The dying monk looked at the pear blossoms falling in front of him, with a sweet smile on his face, remembering that when he was young, he and her and he were always playing happily here, and the monk was powerless to lean on this pear tree that carried many of their memories, and recalled in his mind what the girl had said to herself: "I miss you, but I can't say it, just like a tree full of pear blossoms, it will never bear apples." ”

"I miss you, but I can't say it, it's like a rainbow hanging high in the sky, no one can ever touch it. ”

"I miss you, but I can't say, like the trajectory of a goshawk, a butterfly can never fly over. ”

"I miss you, but I can't say it, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, and if I say it, it's also a kind of torture......"

A sweet smile began to appear on the face of the monk Sanssoucian, and in the blurred vision, he seemed to recall the scene when the girl danced here, and then said softly to himself: "Are you still missing me now? ”

After saying this, the carefree monk began to sing aloud the proverb engraved on the Nai He knife that he had sung countless times: "If you can not see, you can't meet, you can't wait, you can't see, you can't see, you can let go of this Nai He Zen...... But there will be no resentment, and there will be no ......."

The song is desolate and sad, sad and amorous.

At the end of the day, the carefree monk with blurred vision turned his head and glanced at the vast land of the Blood Hell Wasteland in the distance, and said secretly in his heart: "I can only help you get here, and I will leave the rest to you." Then slowly walked on the stone beams of the aisle, looked at the misty clouds under his feet, and began to laugh. Then he whispered: "There are 36,000 words in the world, and only love words hurt the most." I have participated in Nai He Zen for so many years. It wasn't until I died that I figured out what Zen was? You're the Zen I've been participating in......"

After muttering these words, the carefree monk jumped and was about to jump off the stone beam.

The elites of the demon clan saw that this monk couldn't survive, and they looked at the carefree monk one by one with vigilance, although as long as they knew that as long as they jumped down, there was a chance that the knife would not be obtained, but no one dared to go up and snatch it, it was really because the previous battle made these people scared out. Even before the carefree monk died, such a blow was something none of them could bear.

But at this moment, a figure rushed from a distance like a ghost, and let out an extremely cold and terrible scream, like a ghost coming out of the netherworld. When everyone in the audience heard this voice, their hearts were cold, and they all turned their heads to look at the black shadow on the ridge in the distance.

Monk Sanssouci was already about to jump down, after hearing this voice. He stopped his movements and set his eyes on the dark shadow, a look of hatred and indignation in his eyes.

To know the way, from the beginning to the present. Except for the slight madness on the face of the Carefree Monk when he was about to jump off the cliff, the face of the Carefree Monk was always calm, whether it was when he killed people or after being hurt by the demons. The face of the carefree monk was always such an indifferent look, as if everything was not in his arms. However, after seeing this black figure. There was a rare look of hatred on the face of the carefree monk, and the pale face became slightly flushed at this time because of anger.

The black shadow was very fast, and it was still far away a moment ago, and the people of the demon clan blinked their eyes, and found that this black shadow jumped forward several zhang distance, and after blinking a few times, this black shadow came to the bottom of the pear tree, looked at the carefree monk, and began to laugh wildly.

"Eighteen years, you have been chasing my distance, I have been avoiding, do you think it is fear? Actually, no, I want to keep your life and let you continue to live under boundless guilt and pain. The black shadow looked at the carefree monk not far away, and said in a dark voice: "Do you think that if you change your name to the carefree monk, you can really be worry-free? Over the years, you will wake up in the middle of the night every day, right? You want to die so simply today? Do you still want to die here? Where is there such a simple thing in this world?"

The black shadow is the Netherworld Ghost, but I didn't expect this killer of the Blood Hell Wasteland to actually have an intersection with the carefree monk.

Monk Sanssouci looked at the Netherworld Ghost and said slowly: "After so many years, it no longer makes sense who is right and who is wrong, the important thing is that I am about to be with her." ”

After saying this, the carefree monk turned his head to look at the white clouds under his feet, and it was from here that she jumped back then.

The ghost suddenly flew towards the monk of Sanssouci, this time suddenly, coupled with the fact that the monk was close to running out of oil, it was not surprising that the ghost of the ghost grabbed the clothes on his chest, and the ghost of the ghost turned around, and threw the monk Sanssouci behind him, the monk was far away, flew straight back, and then hit the trunk of the pear tree hard, and then slid softly to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"If you want to die so easily, if you want to die with her, where can there be such a cheap thing in this world?" ”

Monk Sanssouci looked at the ghostly ghost hidden under the black clothes not far away, looked at the pair of yellow and clear vicious eyes, and showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "What can I do if I am separated from her by thousands of miles? As early as many years ago, my heart and her heart have been firmly connected. ”

Hearing this, the Netherworld began to go crazy, and screamed in pain, "Impossible, impossible, she loves me, not you." ”

Monk Sanssouci closed his eyes gently, and when he heard the words of the ghostly ghost, he didn't argue, but the corners of his mouth rose, obviously very disdainful of his words.

