Slowly raising the pair of eyes full of black light, the little beggar was like a stagnant water, and there were ripples in his eyes. It was dark, and it was not clear where the pupils were focused, but there was a deep sadness in the depths of the eyes.

The surrounding gray shadows suddenly rushed towards the little beggar, and the blood-colored figure carrying the pheasant did not move, but quietly looked at the sloppy old man who was crowded in the crowd but could see it at a glance, and then was gradually torn apart by the crowd and exploded.

When the little beggar was turned into a blood mist in the sky, and the sky and earth returned to an empty and bloody color, the black light that gathered around him and re-condensed into his body seemed to be a little deeper, and became more and more cold.

The blood-colored world was even redder, and in the uninhabited wilderness, there was a gloomy cold wind rolling up, blowing the little beggar's blood-colored robe into a hunting sound, adding a bit of demonism.

The first light of the empty sky and the earth began to flicker again, but the little beggar was in a hurry this time, and he had not yet figured out how to face the old flower, although he knew that it was not true.

But is there a difference between what is true and what is false? Even if it is clear that it is false, it is not false to be heartbroken when you kill those who have had many links in your own life under your own sword.

He has seen such a scene in the book, the so-called inner demons, with the false and the true, if the past is broken, it is the great avenue.

However, the scene of Dengxiantai is performed with such clumsy acting skills, and even those familiar figures don't have much action, just just stand and let you kill. But it is often precisely in this way that it is even more powerless and painful.

The black light in his eyes burst out, and the little beggar rushed over when he lifted the pheasant. What can't be avoided must be faced after all.

It's the old call for flowers again, and a large number of gray shadows are submerged, and the little beggar who has spit out a lot of blood and lacks a lot of flesh still keeps waving the sword in his hand, but he doesn't dare to look at the figure standing and looking at him.

was chopped up by the crowd again, and the little beggar looked at the old flower for the last time, and the two eyes looked at each other, which made her feel distressed. He is willing to laugh and dare to laugh in the face of Qingzhu, but when he faces the old flower, he really can't laugh, and the emotional accumulation of more than ten years is always different!

Again and again, and again, the blood mist in the sky exploded and exploded, and the black light attracted by the shattering body became more and more, until when facing that figure, the ripples in his eyes gradually faded.

When the first sword was stabbed out and the nourishment of the killing was felt, the end seemed to be doomed, but it was only a matter of time.

That blood-colored sky dome carries the dirtiest color in the depths of human nature, and it constantly stimulates the greed in the heart and magnifies it. As a soft sword, Pheasant Gui was about to dye the most painful killing in the world, how could this choice be ordinary?

The little beggar stood in front of the old man, the gray shadows around him were all killed, and the dark eyes could not reflect the figure of the person in front of him. He walked slowly over with the blood-colored pheasant in his hand, dragging an even more striking streak of blood on the blood-stained ground.

Speechless.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became solemn, as if it was difficult to breathe in a thick pool of blood.

Lao Hua didn't smile, staring at the little beggar with the obscene and trivial taste in his eyes, the yellow dog didn't bark, and his eyes were as indecent as Lao Hua.

There is blood and tears flowing out, this is not his little beggar's choice!

The blood mist exploded in the sky, and two drops followed the air and drooped heavily.

......

Again, there were yellow hairs flying around, followed by minced meat in the air.

Again, the yellow dog whined, pulling out a heart-rending pain, and the blood rose with the pheasant, and the person who could hold the sword also exploded.

Again, the robe was torn, the flesh and blood were cut, the dark black eyes were constantly struggling, the sword in his hand trembled and raised, the broken arm flew up with a moment of blood, and the heart of the bloody and tearful villain was pinched and exploded again.

Again, the four arms were broken, and the blood from the severed limbs of the sloppy figure kept gushing out, but it was not dead, and it was suspended directly opposite the little beggar, still with his eyes open, looking at the bloody light in the sky with a joke.

......

The black light condensed under the blood-colored sky dome again, blowing together with the whining of the wind, and the crimson sky opened, dyeing the light of the entire world dark.

The little beggar looked quietly into the distance, disappeared in an instant, and only after the flickering light was extinguished, did another figure appear. Along the way, the little beggar walked slower than the previous times, and still stabbed with a heartache, but there was no longer light in his calm eyes.

It was that lewd and trivial playful gaze again, and the armless body was suspended, as if he didn't feel much pain. The little beggar's face was covered with blood, and one by one it was cut off, gradually turning from bright red to dark red, and finally to complete darkness.

The pheasant swept by, unable to pick up much light, only heard the soft sound of entering the flesh, probably the most peaceful and beautiful sound in this oppressive world, and then, with a continuous click, the entire blood-colored sky dome shattered, turning into countless red lights and rushing into the little beggar's body......

