The sword recalls a certain posture and rests his hand on the railing. Stroking the slightly cool touch, the hand unconsciously grasped the railing more tightly.

The sword was set forward step by step, and the huge mountain continued to branch, and Yan Ran arrived at the living room of the Qi Declaration, the place of the council, towering and cloudy.

As I walked for a long time, the posture of my mind gradually turned into a shadow.

Keep walking, the pace rises and falls. Keep walking, the pace rises and falls.

The first record in the far reaches seems to be the surface of the lake of water drops.

It seems that the aftermath after the trembling of the pattern is earnest, recalling the thoughts of the past.

The past is as bright as an open window, dazzling white, obviously nothing, but so dazzling.

The resistance of the heart has become indifferent into a pushing wave, surging in front of you, and several ways in between.

- Qin Huizhi hopes that I will take pity on the poor students and persuade them.

I had lived for a long time, and my head was questioning myself, and I usually held my hands on my back and didn't ask how others were.

Now that I've been lonely for a long time, I feel that there is no big problem with violating the right and wrong thinking, and it is not a lot of people.

A little bit of a spread for the civilians, the right to be tempted, now a little pity for the common people.

Because the money is not much for me, I don't care if I do.

Send out money, and as a result, the poor people who benefit rely on the money that is not enough for me to sway others.

I feel deeply insulted, but I have nothing to do about it because the world protects all beings.

I want to go to the ancestor, the ancestor usually hates the brothers and sisters the most in his life, but I and the ancestor must think of the ancestor thunder and anger.

I wanted to go to my brother and brother, but Brother Si and I had no answer.

Thinking about things, thinking chaotic, I am mad and boyish, and I go crazy.

Lifting his sword to climb the Delusion Peak, he vowed to die in his heart.

And the name of going: living meaninglessly, living for a long time, living for a long time.

Moaning sentient beings, singing in my heart: I don't want to live anymore when I expose pity! Hahaha-unbridled long laughter, lifting the sword to die.

The master didn't say anything, and led my men down the mountain.

The senior brother of the meeting panicked and muffled, and the sound of sticking to his feet followed closely.

Senior brother and junior brother were killed by me, and the disciple of the ancestor was without a trace, and I stabbed into the fragile body for a moment.

I regretted that I was going to die, but I found that there was nothing in the whole scene, except for the vivid red fat of the corpse, greasy beside the fresh bright green bushes.

I was supposed to be excited or impulsive to shout, but I couldn't open my mouth, and I knew that I had committed a heinous disaster.

The whole road took a very long time to walk, I knew it, and the more I did it, the more I felt suffocated and couldn't describe my state of mind.

~ Why is the ancestor not killing me in such a situation?

My heart suddenly cleared up a lot, and it became calmer.

I can't answer this in my head, I can't think about it in my mind.

After a long time, he was dragged down the mountain.

The master broke the knife and took me from house to house to kill people one by one.

Appreciate the art of Vince cuisine and catch chickens and kill them.

The scene is terrifying like a prison, with blood ~ blood splashing ~ blood juice splashing on the slightly thick wet soil.

Bright blood bulged into bundles on the dark land, scattered in the blackened yellow mud, and most of the blood was scattered in the muddy lumps in front of the corpses.

The master's hand-carrying device is broken like this, and the master is favoring me - it seems.

In the end, some fish slipped through the net, and the master didn't care - it seems.

"I just heard the boom, and the muffled pop."

I couldn't raise my head when I was rushing like a torrent of breath, and subconsciously turned my head to dodge.

When I turned around, my eyes fell unconsciously.

The ground that was originally flat for the eyes turned into a bottomless black pit.

Ling Feng stood on the cliff with his sword, his thin figure cautiously curious, carefully looking into the dark abyss valley.

The mood is watching the lonely sun from a distance, and the afterglow is also gloomyly engulfed by a black hole.

The wooden face is faceless, and the dream is confusing about everything in the world.

The sun took the initiative to slow down into the pit, and the abstract made all beings fearful, trembling in unison with absolute strength.

Jinjin guessed that he had completely forgotten the signs of enchantment not long ago.

The mood of the world is not something that young people can understand.

Qi declared that he looked straight into the distance, and the sunset was red, accompanied by the sword to save the last trace of afterglow.

If you can't see the bright sun, you can't play the dazzling needle and thread.

People who often look at the time always forget about the needle and thread, and they are also concerned about the hurried passers-by who avoid their eyes during the day.

The sword that soothed and slacked and was about to leave, suddenly forgot about the sky.

And in the sky, there are clouds full of golden coloring.

How could I understand when I was young at that time?

The master's sigh, blood and dark back. The loneliness of extreme disappointment in my heart、Straighten your back。

The master didn't say anything, and then I understood.

Civilians in their thirteens, sevens, and twenties are not worth panicking.

Together, they kill as much as I want.

Civilians in their forties live more like garbage, and I'm more important than I think.

I didn't even expect that the master said to me before going up the mountain: Senior brothers are the same as those civilians, I usually take a look.

Memories streaked across the sky, speeding through where they should have been looking.

