"Your Excellency, why do you want to insult mortals like us?"

After collecting the required ability crystals, Ning Xiaomo began to clean up the living mouth of the Dynasty Hotel: from the first layer of killing, there will be no one who can breathe.

And when he was on the rise, suddenly a person, roaring, asked such a question, let Ning Fan harvest the action of human heads... Slightly stagnant.

He calmly raised his head and met the man's bloodshot pupils:

"What did you say?"

"Give me a reason!"

The man's eyes were cracked, his face was full of tears, and he met Ning Fan's indifferent eyes, but he was fearless, and some were just blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and full of anger:

"Give me a reason for your bloody slaughter of the dynasty, what did we do wrong?"

"Did you do something wrong?" Ning Fan casually threw away the corpse in his arms, stood up straight, looked down at the man, and said calmly: "You didn't do anything wrong. ”

"But you are guilty!"

said.

Xiaochan No. 2 gathered her red skirt, walked up to the man lightly, squatted down, and pressed her jade hand on his head: "In this world, the weak..."

"You don't have the right to live."

"Click!" After speaking, Ning Fan directly unscrewed his head, and the whole process was as light as an ancient well without waves, without a trace of waves: he didn't think this person was pitiful.

I don't think these people who were killed by him are innocent.

Because what they have experienced, he has experienced in his previous life.

It's not that he hasn't been called around; It was not that he had not been sacrificed; It's not that he hasn't been chased by zombies to the sky, and there is no way to enter the earth.

He also cried out to the strong until no one answered.

He also begged for mercy on the good until no one opened his eyes.

He also knelt at the door of someone else's house for a piece of bread and a sip of water, and kowtowed for a day and a night, but in the end he was beaten mercilessly.

If he hadn't met Cao Zijin later and met Sikong Falling Moon, even he wouldn't know how dark and desperate his life would be.

So.

Is there anyone in the last days who is not a pitiful? Who is more innocent than whom?

…

Ascending to the second floor, Ning Fan walked in front, and Sikong Falling Moon followed behind.

It seemed that he was a little afraid of Ning Fan's image of a calm face at the moment, Sikong Shenyue deliberately took off his shoes, lightened his steps, and tried his best to minimize his sense of existence.

She could feel that Ning Fan was in a bad mood: as if she was angry with the question of the person just now, and as if she remembered something from the past... It's better not to mess with him.

As usual, the two of them guarded the door and killed people, and they cooperated very tacitly.

Soon, most of the survivors on the second layer were cleared: at this time, there were one or two old men in Confucian costumes with gray temples, who appeared out of nowhere.

He stood in the center of the pile of corpses, and in his obviously muddy pupils, he burst out with a fierce and solemn divine light, looked at Ning Fan aggressively, and said loudly:

"In the next life, you have fallen into the devil's path, and you will not look back!"

Ning Fan frowned and looked at him, a pair of peach blossom eyes, reflecting the sea of corpses and blood.

However, the old man in Confucian costume did not take half a step back because of this: he stood there as always, his rickety body like an impassable mountain.

The second time he scolded: "In the next life, you have fallen into the devil's path, and you will not look back!" ”

"Turn back? Oh, ridiculous. ”

Ning Fan sneered, and his emotions were rarely a little excited:

"You say I'm a demon, then I ask you, what is positive and what is a demon?"

"Is the justice in your mouth like a lowly domestic dog, living without dignity? If that's the case, then I'd rather be a demon! ”

"It doesn't matter if you are scolded by thousands of people, or what you are pointed at, I just want to be behind me, not stained with a little dust, because there, there is something I have to protect with all my might..."

"Gentle!"

"The bones are like mountains and forget the surname, nothing more than a son and red makeup... The only thing I believe in is a woman with red makeup, a demon cultivator, and, a sword out of the dust, ten thousand bones wither! ”

"This is my right path!"

Swish!

The moment the sound fell, the bone umbrella in Ning Fan's hand was thrown, piercing the old man's chest.

