"I don't want to die. ”

When he said this, he felt that his mind had flown home, and he looked at the six or seven aunts and wives to see if they were lonely.

Maybe it's easy to die, it's a hundred, and there is no concern.

But living is a kind of obligation and responsibility, and the kind of obligation and responsibility to his family forced Jiang Xiaolou to understand that he really shouldn't die like this.

He still has a lot to do, especially the six or seven aunts, they are not people who can keep loneliness, and each of them is not the kind of person who can keep women's ways.

I thought of leaning on the cold and hard wall in every lonely and empty night, looking at the dark and gloomy sky, with a handful of melon seeds in my hands and a glass of wine on the table,...... It's really not very pleasant.

For Mrs. Liuqifang, this is not only uncomfortable, it is simply a kind of torture, torment, and hell.

For the most beautiful, brilliant, and glorious moment in a woman's life, if she is lonely...... Isn't that more unbearable than the days of hell?

Jiang Xiaolou only now discovered the preciousness of life and the fear of death.

Wan nodded his head, "You really don't want to die." ”

Jiang Xiaolou nodded in acknowledgement.

In case of a big laugh, laughing lewdly and lewdly, "Good." ”

Jiang Xiaolou didn't understand.

Bai Yun didn't understand either, no one could understand what he meant by these two words, just as no one could understand this crazy and perverted madman.

"Good, good, good, good....... ”

He said a dozen in a row, as if it was pleasant, but no one knew what he was happy about?

What is pleasant to a madman is often not a pleasant thing for others, but is often extremely painful and miserable.

It's just that Jiang Xiaolou hasn't discovered this yet.

He couldn't help but ask, "What are you happy about?"

"There's only one thing that deserves my joy now. ”

"Which point?"

"You're starting to come to your senses. ”

"What enlightenment?"

"You begin to know that life is precious and death is terrible. ”

"Thank you Brother Wan for your guidance and help the younger brother get lost. ”

"What are you thanking me for?" he suddenly laughed again.

Jiang Xiaolou suddenly remembered a terrible thing, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched when he remembered it, "Do you still want to kill me?"

"Yes. ”

"You brute, I'm going to fight ...... you. Jiang Xiaolou roared angrily and pounced, and the sword light suddenly stabbed out.

The sword flashed.

A deadly sword, a deadly sword, a brilliant sword.

It's a pity that as soon as the sword light flashed out, he died under another sword light, and his people also died under another sword light.

His words also died under this sword light.

A sword in case, a sword light in case.

In case the sword went straight into Jiang Xiaolou's throat for three minutes, and blood gushed out like a fountain, in case he didn't avoid it, his cheeks and neck ,...... Suddenly stained red with blood.

His expression became surprisingly excited and joyful, even more excited and joyful than a flower thief picking fresh and delicate flowers.

The breeze drifted by, and the blood slid down the blade of the sword, drop by drop.

Bai Yun's face changed, and everyone's face here changed.

He only felt that his neck was stiff and cold.

A sword of extreme speed, a sword that kills, but that's not the scariest thing about him.

The most terrifying thing is the way he looks now!

He seemed to need this way of killing very much, as if only this way of killing could completely satisfy himself, as if only this way of killing could make him completely release the loneliness and emptiness in his heart that had accumulated for many years.

Bai Yun's face changed miserably, and he only now understood another truth.

When a swordsman's sword kills people, it is fast, accurate, stable, and even fierce, violent, vicious, etc., these are not terrible, these can only be respected and admired for another swordsman, and what really makes another swordsman terrible is the appearance of the swordsman, just like what happens now, perverted, obscene, obscene, crazy...... , which is more frightening than death.

Dying under the sword of such a person is not only very uncomfortable, but perhaps even the imps of hell do not want to approach.

In case the breath has gradually stabilized, the passion has been sublimated, the desire has died, and the eyes have become flat and normal, Jiang Xiaolou's eyes are still staring straight ahead, and there is only what ifs in front of him.

A pair of eyes that almost bulged out, full of indescribable fear, resentment, and sorrow.

Mei Niang's hand was already trembling.

She has seen dead people and murders, but she has never seen such a dead person, let alone such a killing.

Death and murder will make her afraid, but this fear of death and murder is deep in the bone marrow and soul, and this fear may not be forgotten in the next life.

Chunhua Qiuyue has long been hiding behind the screen, their appearance is invisible to others, maybe not much better than Mei Niang.

The bones "fluttered", and the dead flesh fell on the cold, stiff ground, and there were insects and ants on the pool of blood at this time, coming over to enjoy the joy and excitement of death frantically.

Mei Niang couldn't bear to look at it anymore, closed her eyes, and her body was clinging to the white clouds.

The tip of Bai Yun's nose was already drenched in cold sweat, and he exhaled deeply before he continued, "You are not human. ”

The window was not small, and the boy with sideburns outside had seen all this, and there was no expression on his face.

