"To live is to suffer, comfort is reserved for the dead, and only the dead do not have seven emotions and six desires, so the joys and sorrows, grievances and hatreds in this world are normal. There is no big difference between dying one person and dying a hundred people, this is the reincarnation of heaven. I can't blame anyone. ”

"Yesterday Fairview caught a thief on the spot, I heard that the thief was only thirteen years old, and he was still a child. The dead one is really distressing, and he has been dismantled more than eight pieces, and his bedridden wife has also been chopped together. Who doesn't shudder when he sees it, but in this world, how can he, a powerless and powerless person, be able to fight the Splendid Pavilion.

The child's mother is about to die, the child has no choice but to take risks to steal the cloth of the Splendid Pavilion, some people say that they deserve to die, some people regret it, in my opinion, this is all life, individuals have their own lives, sometimes there must be in life, and there is no time in life to ask for it. Even if the story makes people sigh, it is just a story after all, the living listen to the story, and the dead become the characters in the story. ”

(Note: Remember the story)

The young man standing at the door trembled slightly, and the sword in his hand became tighter.

The middle-aged shopkeeper behind the counter sighed slightly, and the smile that often hung on his face was replaced by regret: "People need to experience everything in their lives, only after experiencing it will they understand, and only when they understand will they know how to live, but there are some things that can not be done with hard work, you just say this kid, he has to put the goal in the Splendid Pavilion on Phoenix Street, the goal is too big, and he can only bury his own life."

If his wife knew that this was the end, I am afraid that she would rather cut off herself than lose the child's life, after all, there is hope for anything to be alive, and if you die, you will really die. ”

Thundered!

A rush of thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the middle-aged man looked over the back of the young man, looked at the dark night sky, and muttered, "It's so dark." ”

The rain became more and more intense.

Xu Ran stood motionless in the doorway, staring into the distance, where he had been paying attention for three nights.

The middle-aged man snapped his abacus, but continued on his lips: "I have seen a lot of dead people, but it is the first time I have met them in my own home, and it is dark night, otherwise I don't know how much impact it has, which is a big loss for Fengyulou, but fortunately, this dead man is still a little measured, but he will pick time."

I'm strange, everyone says that the Demon Sect has been very rampant in God recently, and there is such a thing? Could it be that you can still kill this Phoenix Street? In today's martial arts world, there is no place safer than God, and any outsider who wants to do something in God, there is only one result. Not to mention Phoenix Street, not to mention some small characters of the Demon Sect, even if the Demon Lord came in person, he couldn't go out. How can you still make waves? ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "It's not autumn yet, why are there so many things, it seems that some famous sayings and aphorisms are not so accurate." ”

Xu Ran's eyes condensed slightly, and there was a faint murderous aura spreading in the haze in the distance.

The middle-aged man's hand paused slightly, frowned slightly, looked at Xu Ran's straight back and shook his head, leaned down to look for it, and finally found a big cyan umbrella.

He walked out of the cabinet door and stood side by side with Xu Ran, looked at the splash, and handed over the umbrella: "It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and now this rain is not small, hold this umbrella, don't get wet." ”

Xu Ran turned his head to look at the middle-aged shopkeeper, he had been talking since he came downstairs. Xu Ran knew that these words were meant for himself, but this umbrella also had to be received.

"Thank you. ”

"You're welcome, if you can come back, you'll have to give me back those two things. ”

"What if you can't come back. ”

"Someone will pay it back for you. ”

"A-Qing?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper chuckled and returned to the counter, without saying a word.

Because the murderous aura has spread to the front.

In the rain, two black-clothed shadows swept past the door of the wind and rain building and went straight into the distance.

Xu Ran's body paused slightly, frowned subconsciously, and then did not hesitate, opened the umbrella with a snap, and followed with a vertical body.

......

......

The rain hit the umbrella, and the footsteps were watered by the rain in a blink of an eye. The night is deeper, and the rain is more condensed.

This road is speeding for ten miles, and the murderous atmosphere spreads vertically and horizontally.

The empty alley was silent, and with a heavy crackling sound, the rain splashed everywhere, Xu Ran's body paused suddenly, and he looked straight ahead, and in a blur, the two figures also looked at each other.

Heaven and earth were silent, and even the sound of pouring rain was cut off, Xu Ran's mind gradually calmed down, and the faint words spread throughout the ten-mile long street:

"I was impressed. ”