The Nether Ghost quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped Monk Sanssouci in the face, then pinched Monk Sanssoucino's mouth and fed Monk Sanssouci a red pill.

This pill goes down the stomach. The originally pale face of the carefree monk suddenly showed a hint of ruddy, and the rapidly passing life on his body gradually slowed down. The wound also stopped bleeding. The carefree monk looked at the Netherworld Ghost and said with a smile: "The Sansheng Pill is such a precious pill. I'm willing to let me take it, you know, there's only one left in the entire Blood Hell Wasteland......"

"I'm going to keep your life, and then let you be tortured, so simply let you die, where can I eliminate the hatred of you in my heart?" looked at the carefree monk, gritted his teeth, and said coldly.

Seeing these two people saying something here that they didn't understand, these elites of the Demon Continent didn't move. It wasn't that they were captured by the Nether's momentum, but that they saw the token that Nether shook at them.

That token represents the high authority of the Demon Army, even they, after seeing the owner of this token, need to obey the orders of the owner of this token.

The carefree monk obviously didn't have the idea of letting these elites continue to watch the show here, and after showing the token in his hand, he said slowly to these elites: "You all go down the mountain and arrive at White Horse City to meet those boys of the Bai family." Then follow the next step. The Bloodhell Wasteland is not as simple as you think. ”

Seeing the token in the hand of the Netherworld, the faces of these people changed slightly, and then they saluted the Netherworld. He left silently.

It was only at this time that the Netherworld Ghost set his eyes on the carefree monk who had fallen to the ground. Then he walked slowly towards the carefree monk, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in his hand at some point.

The dagger stretched forward and slowly slashed down from the head of the carefree monk. A long streak of blood began on the top of the monk's head and snaked down his forehead and face. Blood quickly flowed from the wound, and the originally handsome face of the carefree monk suddenly became a little hideous.

"Why? I'm better than you, in terms of hard work, I'm harder than you, in terms of sincerity, I can't wait to give all the beautiful things in the world to the little sister, but for what they choose is you? The master chooses you, and the little sister chooses you, don't you just have a handsome face? So, today, I destroyed it with my own hands, although it was a little late, but I still enjoyed it very much. The ghost said faintly.

The pitch-black dagger was like this, slowly, slowly, and again and again from the face of the carefree monk, and after a while, one of the faces of the carefree monk was full of bloodstains, and the bright red blood continued to flow out of the face, blurring the eyes of the carefree monk, but the carefree monk was like this, quietly looking at the ghost, not sad or happy, and even anger could not be seen. As if the face crossed by the ghost was not his own.

"No matter how you prove yourself, from beginning to end, you are a loser, although you are a senior brother, but you live in my shadow all your days, all the things you have worked hard to get but can't get, I will get it effortlessly when you come to me, you are a complete failure, in the end there is nothing, except for your resentment that spreads to the deepest depths of the sky. The carefree monk said slowly: "Even if you kill me, you can't change the fact that the master wanted to abolish your martial arts and expel you from the master, nor can you change the fact that the little junior sister loves me deeply, and you can't change the fact that you are born so ugly." ”

"Who said I was ugly?!" the ghost roared like a cat with its tail stepped on, and then, with a sudden tear, tore the black cloth that had been covering his head for an unknown amount of time.

Under the black cloth, there is a delicate and handsome face, because there is no sunlight all year round, it looks a little sickly pale, but even this paleness cannot change the fact that this face is handsome and abnormal, but makes this face add a lot of strange beauty in the air.

If you look closely, this face is a little similar to Monk Sanssouci, except for those yellow and clear eyes.

After seeing this face, the carefree monk finally had a trace of astonishment, but after being stunned, he suddenly realized, and then began to laugh and laugh, laughing breathlessly, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.

The ghost looked at the carefree monk who was laughing wildly, and said word by word: "Who said I was ugly? Where am I ugly? I'm not ugly now!"

The carefree monk looked at this face and said, "Why don't you change your eyeballs when you change your skin?"

At this time, the ghost ghost seemed to have been exposed to something, and said frantically: "You are talking nonsense. I didn't change my face, I was meant to be like this. ”

A mocking smile appeared on the face of the carefree monk: "The corners of your eyes are pulled down." The two eyes are not the same size, and there is a large mole with green fur on the face. The teeth are uneven, the nose is collapsed and sunken, and the mouth is protruding. ”

"Don't say it!" The ghost couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and the dagger stretched forward, slashing at the face of the carefree monk again.

