Chihong looked at the tattered young man kneeling in front of him. ”

Because for the first time in hundreds of years, he saw that a young man like him, Chihong was interested in her.

The young man kept kneeling in front of Chihong like that, and kept kowtowing. ”

Chihong saw it, and it also felt the belief in the young man's heart, and at that moment, Chihong wanted to hear the story of this young man, because it felt that this young man was likely to be the person she had been waiting for. ”

How long the young man has been knocking, the young man doesn't know, Chihong doesn't know, the only thing that knows between them is only one point.

The young man gradually lost his sense of pain, and Chihong just felt that a long time had passed.

Finally, the young man slowly raised his head, and at this time Chihong saw his appearance clearly.

It was a handsome face, although at this time he was muddy and the blood that kept flowing from his forehead, so that Chihong couldn't see his face clearly.

But Chihong can still feel that he must be a handsome person.

The young man knelt in front of Chihong like that, stretched out his hand, hugged Chihong to his chest, and slowly opened his mouth to tell his story. ”

The young man was a troubled little prince who had lived happily with his father, the emperor and his mother.

They embraced their people, and even though their territory was not particularly large, they were still happy.

Until one day, the arrival of the monarch of another country completely shattered their beauty.

That guy, carrying a blood-stained sword, slaughtered their people sword after sword.

Even in the end, he saw with his own eyes the heads of his father and queen mother, and at that moment, they didn't even let out any screams of pain, and in an instant, the heads were separated.

The young man was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe it, there was a family member who was talking and laughing, but in an instant, he died in front of him.

The young man slowly looked up at the inhuman bastard.

There he was smiling uncontrollably, his hands were full of blood, and his feet were full of corpses.

At this time, he is like a beast that exterminates humanity, biting these kind and innocent human beings.

But there was nothing the young man could do, he couldn't do it, he couldn't avenge his father and mother.

So, he watched with his own eyes that his last relative was directly pierced through the chest by the sword of sin and fell into his arms.

It was his sister, who was only seven years old.

But the crowd, without any mercy, laughed, laughed loudly, laughed so excitedly.

But to the ears of the young people, those are the roar of the devil, and those are terrible ghosts who are asking for their lives.

The young man was thrown directly into the pile of corpses as high as a hill.

The last thing he saw was the torches thrown by the beasts.

The young man was desperate, he closed his eyes, and he was also ready to let this fire take his life.

The fire burned for seven days and seven nights, with a radius of several hundred kilometers, and all of them became a sea of fire.

Finally, on the night of the eighth day, in a pitch-black mountain, a pitch-black hand suddenly stretched out from the mountain.

The young man survived, and of course, he was the only one who survived.

And this small black hill is the trace left after the corpse was burned.

Chihong was like that, held in the arms of the young man, quietly listening to him tell the story. ”

Chihong felt it, he felt the young man's fiery heart, and it knew that this young man had touched him.

The young man continued to tell his story.

He survived, but everyone died, and from that time on, there was only one obsession in the young man's heart, and that was revenge.

But with his own strength, it is not easy to get revenge.

So he thought of the story his father told him when he was a child, he thought of Chihong, and he thought of this scrap metal.

He wanted to try to see if the legend was true or not.

"At this time, Chihong's body is full of young people's tears, as well as his blood!"

The young man knelt in front of Chihong like that, pleading over and over again, telling over and over again.

Finally, Chihong was moved by him.

It looked at the young man, and finally made up its mind that it would turn into a sword in his hand to help him accomplish his mission.

As a result, Chihong began to slowly radiate light, and all this was naturally seen by young people.

The young man looked at the suddenly glowing Red Rainbow Sword and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

But soon, he slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Red Rainbow Sword.

In this way, the Red Rainbow Sword was slowly pulled out of the dirt.

I saw that the red light suddenly flashed, and a powerful spiritual power came out of the sword body and spread towards the surroundings.

At the same time, heaven and earth moved.

The rain gradually stopped, and the sky gradually brightened!

That night, Chihong gave herself to him, and that night, everyone noticed the light.

Someone thinks of that legend, that legend about the red rainbow.

The next day, some nearby villagers came to the mountain together, but at this time, only the empty mountain, Chi Hongjian and the young man, were nowhere to be found.

And not long after that day, a brave rebel army suddenly appeared in people's field of vision.

There were probably a few thousand people in that rebel army, and they were led by a handsome middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in gold armor, wore a golden crown, and stepped on golden boots! And under his seat was a war horse like a fiery war.

