Sang jumped lightly from time to time, and suddenly laughed: "I won't let you succeed, we'll see you in hell." ”

"Do you think everybody is going to hell like you? ”

The lone figure in red gradually disappeared in place, and Weixi's smiling voice gradually drifted away, her swaying black hair pressed against her cold face, but the sarcastic smile on the corner of her lips gradually deepened.

She hates these people's inexplicable feelings, and what she hates even more is that they also brought her.

In the forest that day, she had already sensed that Weixi was there, she knew that she would definitely come, and she knew that she would kill that person in anger. The safety of the little girl and the handle of the future, she chose the latter after weighing it only for a moment. She never felt any regrets or sadness. On the contrary, it is a snickering joy, you see, the immortal clan uses lynching, and sooner or later you will fall.

She knew, always known, what Weixi hated the most.

A long time ago, she saw Weixi whose spiritual power was locked under the ice cellar of the Futu Palace, and at that time her snow-colored skin was without a single blemish, her long hair was scattered, and she was incredibly beautiful. And Wu Wu, who hurriedly tidied up his clothes and half-knelt down, couldn't help but beg for her forgiveness.

This is Weixi's secret, and she will never tell anyone. For the sake of Qirong's reputation, she won't say all this. Even if she spoke, she could still slander her with the sachet she stole from Wushi, and she couldn't explain the origin of the sachet.

Because she couldn't say it.

So she gave up, and she didn't even struggle.

She doesn't hate Weixi, and she doesn't have a deep hatred with her, and she doesn't remember the grievances of the year well, and she can't remember it clearly.

But, if you want to kill someone, do you have to have a reason?

She just hates her and doesn't want her to live.

After staying in the Futu Palace for a long time, she was very indifferent to everything outside, she never felt sad or depressed for what happened to others, and the uncomfortable feeling in her heart began at that time.

When she walked out of the forest indifferently, when she saw the delirious Qianye pressing the girl's shoulder in pain, and asked her in a dumb voice if she had found the lock bridge.

Inexplicably, she began to feel guilty.

There are that kind of strange people in this world who inexplicably come over to warm you up, and then they are fleeting, leaving you with a lot of shame and chagrin.

So for example, as soon as she saw Weixi, she felt a little sorry for Qianye. but

"There's always someone who is going to be unlucky. This is what Chi Shu told her, he said, when you can't do anything about something, if you don't want to kill yourself, go for it......

Destroy all who know about it.

And so she did. If Weixi died, no one would remember this incident anymore. She didn't want to see her, so she remembered it.

Someone has to endure all this malice.

Kind people, it's better to bully.

In the end, Weixi did not resist the eighty heavenly sticks, and ended his hurried life in the sighs of everyone.

It was raining heavily over the Stygian Sea that day, and for some reason, she didn't have the joy of her previous calculations. She wondered what Wei Xi was thinking when she was hung up and looked at the laughing people around her.

She wanted to say to Wei Xi, look, this is the people of the Five Realms who have exchanged their lives for the protection of you immortals, and they are cheering and applauding your death at this moment. What do they know, they don't care about the truth?

She didn't want to be like her.

In the rain that day, she watched the farce, directed by her, end in the way she expected. She felt a very cold gaze, as if penetrating the top of the cold snow-capped mountain and falling on her. She looked up, and what an amazing pair of eyes they were, but they were like a dark dry well, and she couldn't see the abyss or the night at the end. But she knew it must not be moonlight, otherwise there would be no light at all. They stared at each other for a long time, just as when Xiao Man died, they had looked at each other for so long through thousands of noisy crowds. The only difference is that this time she won.

And Yi Ze could only watch weakly.

Because he's such a coward.

......

That night, Sang lay in bed and was drowsy. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of bead curtains in the water hole, and the next moment she realized that she couldn't move. Then, she heard the sound of slow footsteps, raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her, she gritted her teeth and tried to break free of the spiritual power that bound her, but she never worked.

After a long time, I suddenly felt a chill in my arm.

The inferior sword was very bright, and she could even take advantage of the crystal pearl light in the room to reflect her golden eyes.

He was very light, very light, and with an extremely slow speed, he stabbed the sword into her arm.

It was a blood-splattered red, and the pearlescent light that spread to the room seemed to be covered with a strange red veil.

Sang didn't want to scream but couldn't, watching him slowly pick up his sword and stab it little by little into her arm, her chest, and lower abdomen. She seemed to feel the blood flowing in her body, and at that moment she began to fear. Once her body is completely destroyed, she will never come back.

It was already so painful that I couldn't feel it.

"You know it hurts, too. It was a cold, heavy voice like a hellish ghost, with mad hatred.

He stabbed her eighty times and stabbed her eighty holes in her. Then he sat down slowly, staring at her in the crimson of the sky, and for a moment she didn't think of anything, for she didn't know what crazy thing a wolf could do to eat her kind.

He said: "Although this woman has nothing to do with me now, I will also be in pain." You're willing to bear this pain with me, aren't you?"

She seemed to be able to speak and move, but in fact she was powerless to do anything more. But she suddenly opened her mouth, and her faint voice was faintly smiling, "Ah...... I remembered. ”

"I hope you live to avenge me. ”

She laughed, and he laughed.

They all know that they can't kill each other, and they can only suffer more than anyone in endless revenge.

Darkness hit, and she guessed she must be dead, or not.

However, she did not die.

This scourge of hers is really a thousand years old.

Silent Cloud saved her, and I don't know how much hair that kid has to pull out to save her like a bloody person. She looked at his panicked, nervous, worried and scared appearance, and looked at his trembling hands and feet, and she wanted to laugh. But looking at the very transparent and transparent silver-white figure in the air, looking at his extremely cold eyes, as indifferent as the beginning, she suddenly couldn't laugh again.

Most people's hearts are so complex and contradictory, and they always comfort themselves that it's good to be alone, but when the people around you don't help you, you will always be sad and pretentious. For Zimo, she is probably like this.

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