He just stared silently in case.

In case she stared at Mei Niang, Mei Niang's face was twitched with fright.

"The first beauty in the world is the first beauty in the world, no matter what time it is, it is beautiful. ”

The beauty in some people is not only innate, as if it is a blessing from the gods, when laughing, there is the beauty of laughter, when crying, there is the beauty of crying, when it is painful, there is a unique beauty of pain, and when she is afraid, her beauty seems to be there at any time and will never disappear.

It will bring beauty to the world at all times.

Bai Yun also glanced at Mei Niang, and he had to admit it.

In his heart, he secretly imagined that the beauty of her after her lust was satisfied, was it the most beautiful?

Mei Niang held Bai Yun's hand tightly, and Bai Yun already felt the cold sweat in her palm and the fear in her heart.

"You don't have to worry, some people look like things that aren't things, but they're not bad at all. ”

Mei Niang nodded.

What if you suddenly look outside, stare at the boy with hanging sideburns, and suddenly say, "Who is in the second sedan chair?"

The boy with sideburns was expressionless, walked to the second sedan chair, and bowed down to open the curtain.

A hand and a Zen staff suddenly stretched out from the sedan chair.

The snow-white and fleshy hands, the Zen staff made of pure gold, the seven or eight circles at the top tinkling, the wind did not blow violently.

When the monk came out and left the sedan chair completely, the boy with sideburns lowered the curtain and straightened up, his face still without a trace of expression.

The great monk didn't walk over, looked at it from a distance, and said coldly, "Hmph!"

In case you don't seem to hear or see, you suddenly say, "You don't seem to be happy?"

Although he looked outside, his words were said to Bai Yun.

Bai Yun smiled, "I can't be happy. ”

Whoever sees the bloody Rulai who bulldozed thirty-one dart games overnight will not be happy.

"You should be happy. ”

"Why?"

In case his eyes suddenly shoot a sword-like light, "because he will soon really go to see the Buddha." ”

Baiyun closed his mouth.

He didn't want to speak anymore because he knew someone would talk to him.

"You're going to send me to see the Buddha?"

"Yes. ”

Blood Rulai's eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Hmph!"

One word plus a Zen stick, seven or eight circles on the Zen stick tinkled, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched.

"You're a swordsman, just in case?"

In case he said lightly, "Yes." ”

"A sword kills, there is no just in case?"

"Yes. ”

"You haven't missed?"

"Nope. "Never." ”

"This time it was an exception. ”

In case close your mouth and look at the tip of the sword.

The blood on the tip of the sword had not yet dripped out, and it was dripping down one by one, very slowly.

Blood Rulai also closed his mouth and watched from afar.

His head became more blood-red in the remnant sun, red like blood.

Both of them stopped talking, staring at each other as if they wanted to stare each other alive.

There was no sound, even the breeze blew in and became silent and silent.

The room was as silent as a tomb, and Bai Huan stood motionless in the corner, his face had turned dead gray.

The sackcloth on his body was soaked with cold sweat at some point.

His hands were retracted into his sleeves, and the cold sweat on his fingertips was dripping down, dripping drop by drop.

Mei Niang reluctantly said to herself, her lips trembled when she spoke, "Isn't that big monk very powerful?"

She knows that when she is afraid and panicked, talking can give some relief.

"Yes. ”

"How powerful?"

"One of the seven devils in the rivers and lakes. Bai Yun continued, "There are not many demons who can run rampant in the rivers and lakes, and each of them is an extremely powerful character. ”

"How powerful?" Mei Niang's face had turned pale, as white as paper.

"Thirty-one dart games were wiped out overnight, do you think he is very powerful?"

Mei Niang nodded.

She had to admit that this person's ability was indeed a little powerful.

"That's not the most powerful thing about Blood. ”

"Which point is that?"

Bai Yun's eyes showed pity and sympathy, and he said, "The most terrible thing is that he can make the other eighty-one dart bureaus close, and they dare not open the door, let alone open it." ”

"Why?"

"Because he is bloody. ”

These three words are not an explanation, but they are more authentic than an explanation.

Mei Niang listened to this explanation that was not an explanation, closed her mouth, and her firm and full chest was rising and falling violently.

She was terrified.

When a woman is afraid, her chest rises and falls violently, and she is no exception.

Bai Yun's breathing was suddenly strange and fierce, and he sighed, his gaze moving from her chest to her cheek before he said, "You must not know the reason for this. ”

Mei Niang didn't know, she shook her head gently.

Her neck was still stiff and weak.

Bai Yun's eyes were filled with regret and sympathy, and he said lightly, "Blood Rulai just ruined all the women in the eighty-one dart games, and none of them were spared." ”

Mei Niang's firm and full chest rose and fell more rapidly, and even her breathing had become heavier, "But he is a monk." ”

Bai Yun nodded in acknowledgment.