Luo Gu is gone, he can't give her the love she wants, and she can only let his heart skipped at that time.

Chen Zhen said to Xiuqin, "You are not suitable for him, there is no need to be sad." ”

Xiuqin didn't speak, just ran back to the room.

Chen Zhen looked at Luo Gu's back, he wouldn't come back if he left. In the past few months, Chen Zhen has finished teaching, and the rest can only rely on his own integration.

Rogu disappeared into the snowstorm.

Demon: "My brother, are you going to go back? In this era, you can kill as much as you like in exchange for the endless magic pattern. Only with a large number of demon pattern sacrifices can you have the ability to go to the higher worlds."

Luo Gu said, "I know that the Western barbarians and ronins of this era, I will go to harvest them, and the night is my paradise." ”

Demon: "Their Hell".

A man named Blade Demon appears, and he acts in the night. There was not a single living mouth under his sword. The Chinese praised him, and the Japanese hated him.

Luo Gu touched and remembered, "Old man, it's getting dark, we should go again." This time, Rogu's target was the Japanese military headquarters.

Luo Gu has been practicing every day, and now his physical fitness is 4 times that of ordinary people, and he is a little superman after the exercises are operational.

He lurked at the Japanese barricade, where several Japanese soldiers were guarding. He touched his waist, which was a throwing knife prepared for him by a righteous man. It's a pity that there are only 2 knife belts on the body, and only 22 can be fitted. This small Japanese military department has at least 900 people.

The throwing knives were shot quickly, unlike the deafening sound of gunfire. It doesn't have a single sound. People have to sigh, what a blacksmith, what a weapon.

The three Japanese guarding the guard fell to the ground. Rogu quickly stepped forward, pulled the knife away, and disappeared into the darkness.

Although this flying knife stunt is not as fast as Li Xunhuan's space, it is faster than time. But Rogu can use a knife, so he will naturally shake the knife, and in the Yaksha world, he can easily kill people with a knife. It's just that the memory is replaced by a small flying knife. Just throw a few more at a time.

He flew in the darkness, and the red blade of Memory flashed in the night, marking that there were people here.

A group of Japanese soldiers approached, and when they were 10 meters away from the three fallen guards, Rogu shot four throwing knives between the fingers of both hands. Followed by the whole body, like a cannonball hitting the crowd.

This time, Rogu's throwing knife didn't go to the people's throats, but into their chests. Because there are too many goals this time. He didn't dare to guarantee that all the throwing knives would hit accurately, and each of his throwing knives went to people's chests.

Eight people fell to the ground, and the body of Roguna's cannonball smashed one back. Draw the knife and slash it from left to right like flowing water. Red threads appear around the necks of Japanese people, simple and quick, like writing cursive.

This small group of Japanese went to meet their emperor without even firing a gun.

There were many footsteps, and Luo Gu looked at the flying knives on the corpse, and had no choice but to retreat first.

Luo Gu ran up four times the quality of ordinary people, plus the operation of the exercises. Like a black shadow, it quickly disappeared into the encirclement of the Japanese who were rushing in.

The black and white eyes and red knives in the darkness are so bloodthirsty.

Demon: "Oh, my brother. We're going to have to wait, I already feel a few more magic patterns on your body, hehehehe."

Rogu watched in the dark, there were too many people, and he only had 10 throwing knives left.

"Since you're here, there's less people elsewhere," Rogu whispered in the darkness, his voice drifting to hell in the wind, to inform Black and White of impermanence.

A few more throwing knives flew by. After hitting one place, change another place, like a ghost.

Demon Dao, "My dear brother, if you want to increase the magic pattern, you must use memory to kill, because only memory can absorb the heart and blood of the person you kill, and then form the magic pattern."

After hearing this, Luo Gu mended the knife on the Japanese he killed, "In this way, you can absorb the blood of your heart, right?"

The demon wiped his non-existent sweat, "What you said makes so much sense, I can't even refute it."

Footsteps again, demons: "Can't these people die quietly? Don't they know that death is an expression of the beauty of the world? You don't understand the beauty of silence."

The demon said in his heart, that kind of beauty is only known to me. I was born within him, without light, without sound, without perception. That kind of beauty, how can I taste it myself, everyone comes to taste it together, isn't it beautiful, hehehehehe.

It was a night that was destined not to be peaceful.

The Japanese finally sounded the alarm bells, and the screams in the darkness sounded. Like the whispers of the Yakshas.

Explosion, "Yes, my brother this is the art of death, watching the flames dance".

Rogu didn't speak, and kept jumping. Blood soaked the black tunic and sprinkled blood all the way.

The Japanese army shouted: "He is here", which was also the last words of the Japanese.

Time to go.

Rogu looked at the fire, reflecting the red night sky. Starlight didn't dare to compete with it.

This is the flame of the Chinese, and the practice of martial arts can save the country and the small can save themselves. This fire hopes to light the torches of all those who practice martial arts.

Early the next morning, in a blacksmith's shop.

The flames in the iron furnace reflected the drunken man's face. With a knife-like face, this is a resolute person.

"You're finally awake," said the man with the bellows.

Rogu covered the fire with his hand, "yes, it's time to wake up, it's time to say goodbye." You may not be able to drink your wine in the future. ”

The man took the tongs and said, "Good wine, heroes drink." Since you are leaving, take this jar of wine. ”

Luo Gu looked at it, "This is what your grandfather treasured."

Man: "My grandfather died at the hands of the Japanese a long time ago, and you are entitled to drink this wine." You have to take it too. ”

Luo Gu got up, "I took your wine, if I still have a chance to come back, I won't go home if I don't get drunk with you."

Luo Gu left, and the man looked at Luo Gu's back, "Thank you for helping my grandfather avenge him."

Rogu had heard when he was drunk that his grandfather had died in the military headquarters. After the flying knife was completed, Rogu went to the military headquarters. That might have been Rogu's friend, but he left.

Luo Gu stood at the gate of Jingwu, and Chen Zhen walked out of it.

Chen Zhen: "If you bring a jar of wine, I won't show mercy." ”

Luo Gu looked up at Chen Zhen standing on the steps, "If you have wine, you naturally drink it, but you want to get drunk." ”

Chen Zhen: "Let's go, let's go to the inner courtyard, where it is quiet and suitable for drinking good wine."

After three bowls of wine between the two, Chen Zhen said: "The sword demon is you, and the military department is also made by you."

Rogu nodded.

Chen Zhen: "Well done, the Chinese should no longer endure it, there is a force to make a force, there is a voice to make a sound, there are so many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in this world."

Rogu said, "yes. ”

Chen Zhen: "Forget it, I know you're here to resign." Now don't talk about Fengyue, and don't talk about other things. drinking".

Chen Zhen was drunk, he couldn't achieve a sword demon like Luo Gu, because he had a Jingwu Sect behind him.

Rogu shook his head and got up.

Xiuqin came over to support him. She said, "Have you ever had a heart?"

Luo Gu stroked Xiuqin's hair, "I have been moved, but I can't love." You know what? This knife is called memory, and I choose to remember."

Ten points of love, and then nine points of life. Nine points of love, followed by ten points of life. Love with regret may be the most moving.

After a few months of getting along, how could Luo Gu not be moved. Xiuqin is a good woman.

"It's time for me to go, don't help me", Rogu disappeared around the corner of the street. The most important thing is your kindness that makes me have endless memories.

Xiuqin, looking at his back and smiling, one answer is enough, yes, enough.