Selfishness is an innate ability of every person, but some people reveal it too obviously, while others hide it deeply. Money, power, women, can make a person very selfish and unscrupulous for his own selfish desires. Some people live for their own selfish desires, and they will not consider others in order to achieve their goals.

And some people live for the sake of others, because in front of certain things, the people around him are more important to him, and for these people, he can even give up himself. Perhaps, he has just not reached the moment to bring out that selfishness in his heart, at least not yet. In the middle of the rivers and lakes, it is not easy to live.

Heavy rain poured down from the nine heavens, soaking the earth, flooding the streets beneath their feet and drenching people's clothes. The sudden downpour made everyone shiver. Because the rain came too quickly and too quickly.

Unintentionally looked at the black-clothed people who rushed up through the rain curtain, looked at the weapons they were waving in their hands, the slightly messy footsteps, and the splashing rain, slowly put away his smile, pursed his lips tightly, and held the knife in his hand hard, his eyes were very calm, calm without a trace of emotion.

He wants to kill, he really wants to kill, because he hates the enemy the most for hurting the people around him, even if there are countless knives on his neck, he feels that there is nothing, the big deal is death, because he originally walked a road that passed today and did not know tomorrow, but he was most taboo for the enemy to hurt the people around him in front of him, once upon a time, now and in the future, if there is a future.

At this moment, he moved, without hesitation, like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, unscrupulously rushed into the black-clothed crowd, fighting frantically, catharsis, as if he wanted to release all the hatred and exhaustion that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

The unintentionality at this moment is something that Lin Xuan has never seen, there is no calmness in the past, and he has lost the coldness that usually does not move in the wind and rain, but has become hideous and terrifying, tearing everything apart and destroying everything. But she suddenly felt that her heartlessness at the moment looked so lonely, lonely and a little cruel.

The red light flashed, and people kept falling, and some people kept pounced, but in the blink of an eye, they said goodbye to this world, and they didn't even have a chance to regret it, so they could only watch their flesh and blood fly, and feel their last breath swallowed, until their bodies were cold, lying in the cold rain, and letting the blood in their bodies disappear with the constantly flowing rain.

He unintentionally drew the knife, and he drew the knife from the beginning, because he wanted to kill, he just wanted to kill.

When the man in black who took the lead saw a flash of red light in front of him, he regretted that he had underestimated the enemy too much, and regretted that he was the first to rush up. However, it was too late, because the unintentional knife had already slashed into his body, cutting off the only glimmer of hope for life, and his knife had already been broken into two before half of it was wielded. His knife is still too slow. As the spurting blood and the rain intertwined, he closed his eyes and slowly collapsed.

I don't know how long it took, but the shouting and killing finally stopped, and I could no longer hear the sound of gold and iron, and I could no longer see the crowd moving left and right. The men in black have all fallen, none of them are alive, all of them are killed with one knife, but there is more than one knife mark on each corpse, what kind of hatred is this, so that a person can make up for a knife on the corpse of the enemy who has been killed but has not yet fallen to the ground, two knives......

The two remaining black-clothed men holding Lin Xuan were stupid, no one had ever told them that their target this time was a madman who killed people like cutting grass. Their legs were shaking, their hearts were shaking, and they wished that there would be an extra crack in the ground at this moment, so that they could hide in it, run away, and never see the death-like man standing on the opposite side again.

At this moment, Wuxin, with his head down, holding the knife that he didn't know how many times he had swung out, stood in the pile of corpses all over the ground, his body trembling. He was trembling too, but not because of fear, maybe it was excitement, maybe it was an inexplicable excitement. But now he is so terrible, there was no one else before. His knife, exposed to the rain, was washed by the rain, but it couldn't wash away the already bloody color, but it made it look sharper.

Lin Xuan looked at the god-like man in front of her, and at this moment, she finally understood that the person in front of her, who was always unsmiling, was no longer the man with a knife as people rumored, but a man, a lonely man who stood up to the sky and ignored any powerful enemy.

Lin Xuan cried, and the two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down their cheeks, mixed into the layer of rain covering their faces, but they also flowed into their hearts. At this moment, she wanted to rush forward and hug him tightly.

At this moment, a panicked shout suddenly came: "Don't come here, if you get close to me, I'll kill her!" The two people who were originally just holding Lin Xuan retreated back in panic at this time, and the weapon in their hands was on Lin Xuan's neck, because Wuxin was slowly walking towards them. But there was no way back for them to retreat, because there was no other way but the cold wall behind them.

Wuxin slowly raised his head, his eyes were red again, red like crimson blood, red and terrifying, as if from his eyes, all he could see was death. He didn't stop, he continued to move forward slowly, as if he couldn't hear the threat of the dying struggle of the man in black.

The man in black shouted desperately, threatening the person on the other side, who was slowly approaching, and even they couldn't hear what was going on. Their hands were shaking, and they didn't know if they would have the courage to swing what could be the last knife of their lives. Due to trembling, Lin Xuan's neck had been cut by the blade of the knife, and a trace of blood flowed out, but in the blink of an eye, it was washed away by the drifting heavy rain.