Immediately, the Netherworld Ghost slowly regained his composure, looked at the carefree monk, and said slowly: "Even if I am what you say, but what is the point of that? You are the ugly and hateful, but I am the one who is handsome and merry. ”

The carefree monk who had long had a bloody face looked at the face of the Netherworld Ghost, and there was a mocking meaning in his eyes: "Yes, what's the point of that? The little junior sister is dead, what's the point of everything?"

This sentence, as if there was a thousand powers, slammed into the ears of the Nether, and then the Nether's face began to distort. Huang Chengcheng's eyes also began to reveal a crazy and tyrannical murderous aura: "Some things are destined to be meaningless, but they also need to be done, not to be done." Thoughts don't get through, and they always hide blocks in their hearts. Let's say, torment you. Then kill you, and scatter your ashes into the endless ocean to the east. These things don't make sense. But I'm going to do it anyway. ”

After saying this, the ghost sent the black dagger forward. It was about to stab into the eyes of the carefree monk.

"Aren't your eyes pretty, and if they are gouged out, they will become even better?" said a nervous smile on the ghost's pale face.

The pitch-black dagger was about to stab at Monk Sanssouci's eyes, looking at the dagger dripping blood that was getting closer and closer, Monk Sanssouci sighed, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Just as the dagger of the Netherworld was about to pierce the eye of Sanssouci Monk, neither of them noticed that in the air behind them, there was a very shallow ripple, and a slender knife poked out of the air, and then pierced into the back of the Netherworld.

After the long knife pierced into the back of the ghost, the ghost screamed, and the whole person turned into a gray shadow, flying straight towards the sky, where would the prepared big black give the ghost this opportunity, let go of the handle of the Qianniu knife inserted into the body of the ghost, the iron rod in my hand, towards the head of the ghost ghost.

The head of the Netherworld Ghost was a little deformed by this smash, but it still flew upside down with the power of this smash, and at this time, the step was extremely fast and rushed out from not far away, and the Age Knife cut out a gray knife shadow, and slashed towards the neck of the Netherworld Ghost.

The Nether's reaction was not fast, but it was still slashed by Bu Li, and the blade slashed deep through the back of the Nether's neck, drawing a bloody line in the air.

The Netherworld staggered to the ground, stepped away from the meeting with Dahei, and looked at the Netherworld Ghost not far away with a wary face.

The ghost ghost had a thousand ox knife stuck in his back, his head was slightly deformed under the big black smash, and the wound left by the time knife was spraying blood on his neck.

The Netherghost let out a desperate howl, and then ran in the direction where the big black was, and the wound left by the Knife of Time was cracked, and the Nether's head hung upside down from its neck, forming a strange angle with its body, and its head hung upside down on its body, and the scene in the field was strange and abnormal.

The Netherworld had not taken a few steps before falling to the ground, and then, with trembling hands, put his head back in place, one hand holding it in place, and the other hand crawling in the direction of the stone beam.

Seeing that the Netherworld Ghost was no longer alive, he walked away from the big black and looked at the Netherworld Ghost who was constantly struggling on the ground, and stood silently in place, silent.

The ghost ghost was like this, crawling and crawling, until he reached the edge of the stone beam, and then looked back, his eyes did not look at the big black who attacked him, but at the carefree monk, his eyes flashed with a light like might, and then, with his head down, he fell into the abyss under the stone beam.

Even if I die, I will die with her, this is the last thought of the ghost at the end of his life.

After cooking the Netherworld Ghost Wizard cleanly, Buli and Da Hei also breathed a long sigh of relief, the battle just now, although it was only a few breaths in the world, but only the two of them knew the Dao, and the two of them had done their best in these simple rounds.

This ghost is really not simple. Da Heibu thought like this at this time. Therefore, he gave this strong man the right to choose the last in his life, and let him fall into the abyss.

Although this choice, this kind of right seems a bit literary and boring, but Bu Li doesn't think so. A strong man deserves respect because he has worked hard enough in his life. Life is so hard, so when he dies, let him be respected, this is the way it should be, especially if he can do this.

Da Hei looked at the falling figure of the Netherworld Ghost, let out a long breath, and said to Buli: "Buli." ”

"Huh?"

"You and I won't have such a day. Dahei asked

"Who knows. Buli didn't scold Dahei, but sighed and said.

"Little Xian'er doesn't know where to go, I just feel uncomfortable doing these things every day. Da Hei looked at Bu Li in confusion.

Bu Li looked at the rain and fog, and was also slightly confused, faintly panicked. (To be continued......)