The beggars have begun to retreat. For the puppet palace, it is obviously more important to resolve the internal rebellion than to fight to the death with these people. As expected, the palace masters of the light and dark palaces chose to acquiesce to their departure at the same time.

With the departure of the beggar gang, the fighting spirit of the Ming Palace and the dark palace returned to the peak again. Mo Wai and Tang Xiaoyu couldn't continue to watch coldly, so they gestured to the location where Yu Shu was hiding in the distance, and led the guards to rush into the crowd. Mo Wai and Tang Xiaoyu began to move, and the palace masters of the two palaces and the altar masters of the helmsmen naturally stood up and joined the battle circle in turn.

Yu Shu received Mo Wai's order and immediately said, "It's okay." ”

The demon duck took a deep breath and bowed slightly: "Do it!" The leaves were windless, but no figure came out. Dozens of Absolute Killers set off almost at the same time, approaching their targets like ghosts in the night.

"Die. The shallow mark brought up a white afterimage, and the hook of both hands was nailed into the neck of a puppet palace altar master. His thin lips opened lightly, and the voice he spat out was as gentle as the whisper in a lover's ear.

Pulling out the hook with his backhand, the blood rain poured onto the snow-white clothes, and the delicate young man's body was instantly dyed with blood-colored madness. He flew to the next person without stopping, sparing no effort to fight.

The night is black, the subordinates of the puppet palace are all dressed in black, and the killers of the Liquor Hall are wearing night clothes. The white kaftan is even more dazzling than usual. Compared to before, his attack was also more aggressive, and the snow-white clothes seemed a little unreal in the rapid movement, but the corpses that fell one after another around it were real and terrifying.

The pupils of the demon duck, who was hiding in the distance and waiting for the opportunity, shrank and immediately understood what he meant. Shallow marks rushed into the place where the masters of the Ming Palace gathered alone, even if he succeeded in one blow, it was tantamount to killing himself. However, he attracted attention with himself, and several killers who were secretly waiting for the opportunity had a chance to catch the flaw. The demon duck did not hesitate, grasped the flaw and shot without hesitation. He was joined by seven Blood Word Hall killers. They were all the best killers, and all of them were keenly aware of this opportunity, no one missed, and eight lives were easily harvested. The demon duck stepped back with a single blow, and his gaze at the shallow mark was a little complicated.

Killers, after delivering a blow, they should leave and hide as quickly as possible, regardless of success or failure. A killer is a person born in the dark, and to be exposed to the light is to kill himself.

Even from the beginning, what the Devil taught him was how to use himself to attract others and create more assassination opportunities for his partner. But what he taught Shallow Mark was more about telling him how to protect himself to the greatest extent under the light, rather than letting him look for death.

The killer is an existence that hides in the dark, and the shallow mark acts as a light, making the companions who belong to the darkness around him more difficult to detect. But if he alone tried to shelter companions far beyond his ability, he would undoubtedly have to pay a greater price.

The Devil Bird is a dark killer, so he retreats. But he knew very well that this retreat was tantamount to acquiescing in the death of the shallow mark. Not only the demon duck, but the killers around at this time all understood this truth. But no one chose to save the shallow marks. Looking at the shallow mark that was gradually dying, the demon was a little stunned, but at the same time he was relieved by the decisiveness of the shallow mark and the indifference of the killers.

The blood killer not far away squinted, glanced at the shallow mark, and sighed with a smile: "Sure enough." Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness, without any superfluous movement.

Ashya was well aware of the abilities of the eight killers who were watching him not far away. As long as someone reveals any flaw, that person will surely die. So he didn't deliberately parry, but used every action to surprise them and make them flawed.

A sword came out of his chest, and a killer struck, taking the life of a person.

A mouthful of blood erupted, and another killer struck, taking another person's life again.

A hook fell from his hand, but no one looked for the right opportunity.

One leg twisted with the sound of bones cracking, and the demon duck stared at its target as if it hadn't heard it.

A knife cut an open wound in the shoulder, and two killers made no mistakes.

The white clothes have long been stained red with blood, and the handsome young man is no longer calm.

It was not the color of the killing that the killers loved, but the color of death, which they hated the most.

Ascarlet struggled to move his unconscious body, his eyes covered with blood, and he could only wave the hook of his right hand indiscriminately. You can't stop, and if you stop, you'll die. If they die too early, they will have fewer chances to make a move, and more people will die.

Through the blood mist in front of him, the faces of the boy in Tsing Yi, Shadow, Wen Qihua, blood killing, palace tricks, and many years of girls continued to emerge from his eyes. Shallow Scar smiled and said silently: "Childe, I'm sorry." There was no pain in his right hand, only the feeling that he had let go of the last of his weapon, and then fell backwards with a bout of vertigo.

The demon duck clenched the dagger tightly and stared at Luo Changxiu, knowing that the shallow mark was going to die in the next moment, but he didn't tremble from his body to every finger.

The air was as oppressive as condensation.

A moment of life and death.

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The cold feeling woke Zhao Qingyan up. As soon as Zhao Qingyan opened his eyes, he saw that he was soaked in a bucket of brown-red liquid full of pungent medicinal gas, and his body was pierced with silver needles.

"...... here" Zhao Qingyan raised his hand and pressed his temples with a faint pain, squinting his eyes and looking around, "Vermilion Bird Palace?"

Picked up the water and washed his face, sobered himself up a little, reached out and pulled out the needle inserted in his body, stood up with both hands on the edge of the barrel, and grabbed the bamboo pole that was barely accessible above his head with one free hand, and "fished" himself out of the potion with his strength.

