body is great." Fluttershy's gasps have grown.

Silent without life.

The cold wind gradually became more unreasonable, and the loneliness in the night became even stronger.

"Your body is stronger than a pony."

Silent without life.

Suddenly he pushed her away from his arms, took her hand, and walked towards the fire like a stone.

Fluttershy hangs her head and sits quietly by the fire, as if she had become a piece of wood, silent.

The wood wouldn't move, but she would, she was shaking.