At this moment, suddenly a figure flashed! Unintentionally rushed over like lightning, and without waiting for the man in black with the knife to react, he had already cut the throat of the man with a knife, and then flew out with a kick, and the other man in black next to him flew out, slammed into the wall, and fell to the ground again, struggling, wailing.

After making sure that Lin Xuan was okay, Wuxin didn't look at the black-clothed man who had already fallen to the side and threatened Lin Xuan with a knife just now, and slowly walked in front of the black-clothed man who was kicked away by him, staring at him coldly.

"Don't... Don't kill me... Beg... Beg... You..."The man in black raised his head with difficulty, struggled to look at Wuxin and said, his eyes were full of pleading, and the whole person trembled more than just now, spitting blood out as he spoke. It seems that Wuxin's kick just now is indeed powerful, and it is a blessing that the man in black will not die.

"Go back and tell the man who sent you to come at me if he wants to kill me, and don't hurt anyone around me again, or I'll let him watch me kill everyone around him, and then slash him alive with a knife. Wuxin looked at the man in black in front of him who only had half a life left, and said coldly, as if he was squeezed out of his mouth word by word.

As if he had heard the greatest surprise ever, the man in black slammed his head on the ground a few times, and then scrambled words of thanks that even he didn't understand, and struggled out of the alley, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment. Looking at his appearance, it's hard to know if he will be able to go back alive.

Wuxin looked at the man in black who was slowly crawling out of the alley, gritting his teeth tightly, his whole body was still trembling, and the knife he had been holding in his hand had forgotten to put away, as if he was still facing a great enemy.

Wuxin already knew where these people came from, and in the process of fighting just now, he saw the blue corners of these people hidden under the black clothes, and he knew the clothes, which were only worn by people with red feathers. He seems to have killed more than one person in Red Feather these days, and every time he experiences something seems to be inseparable from Red Feather, if Red Feather doesn't come to take revenge on him, then it's not Red Feather.

At this moment, someone suddenly hugged Wuxin from behind, and then a heart-wrenching cry was heard. It's Lin Xuan.

I don't know if it's because she once again escaped death under the protection of the terrible man in front of her, or because she seems to see the loneliness that this man hides in the deepest part of her heart, in short, now she wants to hug this man so tightly, and she keeps holding it like this. Tears poured out of his eyes again, mixed with the rain, but soaked Wuxin's already soaked back.

Feeling this tight hug, Wuxin suddenly felt that he was warm, no longer shivering, and his blood-red eyes gradually returned to normal, and he slowly put away the knife. But suddenly he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the blood was not red, but dark red, like bruising. Then the whole person seemed to suddenly lose consciousness, and fell straight backwards.

Lin Xuan, who was behind her, was stunned by this sudden scene, and hurriedly supported Wuxin and shouted Wuxin's name, but at this moment, Wuxin closed her eyes tightly and did not react. The anxious Lin Xuan didn't care about wiping away the tears that were still in the corners of her eyes, she helped Wuxin up hard, and walked out of the alley, anxiously calling out Wuxin's name, a little overwhelmed. I don't know where she got so much strength to lift her paralyzed body up.

After Lang Zhong's diagnosis, Wuxin was not injured, but only due to fatigue and depression. Lin Xuan was relieved, at first she thought that Wuxin had inadvertently been injured during the fight just now.

Lang Zhong found it after Lin Xuan tried hard to help him back to the inn, and the result was quite satisfactory, but it was just a false alarm. It's just that she didn't notice anything unusual in the room, and she didn't know that there had been a contest of disparity in strength here. The body of the man who was inadvertently killed in this room has long since disappeared. It just disappeared into thin air, as if it had never happened.

Lin Xuan looked at Wuxin, who was lying motionless on the bed, and her eyes began to moisten again. She didn't know what kind of heart could make him so depressed, so depressed that he could vomit so much blood, what was he going through, and what was he carrying? She didn't know, she couldn't think of it, she just wanted him to wake up quickly, get better, and return to his original calm and fearless appearance.

The rain is still falling, and it seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and there is no intention of stopping at all. There is no one on the street anymore, and no one wants to walk on the street in such weather, and let the drifting rain become a soup chicken.

But there was a person who was still standing in the rain, looking at the window of an inn in the distance, looking a little worried, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something. In the depths of the alley behind him, there were a pile of corpses, as well as a few broken knives, this was the place where Wuxin fought with Red Feather just now, and among these corpses, there was a very conspicuous corpse, a person who was not dressed in black, but in a coarse cloth dress, it was actually the little second in the inn, it turned out that he was brought here.

And the person standing at the mouth of the alley, although he was wet in the rain, he still couldn't hide the unique temperament on his body. With long flowing hair and fancy clothes, just a folding fan that he carried in his arms and did not open, "Nangong" ......