Lao Zhaohua stared at the little beggar who kept screaming in pain, there were blood and tears flowing out of his closed eyes, the corners of his mouth kept sobbing, and the blood in his mouth surged.

He didn't know what the little beggar had experienced, but if he compared it carefully with himself, he didn't think it would be too much worse. When he inherited this sword, he already had a high level of cultivation, but the process was still nine deaths, and he didn't know whether a little beggar with an ordinary body could carry this way.

A muffled snort came, and then the figure that had fallen to the ground bounced violently, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his throat and fell down suddenly.

Seeing this, Lao Hua suddenly had a light in his eyes, and watched the black light on the skin of the painful little beggar gradually flow, and the black air flow around his body also flowed together, gathering into thin strands and rushing towards the limbs and hundreds of bones.

Wave after wave, the swirling black air flow seeped into the body, and there was a faint impact sound, which strengthened again and again. The blood in the little beggar's mouth squirted many times, and the already pale face gradually began to turn gray, and there was a tendency to dry up.

Poof-

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by a dull sound, the little beggar's body was about to wither, but the red light on the chest suddenly lit up, "Knock knock, knock" The heavy heartbeat drove the blood to rush straight forward, and the already fragile blood vessels suddenly bulged, and there was a pain in the heart, but he finally took a breath.

The faint crashing sound disappeared with the spit of blood, and the black glow crawling all over the skin gradually converged and swam towards the arm. The coiled three-tailed green carp seemed to have suction coming out of its mouth, like an inky black manton flowing towards the carp's mouth, constantly engulfing.

The pupils of the old flower shrank and opened, although the light in the eyes dimmed again, but the clenched heart finally dared to let go.

Still can't be broken......

The little beggar's last sword that stabbed at the old flower still couldn't be used after all. When the sharp pheasant was about to stab the heart of the old flower, the little beggar's wrist shook violently, and the tip of the sword suddenly twisted, rubbing the flesh on the chest of the old flower, and rushing straight into the little beggar's heart with blood droplets.

The smile that had been lost for a long time finally bloomed, and there was an idiotic smile in the distorted face, which was reflected with the banter of the old flower, but it seemed very harmonious, and the world became brighter.

Even if you kill Lao Zhaohua, it will not be the end after all. The little beggar didn't know who he would meet later, but the sword in his chest gave him the final answer.

When the pain of enduring countless pains is suddenly relieved by the killing, it leads the hearts of the greedy to sink in. Although he was reluctant to stab many of the swords that followed, he still let go of some things in his heart that he could give up but could not give up.

The darkness was merciful, but it only gave a touch of sobriety, but it made the blood-stained heart more painful.

After countless times of starting over, the heartache will gradually become numb, but the remaining physical pain that has to explode has intensified, and it is difficult to let go of the opportunity to make up for his own breath with other people's flesh and blood.

The heavens and the earth are broken, killing yourself is the real choice, this choice the little beggar has done countless times, and he has been wrong countless times, so he was finally right.

......

After sleeping for several days, the little man who fell to the ground opened his eyes tiredly, the original injury had already healed, but his body could not lift up.

Just opened his eyes and glanced at the top of the temple, the little beggar hurriedly looked around, until he saw the man and the dog, his heart suddenly relaxed, but then, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time swirled in his eyes, and he hurriedly turned his head away, and fell silently down his cheeks.

"Awake?" was faint in the old flower's voice, and only then did she speak when the trembling figure that had been shaking away gradually eased up.

"Well, it kind of hurts. ”

"I kind of got through it. ”

"Am I broken?" the little beggar looked at the old flower with some confusion in his eyes.

Lao Hua shook her head silently.

"Then did I take the path to Sendai?" he asked again, as if the blood in the dream had not completely faded, and the little beggar's eyes were bloodshot.

"Walked some. ”

"Some?" Hearing this, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Lao Hua didn't answer again, and the little beggar didn't ask any more, but just accidentally put down his eyes and looked at the three herring on his wrist, the original blue and iron carp had now turned into pitch black, and even the original flickering light was no longer reflected at all. But when his eyes turned again, the pheasant that had fallen to the side and was as red as blood in his dream gathered his light again, and his eyes were dazzling.

"Are we going back to the Bai family?" said the little beggar suddenly.

"Do you want to go back?"

He was suddenly silent when he was asked by Lao Hua, and some of the answers he didn't understand, and he didn't shake his head until he came over for a long time. This scene is going to end after all, and it is not his home for a little flower, but there are many unforgettable people hidden in it, and I can't figure it out.

Suddenly there were no words, and the two of them were silent again, and they wanted to ask something, but the little beggar felt that he seemed to understand, so he stopped talking......