The world of Xiao Tears and Blood is rarely understood by others, because he is a bloody man.

In this world, bloody men know how to endure, no matter how much grievance they feel in their hearts, their faces are always strong.

Because they have not forgotten their responsibilities as a man.

So sometimes men are actually very tired and tired, but they don't want to talk about it.

Xiao Tear didn't say anything at the moment, he really hoped that this person could take the initiative to stand up, after all, this was a person he knew.

But he still didn't want this man to stand up, because his heart could no longer withstand the betrayal of his friends.

In this life, people may experience countless betrayals from friends, but whose heart can endure such a thing? No one, no one can accept the betrayal of friends.

This is the greatest sorrow of life.

Men can bleed, but not tears.

The tears that flow can only be in the heart, and the tears dissolve in the blood, which will be even more sad.

Shopkeeper Yang stopped talking, of course he wouldn't touch the scars in Xiao Tear's heart for the sake of such a person.

Man Dajiang smiled and said: "The name of the ghost king, I have heard it for a long time, and I can't imagine that the ghost king that everyone is afraid of is also a bodhisattva, are you willing to forgive this person?"

Xiao Tear did not speak.

Man Dajiang sighed and said, "Since the two of you are unwilling to investigate his fault, such a matter has to be handled by me." ”

At this time, Xiao suddenly said: "When everyone is wrong, why do you have to investigate and understand? Maybe one day I will make a mistake, but I don't know who will come to forgive me?"

Xiao raised his head with tears and walked into the inn, his steps were steady, but as soon as he walked through, two lines of deep footprints immediately appeared on the ground.

Direct access to the inn.

Man Dajiang wanted to say another word, but when he saw the footprints left on the ground, he couldn't help but shut his mouth.

He could see from the footprints on the ground that Xiao tears and blood pressed all the pain in his heart on his feet.

A man's hands are clenched into fists when they are in pain, and anger manifests on his face.

However, the foot is different, it can not only support the strong body of the man, but also allow the man to vent the dissatisfaction and pain in his heart.

Of course, this is very different from women, who will stomp their feet when their hearts are particularly painful, as if their feet have a great hatred for the land.

They really hope that the person who steps under their feet when their hearts ache is a man, and first of all, this man must have enough reason to be afraid of his wife.

All eyes remained on the footprints, only no one stood up.

So Yang waved his hand, and the men who came from outside the inn flashed in and began to clean the tables outside the inn, but none of them spoke.

No one asked anyone outside the inn if they would like to go to the moon tonight?

No one outside the inn complained, and no one asked the shopkeeper Yang, and people consciously walked into the inn to find their own guest rooms.

The men quickly cleaned up the tables and stools, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Soon only the moon in the sky was left outside the inn, and it was windy.

The wind blew the big lantern outside the inn as it pleased, and this silent night could only belong to it.

Let it blow until dawn, but when it dawns, the moon is still there, but not as bright as it is at night.

Outside the originally quiet inn, a group of people came, and the leader was the living dead.

His face was pale, as if admiring the moon for one night, and did not go to sleep.

Of course, this is certainly not a fact.

The living dead is a great living man, he is not a dead man.

Just as it was just dawn, he brought with him a dead man.

The man was lying outside the inn, his lower half covered with a blanket.

A very sharp sword had pierced through his chest, and the blood had already coagulated.

Everyone who walked out of the inn couldn't help but be surprised when they saw him.

Even if someone who has not seen him sees the sword wound in his chest, the first thing that comes to mind is not this person, but the person who can kill him.

Because this person is Murong Jun, there are not many martial arts people like him in the rivers and lakes.

Even Li Qing, at the moment of his shot, he had to take it seriously.

He was wounded, and his wounded hand was pierced by a lonely sword.

Who would kill Murong Jun, who was already injured?

Li Qing, who walked out of the inn, wanted to know.

Since Lonely didn't choose to kill him, but only pierced his wrist with a sword, Lonely had no reason to hunt him down again.

But at this time the loneliness is not here, he has been gone for a long time, and there is no one to explain for him.

Li Qing was not the only one who walked out of the inn, but the moment Li Qing walked out, the living dead standing looked at him with strange eyes.

The strange look made Li Qing feel very awkward, but he couldn't speak, because here, everyone knew that his sword was the fastest.

Murong Jun is not an ordinary person, he can penetrate his heart with a sword, and the person who uses the sword must not only be fast, but also accurate.

A sword pierces the heart, and red is left under the sword.

Li Qing silently looked at the dead Murong Jun, this was a young life, but when he shouldn't have left, he was already gone.

Is it for love, or for hatred?

Because this is the rivers and lakes,

People who walk into the rivers and lakes have no way to choose their own life and death, because they always live for others.

