And seeing that the red light of the blood enchantment that surrounded them had gradually dimmed, and the strange face of the resentful boy was more clear and permeable, Ah Fan was so anxious that he almost cried: "All the time! Help me!" As soon as the words fell, her whole person fell unsteadily towards Sang Wushi.

Sang Wushi hurriedly helped her, the arm that circled her kept tightening, she didn't know what she was thinking in her well-known eyes, she helped Ah Fan up, and the bloody wound on her neck between the two of them couldn't help but hurt, and the blood stained the entire neck, but she didn't even frown.

"Hurry! They'...... I'm coming in!" Ah Fan's crying voice sounded quickly, and his trembling hand handed her the blood-soaked sword, raising his right arm, and kept urging.

There was a slight crackling sound, and it turned out to be a strange child's face that bit through the enchantment and drilled into the head, and then the more dense resentful child snake also wanted to squeeze in.

With a "bang", Sang Wushi's first sword was merciless, Ah Fan's blood gushed out and sprinkled towards the enchantment, and then there was the terrible scream of the complaining child, and the baby brain that was squeezed into it burst instantly, and the black liquid splashed on their faces, ghostly.

The effect of a sword will not last long, and the enchantment will weaken when it is not long.

The second sword, the red sleeves flipped over, the sword fell in his hand, and Ah Fan's blood flowed along the hilt of the sword, and his hands were all over the place.

The third sword, the strength is still fierce, and the sword body is not an inch off.

The fourth sword, the strength is undiminished, the red everywhere, the blood on the hands, the crimson stickiness, the hand holding the sword, finally has a trace of instability.

Ah Fan's body could no longer support it, and he was paralyzed in Sang Wushi's arms. She helped her in blue clothes and blood to sit down slowly, her eyebrows were cold, her eyes were dark, her eyes fell on her hand full of red, and her eyes were a little hollow.

"All the time...... Go on...... I'm not afraid of hurt......" In her ears was Ah Fan's weak voice, under her blood-red arms, the originally white and slender jade hands were dark red at the moment, and the blood beads were still slipping down. But she looked at Sang Wushi's eyes, with a stubbornness, a firmness, and the fear and pain that she hid.

How could it not hurt, this kind of sword grinding pain, Sang Wushi knew best.

She gently hugged Ah Fan's trembling body, and her calm eyes slowly closed......

In the flash of the sword light, the fifth sword ...... Yes, she is Sang Wushi, she should do this.

Sixth Sword ...... She's here to live...... She's right.

Seventh Sword ..... are you too tired, why do your hands tremble like this?

Eighth Sword ...... Yes, I can't let go even if I tremble......

......

In the vast desert, in the dark night, under the strange snakes of the forest, and the blood was all over the ground, Sang stabbed Ah Fan's eight swords all the time, and the knife was fierce but not fatal.

As for the ninth sword, she didn't even have the strength to pick up the sword.

In this world, no one has ever told her which is more important in the face of her own life and the life and death of others, and no one has really taught her what feelings are with practical actions. And in the 5,000 years of life and death, she has come to the present alone, and the people around her who warm her are either short-lived or scheming. Gradually, she understood that feelings are a very tricky thing, everything has a cause and effect, and if you want to really keep someone, you must be sincere, but these hardships of lowering your posture to warm people's hearts are sometimes not exchanged for the same return.

Sang has seen too many things like this from time to time, and has experienced too much.

It's too troublesome to gamble on everything to be good for a person.

Therefore, she would rather be lonely all the time, so that she will not have a soft underbelly, so that she can live openly, so that she can defend her perseverance with confidence. That's it......

Always do the real Sang no time.

But at this moment, looking at the blue clothes stained with blood all over the ground, looking at the hands that were constantly oozing blood, and the dirty and miserable white and weak face, it was Xiaoman's face. The memories in his mind suddenly came flooding over, and when the unfamiliar pain in his heart came again, Sang Wushi removed the mask technique of the woman in his arms, revealing her original appearance. With a skin like snow and a clean face, this is a much more beautiful girl than Xiaoman.

Her name is Ah Li, Xing Moli.

Sang Wushi was a little scared and a little guilty.

She didn't know why this emotion came from, but she felt that it was inexplicable, but it made her uncomfortable.

Closing her eyes, she wanted to try her best to ignore the discomfort in her heart, but gradually the slightest pain in her heart spread to her limbs, and she was so painful that she could barely hold Ah Li.

Sang Wushi is very uncomfortable, he has never been so uncomfortable, the cause of this pain comes from Ah Li, and not only because of her.

She was suddenly uncomfortable,

She's always alone.

I think I am lonely and free, and my heart is like a stubborn stone, but after all, people are not plants.

No one came to save her.

She was forever torn between her own death and the sacrifice of others, and this cruelty was repeated like a curse. is also like Xiaoman's death, like her injury in the Soul Lock Palace, and like, Ah Li's sacrifice.

And the root of all this makes her hurt is because,

She's too weak.

Something is shattering in her heart, and what is boiling and noisy, the inexplicable burning in her heart burns so that Sang Wushi's originally weak body suddenly trembles, her hand falls into the sticky blood sand under her, and the blood droplets that slide down the wet sticky red sleeves sink into the sea of sand. In my ears was the wanton cry of the wind, the countless ridiculous and grotesque screams, and the sound of Ah Li's bloody cracking.

What about being forgotten, and what about being unredeemed?

Then let her redeem herself!

Suddenly, the golden eyes were burning brightly, the flames were flying, and a touch of golden brilliance soared out of the sky, and the golden light covered the sky and the sun, and a breathtaking momentum like gold casting was mighty, but in an instant, thousands of cold and terrifying dark monsters roared in the burning of the sky.

The night of the dark desert was illuminated for a long time, a long time......

However, it is still a strong wind, flying sand and rocks. The quicksand beneath him surged rapidly, flowing like a torrent, but in a moment, it covered the shocking pile of dark red blood.

The sky and the earth seemed to change color suddenly, Sang tried her best to open her eyes, but what she saw was a blurry red, she wiped her eyes desperately, and when she opened them again, it was still so blood-red. When his hand touched his eyes, it was a sticky patch of blood.

Sang stood up in a panic from time to time, and suddenly tripped over the rapidly flowing yellow sand under him, his hands trembled and looked for something, and a faint voice sounded beside her: "All the time...... Your eyes ......" Ah Li struggled to crawl out of the half-buried quicksand, her hand trembled and wanted to hold Sang Wushi's hand tightly, but in a few moments, suddenly the world changed drastically, and an overwhelming dark vortex struck from behind Sang Wushi, and her red figure was already swept into it.

"No!!" Ah Li screamed in despair and horror, and it was,

Nai Lonely Land!