But the most eye-catching thing is the sword hanging from the man's waist.

The sword was red all over, and on the scabbard, there were several eye-sized rubies.

The rebels fought bravely, and soon, they expanded their territory and became famous.

And the leader of the rebel army, with the support of everyone, sat on the throne that belonged to the emperor.

He is the emperor!

On the day he ascended the throne, Chihong still hung on his waist.

The young man was happy, and Chihong was happy for him.

That night, the young man was drunk and unconscious, but Chihong was still lying in his arms and accompanied him all the time.

That night, Chihong heard the young man's dream talk.

He said in his dream: "Father, mother, little sister, rest assured, I will definitely avenge you, I will definitely cut off his head with my own hands and pay tribute to your soul in heaven." ”

Chihong heard it, and it would definitely cut off everyone in front of him in order to fulfill the young man's wish.

Finally, the day soon came.

The young man stormed the man's palace, and it was at this time that Chihong saw the young man's enemy.

The young man moved, and he took the red rainbow directly into the palace from the periphery of the palace, and finally, he stood in front of the man.

The young man cut off their heads in front of the man, sword after sword, and threw them in front of the man.

At that moment, the young man burst into tears, and with all his strength, he waved a red rainbow and cut off the head of his father's killer.

Chihong thought that this was the end of it, the man had taken revenge, and it was time for him to stop.

However, the young man stepped on the man's corpse and said coldly:

"It was decreed that all those in the city, men, women, and children, should be killed, and not one should be left behind. ”

At that moment, Chihong didn't understand a little, he had obviously taken revenge, but why, he still refused to let go of the others.

But despite this, Chihong still didn't say a word, because it thought that that person had treated him like this before, and he was just taking revenge today.

However, Chihong was wrong, and after that day, the young man suddenly seemed to be a different person, and he began to like killing.

He had changed, he had become a little stranger to Chihong, he had become so unlike him.

The man began to burn the flames of war elsewhere, and he began to become a murderous demon without blinking.

Everywhere he went, he slaughtered the whole city!

Seeing him like this, Chihong suddenly thought of the last words that the man said before he died.

"Revenge, don't give yourself a reason, you know better than anyone else that all you want is the thrill of killing. ”

Chihong was confused, that was the first time it felt confused, and it was even questioning itself, was this choice right?

That night, when the man gave the order again, he slaughtered the whole city.

Chihong no longer wanted to stab those innocent people, their chests.

At that moment, Chihong knew that it had to make a choice, and it wanted to put an end to it all.

And there is only one way to do this, and that is to kill him and end it all with your own hands.

That night, Chihong stabbed the sword directly through his chest.

It's finally over, he's dead, and Chihong is a piece of scrap metal.

"He has embarked on the road of no return by himself, and so is this Red Rainbow Sword, how can he choose to fade his light forever for someone like him. "After the story of Long Jian was finished, Long Haotian was a little incomprehensible.

Seeing Long Haotian's confused face, Long Jian didn't explain too much.

He just looked at Long Haotian for a long time, and slowly spoke: "The same is true of Long Yin, he recognizes you as the master, but if one day, you lose yourself, then Long Yin will also leave you, of course, there are only a few spiritual weapons that can do the same as Chihong." ”

Long Haotian nodded: "Don't worry, I'm different from that guy, besides..." Speaking of this, Long Haotian suddenly paused and continued in a very affirmative voice: "In case I don't look like me one day, I won't be able to tolerate myself without anyone else doing it." ”

Long Jian smiled and nodded: "You tendon, you really don't play cards according to common sense!"

Hearing Long Jian say this, Long Haotian didn't refute it, but just continued to ask: "By the way, you haven't said it yet, how can you be like you, you don't have to speak, you can be free." ”

"It's simple, this is enough. As he spoke, Long Jian stretched out his finger and pointed to his head.

Seeing that Long Jian was so unserious, Long Haotian didn't bother to ask him again, because of the answer, he probably guessed some of them.

"By the way, Long Jian, there is one thing I don't understand, why did Chihong choose to die with that person in the end?"

Hearing Long Haotian's question, Long Jian sighed and said lightly: "There is no reason, because Chihong is originally a female sword!"

"Female sword?" Speaking of this, Long Haotian seemed to suddenly think of something, looked up at Long Jian with a shocked face, and said in surprise: "Do you mean it, Chihong It..."

Long Jian nodded: "Yes, Chihong fell in love with that person, from the first time I saw that person, when that person held Chihong in his arms, it was impossible for Chihong to leave him." ”

"Life or death!"