For the first time, Li Qing felt that everything was so sad.

"You stayed in the inn last night?" the living dead asked in the first sentence when he saw Li Qing.

Li Qing nodded.

"Your sword is fast?" asked the living dead again.

Li Qing did not deny it.

"Who can testify for you?" said the living dead.

Li Qing still didn't speak, there was only one person who could testify, she stayed in the room and didn't come out, but Li Qing couldn't say his name.

Because she is her own woman, if a man uses his own woman to testify for himself, Li Qing understands that the living dead will definitely not believe it.

Not only will he not believe it, but he will not believe such a reason.

"Because he took your sword, you were angry, and you killed Murong Jun, who was already wounded, in the darkness of the night. The cold words of the living dead made Li Qing unable to defend himself.

Although this statement is bizarre.

"I believe in you very much, when the fairy disappeared, I didn't doubt you, just because you are Li Qing, but Murong Jun is dead, I have to think like this. The living dead looked down at Murong Jun's sword wound.

"Do you think only I can do it?" Li Qingdao.

"You told me that the Shadow is dead, and that you are the only one who can kill him. "The living dead are humane.

"But I don't have a sword in my hand, my sword is in his hand. Li Qing was helpless, he knew that this was not a good reason.

Sure enough, the living dead sneered and said, "Your sword is indeed in his hand, but you are Li Qing, you have enough reasons and methods to do it." ”

The living dead stared at Li Qing's hand, as if he had seen a sword at this moment.

This sword was once owned only by Li Qing.

Li Qing smiled bitterly and said; Even I have a good reason, but he's not a fool, and since he's left the inn, he ought to know that the farther he goes, the better. ”

"Maybe he knew too much, he wanted to go far, but someone kept him and killed him. "The living dead are stubborn.

"Do you see that his wound was not stabbed by a sword?" Li Qing shook his head helplessly, he was reluctant to answer the question of the living dead.

No matter how you explain such a problem, misunderstandings have already begun to arise, and superfluous explanations can only lead to greater misunderstandings.

The living dead standing had a cold gaze, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Although the swordsman has no sword in his hand, he is still a swordsman, I understand it very well. ”

Li Qing couldn't help but look at his empty right arm, if this arm was there, it would definitely hold a sword, a sharp sword.

In his eyes, Li Qing found that this person seemed to know a lot about swords, he could crack the sword of the Tian Gang Master, he had to understand the sword.

Although the sword is ruthless, people have hearts.

Seeing Li Qing looking at him with suspicion, the living dead opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the person closed his mouth again, and Li Qing heard a voice at this time.

It was a familiar sound, the pathfinder pole was pounding on the ground, and when it fell, there were no footsteps, only the sigh of people.

"Now that we have chosen to let go of our past grievances, why should you bring up the past. The blind man walked out slowly, and Li Qing was puzzled by his words.

"Have you ever put it down?" the gaze of the living dead seemed grim.

"She doesn't like me to be blind, would she like a one-armed man?" The blind man walked out of the inn, his footsteps walked to Murong Jun's corpse, and suddenly stopped, as if he could see this person.

The living dead do not speak.

The blind man paused and then said, "From the moment you spoke, I could tell that you did not put down the sword in your hand, and you may not be able to do it. ”

The living dead stared at the blind man for a long time, and said, "I said it just now, but since you mentioned it, the sword in your heart has not been put down. ”

The blind man was an optimistic man, and he smiled and said, "People like us are always trapped by love, so what can we do if we put down our swords?"

The living dead's brows moved for a long time, maybe he wanted to refute this sentence, but the words he said were different, "Can you see his sword wound?"

The blind man turned his head to Li Qing and said, "His wrist was injured by a lonely sword, everyone has seen it, but the sword that pierced his chest is not the sword of the young master." ”

Li Qing was stunned in his heart, the blind man's eyes seemed to be open, and every word he said was very reasonable.

The living dead said in disbelief, "Why do you say it's not his sword?"

Li Qing heard the blind man sigh for the first time, and the blind man sighed softly: "This is the secret of the Young Master Sword, many people just think that it is a fast sword, but it also has a secret, few people know." ”

"What secret?" asked the living dead at once.

"Not many people know this secret, but I know it. The blind man said

The eyes of the living dead looked at Li Qing, such a secret must be known among the living, because he is the master of this sword.

If even Li Qing couldn't explain this secret, who would believe every word he said at the moment, of course no one would believe it.

Li Qing silently looked at the blind man and the living dead, this was the secret of the Mo Evil Sword, he knew that this was a very magical sword, it was sharper than any sword.

But he did not know the second secret of the sword.