Chapter 281: Soul of the Night

On the nameless peak, on the top of the dark night, a person wearing a black feather coat, like a lonely king of the night, sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, a black jade flute appeared in his hand, gently put it on his mouth to play, dancing out of a moving note, for a moment, a poignant tune that implied endless sorrow flowed in the mountains, as if telling something, thinking about something, waiting for something. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is the top killer in the heavenly capital, so that countless warriors will tremble and fear when they hear his name, the cold-blooded and ruthless night death, it is hard to imagine that such a person, a killer, will play such a hidden melancholy tune, what kind of story is hidden in his body, the nine songs of the night god, the legend of the killer world, who is he, why did he come here, and how secret his appearance will implicate, everything, or what he wants to say, is in this song.

Step ~ Step ~ Step ~

The night was cold and windy, a burst of footsteps, stepping on the rhythm of the song, slowly approaching, when the night could not cover the comer, squeezed out a man wearing a red robe, hanging a life-killing magic knife on his waist, his face was like a lonely morning, and his eyes were domineering, it was Ding Buji who came from the Ghost King City to track the night god.

"You're here!"

The footsteps finally changed in the song, and the night god who was sitting cross-legged frowned slightly, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared as if it did not exist, put away the ink jade flute, and the end of the song was not dispersed, the night god slowly got up, turned his back to Ding Buer and whispered, and spit out the words like an old friend reunited.

"The song is good, what's the name?"

Sometimes the world is always so wonderful, people can't see through, I don't know, the two people who should have met and killed, they didn't even have the slightest murderous aura on their bodies, just like friends and started chatting, if there are people familiar with Ding Buer and the night god present at this moment, maybe they will be shocked, this is still the decisive demon lord Ding Buer, is this still the night god who is silent all day long, to be honest, Ding Buer doesn't know why he is like this, at the beginning he did come with a killing machine, after all, in the forbidden land of the Blood Demon Sect, the night god once shot Ding Buer and Hei Dunzi, the blood ruthless three, since they have made a feud, of course Ding Buer's character will not let go of the night god, so when he found the night god, Ding Buer had actually sentenced the night god to death in his heart, but when he came to the bottom of the mountain, listening to the tune, for some reason the killing power contained in his heart actually dissipated.

"Soul of the Night!"

Hearing Ding Buer's question, the night god who was looking at the night replied softly again, although the night sky of the endless blood abyss is not as brilliant as the sea of stars in Shenzhou, and the bright moon does not return, but it also has a unique charm, after the night is getting deeper, countless unknown luminous insects hidden in the wasteland, fluttering their wings, continue to rise into the sky, like petite red stars rising, gorgeous and beautiful.

"Hmm!"

Ding Buer nodded, and after answering, he didn't say anything more, at this moment he also noticed this strange scene that belonged to the boundless blood abyss, and the two people standing on the top of the mountain watched more and more glowing insects fly up, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence, not knowing what they were thinking, the strange silence seemed to continue until the heavens and the earth were old.

"Since you brought me and I came, why didn't you speak again!"

Time passed minute by minute, and the two of them were silent, as if they were closing the door to see who was more patient, until all the glowing insects flew into the air, forming a huge sea of insects, flying towards an unknown place together, disappearing at the end of the wasteland, and the night returned to its monotonous color again, and Ding Buer finally opened his mouth to break the silent atmosphere.

"Because I'm waiting for you to say it first, win the sky!"

The night was like ink, but the words of the night god were like a meteor, piercing the sky, suddenly boundless and vicious, the killing machine reappeared, the atmosphere was tight, and the surrounding space was frozen by this cold killing machine, which was cold to the bone.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing the words of the night god, Ding Buer's heart is no longer calm, win the sky, this Ding Buer does not want to mention it in his heart, let alone be known, because it represents a painful memory that cannot be looked back, an unforgettable blood feud, Ding Buer is sure that the people in the world who know his true identity except for the fourth prince Ying Tong and the mysterious gentleman beside him, do not think about the third person, but now, from the mouth of the night god, he actually heard this name again, he did not suspect that it was the four princes and the mysterious gentleman who revealed their secrets to the night god, this is a feeling from the depths of the heart, a kind of trust between warriors, so why did the night god know his true identity, so he couldn't help but kill.

"Have you really forgotten me?

The night god seemed to not feel Ding Buji's murderous intention, and said softly again, after finishing speaking, the night god fell into the darkest and most helpless memory of that life, how many days and nights, even if the god of incarnation and death, forever falling, I have never forgotten you in my heart, and have you forgotten me, my friend, brother, win the sky.

In a dimly lit cell, two bruised children, one of whom was ten years old and the other was eight years old, they were in a useless age, but they had to face the challenges of life and death, and they struggled cruelly to survive.

"What's your name?"

In the dark, the older ten-year-old chubby boy noticed the thin boy in the corner, dragging the still bleeding body step by step, sensing the approach of the chubby boy, the thin boy raised his head and looked at each other vigilantly, his eyes were relative, if the thin boy's eyes were fearful and helpless, the chubby boy's eyes were strong and unyielding, and after a while, the chubby boy spoke first, but this speech affected the wounds on his body, and he took a breath of cold air in pain.

"I.... I don't have names, they are all .... Call me all... Jiu'er!"

As if because of the fear of strangers, the thin boy trembled a little when he spoke.

"Jiu'er? haha, get to know me, my name is Yingtian!"

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Fate implicates two children, from knowing each other to helping each other, from strangers to brothers who depend on each other in life and death, two little boys are struggling in hell, how many times a chubby boy stands in front of the thin boy, shelters him from the wind and rain, and protects him from the growth, although that time is very bitter, but in the heart of the thin boy is the happiest day, because he has a brother, although they are not related by blood, but the two are closer than brothers, but when he himself is successful in cultivation, his wings are growing, and he feels that he can provide help for his brother, but what he got is the news of his brother's death, that day, he was angry and crazy, and he killed all the people who had hurt his brother, but the elder brother couldn't see it, his heart died, he fell into the boundless darkness, became the coldest killing machine in the sky, and became the terrifying night death.

"You're really... Do you really not remember me, brother!"

After a trembling voice of excitement, the night god turned around.

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