I thought about it~ and said: More than 300 years of senior brothers, is it really, really, similar, and commoner?

I can't believe it, it turns out that the monk ......

~They are not monks~ The master's words interrupted me.

A monk is a thinking person, not a puppet who stops thinking in a certain position.

This puppet-like garbage will bring obstruction and malice to low-end monks who have not yet started the lineage, and they are my mortal enemies.

These puppets are still young, and they can't tell the truth.

There is no garbage of benevolence and morality, and I can't even understand my own original thoughts, so how can I tell you what to tell from them? It's too weak and too weak.

The master looked at me gently, his eyes were yellow~ there were also yellow spots on his face.

The skinny facial muscles and skin atrophied into the cheeks, and the love was indescribable.

He said in a stiff throat: I just want to see what he will do and what he will do.

~"Kill them now" I interrupted the master, and then added: ......

I didn't say anything, I wanted to say but I could only think about my mouth, think about my mouth.

The master tilted his head, paused, and stared straight at me.

~ Your mentality is very problematic now, I wanted to keep you, but I was afraid that I couldn't calm down.

There are some things that you can solve by yourself~ said the master.

~ I didn't, I didn't dare to speak.

Time flowed, gradually suppressing the atmosphere. In the Thousands of Pavilions, suddenly the master disappeared in the middle.

I couldn't answer the low questions and inquiries that came to the meeting.

I wanted to ask, but I thought that I couldn't handle what I had done.

Tangled and depressed, lonely as grass.

As the wind blew stronger and stronger, it was dusk when I suddenly looked back.

Suddenly, it was already dark night.

The cold wind blew me unbearably, and I was always caressed all over my body, and I was unusually irritable.

I felt irritable and scared.

Finally spoke: Yes...... hesitated for a moment~ Senior brother of the meeting.

My voice gradually became amplified in the second pass.

aroused the alarm of the meeting and looked back at me.

This back is an absolute trust in me, and it seems to be waiting for something.

~Senior brother.

The voice was soft and magnetic, and I was stunned for a long time when I heard the words.

I wanted to speak, but he did.

It seems that now that I think about it, I couldn't say anything at that time, I only wanted to talk in a hurry, and I had no interest and soul.

I looked back and ignored him.

The words of the meeting came from the deep thorn in my heart, and the pain was like a needle, and the bursts of dripping pierced the flesh.

Through the confused night, the vast dark black, revealing a little white edge, if the blue is like green.

The suffocation sensation quickly shifted to him, and his swollen heart roared more and more.

The feeling of not being able to breathe suddenly came, and something seemed to touch my heart.

Grab it hard, pinch the dust of the bleak heart, and throw away the rotten flesh paralysis.

The casual pale sadness in the eyes, a kind of diluted sadness, a faint face glow.

It seems to be laughing like pain, like a twist. It's pain, it's a dream, it's a non-thought that has everything!

Sadly realized~ Qin Huizhi did not have so many emotional triggers as he put aside his sword, and went to pave the way for the ending that he didn't know.

Fiddling with his expressionless face, he talked to himself, and outsiders didn't know what to say.

After a long, long time, I feel that the future is gone, and everything is nothing.

The low gluttonous language advised the sword to put aside: Originally, the low and lonely heart didn't want to say anything, but after thinking about it for so long, I was tired of thinking about it.

Say no, don't say no, but I still want to say.

The mood suddenly lifted, and he tried to shout: "Brothers of the whole mountain...... (The breath gradually thickens)

After a pause, he said: The master went up the mountain and did not teach us cultural knowledge, but let us raise our swords.

Morality comes from oneself, and he doesn't teach us that we should have it ourselves.

Civilization and culture are in our own minds, we don't need to learn anything, we are a walking civilization.

Senior brother's qualifications are all over the world, much higher than ours.

I knew this day was coming, and I lived so long.

What's fun? It's so boring in this world.

There is no physical game at all, say no, and think about the few games in the world.

What is the distress? What is the distress? Is it wrong to live for a long time? Is it the senior brother......

Qin Huizhi's words deeply stung the sword, these heavy words, the pain was not the sword himself, but the love and care for himself that would be solved.

~What can I do!!, snarling.

The peace of mind that he had gained by venting for a long time made waves again.

This is not a violent wave, but it is very long.

The plain stretches into the distance, and the calm stretches and spreads.

Skyrim stares indifferently, staring at this unanswerable love.

Qin Huizhi felt that this life was hopeless, and he was silently ashamed of his former pride and dreams.

Not ashamed of oneself, but ashamed of the ignorance of the past, which caused trouble to others.

This trouble, faintly thought, yes, people in the indifferent world, I still add a burden to my brother, but that's it.

Shelving the sword and Qin Huizhi, dead.

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At this point, Qin Huizhi and Shejian are dead.

My mind could not answer why they were still alive, they were dead according to the original thought.

As for why he is still alive later, I can't answer here.

They met the first monk in the world, and that was not a reason for them to survive.

As for the real reason, I can't answer it at the moment, maybe I'll have a wife who can answer it later.