The old man fell to the ground.

Ning Fan half-knelt on the ground like drowning, clutching his chest, panting heavily, looking extremely painful: his exercises were inexplicably mad!

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Sikong Falling Moon was suddenly very worried, and he hurriedly picked up the bone umbrella, trotted to Ning Fan's side, picked it up, and leaned on his shoulder.

While gently patting his back, he gently stroked his head and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, what's going on?" ”

"I... It's okay. ”

Ning Fan didn't want Sikong to fall into the moon, and when he saw his embarrassed side, he gritted his teeth, struggled out of the gentle township, held on to the wall, and stood up strongly.

Seeing this, Sikong Falling Moon suddenly felt a trance in his mind, and a ghost popped out of his mouth: "Stinky butterfly, how long do you still have to be strong?" ”

Swish!

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned: Sikong Falling Moon didn't know why he suddenly called Ning Fan Stinky Butterfly; Ning Fan was stunned by this stinky butterfly...

Bring your thoughts back to your previous life!

…

"Xiao Fan."

Ruined and devastated in the middle of the apocalypse.

After a battle with the demon, Sikong Falling Moon, who was seriously injured, snuggled in Ning Fan's arms, applied medicine and wrapped in bandages, and asked with a smile:

"If you were given a chance to choose, what would you most like to become?"

"I want to be a butterfly."

"Why?"

"I love flowers, and every butterfly has a flower that belongs to it, and they can play in the flowers every day without worry, how happy."

"I see... In this case, after that Sister Yue, I will call you Little Butterfly, but this is Sister Yue's exclusive nickname, and no one else is allowed to call it! ”

"Good!"

"That's... Sister Yue, will you be a flower that belongs to me alone? ”

"Of course."

"Sister Yue, this flower, will always bloom only for you, a butterfly, whether it is in this life, or in the next life, or... Life after life. ”

“…”

The picture turned: due to the long stretching of the battle line, the lack of logistical supplies, and the supply of healing drugs was cut off, resulting in the deterioration of Sikong's injuries after falling to the moon, his life was in danger, and he was dying.

In order to save his beloved, Ning Fan went out of the city alone and sneaked into the tenth-order demon's lair to steal medicine.

That year.

He's only the fifth order.

When he was covered in blood and scarred with healing medicine, he stood proudly in front of Sikong Falling Moon, and offered the healing medicine to her like a treasure.

No praise, no praise, just waiting for the moon to fall...

Spank!

"You're sick, aren't you? You are the little white face I raised, don't you understand the responsibilities of the little white face? You just have to enjoy my protection, who allows you to go on an adventure? ”

"I... I didn't, and I didn't take any risks, really. ”

Ning Fan knew that Sikong Falling Moon was caring about himself, and he didn't care about this slap, he just stuffed the healing medicine into his lover's arms, and then pretended to smile easily:

"You see, I didn't come back intact... Ahem... Burst. ”

As a result, the arc of the smile was too exaggerated, and he accidentally touched the wound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which happened to spray on the healing medicine: "Oops, I... I..."

In a hurry, he was sweating profusely, his face was full of self-blame, and he quickly apologized: "Ah, how did it get dirty, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Yue, I... I didn't mean to. ”

"I... I... Why don't I pick another one? ”

He really doesn't care about his injuries at all.

Even if several bones are broken, even if this pain is enough to make ordinary people faint in pain, but at this moment, the only thought in his mind is...

Why did I get the medicine dirty, so how can Sister Yue take it? Will it delay Sister Yue's treatment... I'm so useless, I can't even do this little thing...

looked at Ning Fan, who was at a loss like a child who had lost the key to go home.

That moment.

Sikong fell into the moon and cried like a, and cried out in a voice that almost roared out:

"Stinky butterfly, how long are you going to be strong!"

…

A curtain of autumn dreams, sighing life, if only as first seen.

If it is only like the first meeting, the first time it is already a lifetime, the past and the present... All of them!