It took him nearly an hour to clean his body with clean water, put on a brace and clean clothes, and walked out.

After walking some distance, he saw some teenagers one after another, and these teenagers avoided him as if they had seen something terrible, and those who were really inconvenient to avoid also stood by the wall with their heads down. Zhao Qingyan looked at them strangely, and walked towards Tang Xiaoyu's residence.

"Senior brother. A young man in blue who was watering the flowers heard the footsteps and turned around, smiled in surprise, and bowed slightly.

Zhao Qingyan stopped, holding on to the pillar beside him to share the weight, with a thin anger on his face: "Guizhou, I said that you don't call me senior brother." ”

The young man in blue looked at him in surprise: "Are you angry?"

Zhao Qingyan gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't hold back, held down his lower abdomen and slid down the pillar, and sat down on the ground.

Guizhou hurriedly dropped the kettle and walked over, squatting down: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head, and waited for the pain to pass before answering: "It's okay, probably the internal force hurt the meridians." ”

Guizhou's eyelids jumped, and he asked cautiously, "What did the hall master do to you?"

Zhao Qingyan frowned and thought for a while: "I forgot, probably he used the mother Gu to help me force the poison to be too strong, right?"

"The internal force is too strong?hall master?" Gui Zhou looked at him silently, "What did you do?"

Zhao Qingyan wiped the sweat on his forehead, and his expression was a little sluggish: "I don't know, I didn't do anything." ”

Guizhou sighed: "I said senior brother...... That, little prince, why do you have to contradict the hall master?"

Zhao Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Contradict him? If I don't contradict him, will he become a corpse now? Or will he become a medicine man who is detoxified by his blood like you?"

Guizhou pursed his lips: "I did it voluntarily, and I was not persecuted by the hall master." ”

Zhao Qingyan sneered: "Yes, you are voluntary, is there anyone else who is voluntary? Or do you think he really doesn't dare to touch me?"

After returning to the boat for a while, he said slowly: "The hall master is not a ruthless and unrighteous person, even if he has made things difficult for you in every way, you don't have to be so angry, right?"

Zhao Qingyan asked indifferently: "What does he have to do with me if he is ruthless?

Guizhou was speechless.

Zhao Qingyan looked up at the already dark night sky: "What time is it, are you still watering the flowers?"

Guizhou said: "It's almost time. ”

Zhao Qingyan said: "If I haven't fainted for too long, then tonight should be the time when Luo Changxiu usurped the throne, why didn't you go with you?"

Guizhou shrugged: "Maybe it's because the hall master thinks I'm too stupid and is afraid that I'll die, right?"

Zhao Qingyan muttered: "I really want to go and see it." Seeing that Guizhou was nervous, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, with the way I look now, it's better not to look for death." ”

Guizhou was also tired from squatting, so he simply sat down: "Are you really unwilling to forgive the hall master?"

Zhao Qingyan replied very simply: "I don't want to." ”

Gui Zhou smiled: "It's so decisive." ”

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him lightly: "Since he doesn't need me to forgive him, why should I force myself to try to forgive? Especially the person you hate, you don't have to think about how to kill him, it feels better. ”

Guizhou tilted his head and thought for a while, and said to himself: "If you try your best, you won't have a chance for revenge, and you won't hate, right?"

"Not necessarily. Zhao Qingyan saw him looking at himself inquiringly, and added dispensably: "Only smart people will let go of impossible hatred, and they will not be dominated by hatred for the rest of their lives because of their attachment." ”

Guizhou asked, "Then why do you need to be persistent?"

Zhao Qingyan raised his head and smiled silently: "Because I'm not smart enough." ”

Guizhou was stunned for a moment, and shook his head slightly: "Probably because of self-knowledge, and then being willing to let go of the status quo." Or, the hatred is not strong. ”

Zhao Qingyan laughed after a long time: "Maybe." ”

Guizhou didn't mind his carelessness, and said what he wanted to say, but no one was willing to listen: "I'm a little homesick at most, even if it seems insignificant and dispensable in that home." ”

"Home?" Zhao Qingyan repeated, and his smile dimmed, "Yes, as long as you have a home, there is nothing worth asking for." ”

Guizhou smiled bitterly: "You don't lack a home." ”

Zhao Qingyan said with a smile: "Of course I don't lack a home, and I still have a good home." ”

Guizhou continued to smile bitterly: "So why are you sighing for a long time?"

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him: "I won't tell you." ”

Guizhou shrugged, didn't ask, and continued: "The home is gone, all the people in that family are gone, it feels like a dream, and suddenly there is nothing. I don't care why the hall master took me in, I don't care how many years I can live if I become a medicine man. Even, as you said, the Lord of the Temple kept me just to drink my blood, I have no complaints. ”

He touched his wrist and smiled sadly: "I'm not as good as you, I've been a real wreck since the day my tendon was broken." I can't practice martial arts, I can't do it, do you know that feeling of powerlessness? The hall master took over the tendons and tendons for me, even if I will never be able to tie the chicken, and I don't even have the strength of the girl's family, but I am already very satisfied, really. ”

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, clenched them, and then let them go, and suddenly asked, "If your senior brother is still alive, will you go to them?"

Guizhou was stunned for a moment, and asked urgently, "Who? Who is still alive?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at him lightly: "I'm just asking casually, what I said is just if." Nothing you used to have is here, and you are willing to stay here. What if your past hasn't been erased?"

Guizhou looked at him blankly for a long time, and slowly shook his head: "No, it's all gone." I saw with my own eyes that everything was gone. ”

Zhao Qingyan smiled slightly, noncommittal.