The little girl dragged her long sword and walked towards the village.

The face is hideous, like a Shura evil ghost.

She wants to kill people, those neighbors, elders, relatives.

Sister Mingyue, looking at her sister's resolute figure, was stunned and despaired.

For a moment, she felt like she was in a different world.

The sister in front of her seems to have changed into a different person, and she is no longer the sister she used to know.

Mr. Wei said that only one of them could survive.

Therefore, except for himself, everyone else has to die.

However, the little girl Mingyue couldn't do anything to the people of Mingjia Village.

Although their parents, grandfathers, and grandmothers are already dead, those uncles, uncles, and aunts are still there, and although they are not very close to them, these uncles, uncles, and aunts, they have also watched them grow up, and they have hugged them, and they have also stuffed a few candies into their hands, how can she do it?

Sister, why can she do it?

To survive?

Then when she has killed the people in the village, she will also turn her sword towards herself, and kill her with pleasure!

The little girl suddenly remembered what her sister had said to her.

She said that people live in this world, only relatives can rely on each other, and only relatives are the most important treasures in this world.

So, in the poisonous insect Gu Cup that was fighting each other, she desperately protected her, sheltered her from the wind and rain, and killed countless enemies for her, she was a good sister who was dutiful.

Until a moment ago, the little girl Mingyue still thought so.

But now, when she saw her sister Mingxin holding a long sword and cutting off the old village chief's head without hesitation, she knew that she was wrong.

If it's for yourself, your relatives ...... Relatives can also be killed.

In the end, when it comes to the critical moment of his own life, his relatives are nothing at all, and no matter how close his relatives are, they can't withstand his own life.

Human nature, from selfishness.

Little Miss Mingyue should have understood.

However, she didn't want to, she didn't want to see more than 100 people up and down the village of the Ming family, just like this tragic death, and she didn't want her sister to enter the abyss of crime like this, she killed many people, but she shouldn't have killed their former relatives.

The little girl Mingyue held the long sword, trembling, a little scared, but finally stood up.

She said, "Wei ...... Mr. Wei, I ...... If my sister and I are dead now, will the people of Mingjia Village be able to continue to live?"

The strong man with the scar who was called "Mr. Wei" by the little girl in Mingyue, listened to her words, and the expression on his face suddenly became wonderful.

The little girl in front of me is afraid that she has to do something.

The strong man with the scar looked at her playfully, and could probably guess what she was going to do, but he just said: "If both of your sisters are dead, the trial is over, and this Gu cultivation fails, the more than 100 people in this Mingjia Village have nothing to do with my Secret Pavilion, and my Secret Pavilion will not do anything to them." ”

"Really...... Really?"

"The dark pavilion doesn't kill superfluous people, and I don't kill superfluous people either. Scar said.

Superfluous?

It's redundant?

Mingyue's little girl's miserable face finally had some brilliance.

She also dragged her long sword and hurried towards the village.

It's just that she's not going to kill those unarmed innocent villagers.

What she wants to kill is the sister who always takes care of herself and saves her life countless times.

For the sake of more than 100 innocent lives, she wanted to kill her one of them ungratefully.

It's-

This is the choice she made, to kill one person in order to save a hundred.

......

In the square, the originally lively bonfire party has long been plunged into a terrifying and terrifying chaos.

Bonfires, smoke, blood, screams.

The little girl with a bright heart slashed through the blade, and a pillar of blood gushed out, and she immediately took away a human life.

That man, who was the same age as her, was a hard-working person in the village, and she had some impression of him.

His parents died long ago, leaving only his grandparents, who were old and seriously ill in bed, to take care of him, he was a dutiful man, and he had a good reputation in the village, and his uncles and uncles thought he was reliable and reliable, and secretly said that they would marry one of their sisters to him as a daughter-in-law.

But now, none of this mattered, the sword of the little girl with a bright heart slashed down heavily, ending his life. Between them, there will be no more stories.

Mingxin succeeded in one blow and did not stop.

She dragged her long sword and ran as fast as a fox, and in an instant, caught up with an unlucky man.

This person, she also knows, is an old woman who sews clothes for people at the entrance of the village.

When she was a child, the little girl climbed the old tree at the entrance of the village like a boy, but she didn't pay attention to the one under her feet and fell, and the injury was not serious, but her clothes were broken.

At that time, her father and mother were not dead, and she was afraid that her father and mother would be angry, so she hid under the old tree and cried, and did not dare to go home.

It was this old woman, who took off her clothes to mend them, and scooped two buckets of water to give her a bath.

The garment, which had been cut open by the branches, had been sewn so that there was no trace of it, and she had taken a clean bath, and she was cleaner than when she had first gone out.

That old woman is so kind-eyed.

But now, this old woman with a slightly hunched back was full of horror and blood on her face.

The old woman ran very clumsily, her back hunched, and if the little girl's sword were to be pierced, it would hit the opponent's vital point more easily than any of the previous swords.

However, her heart, after all, is made of soft meat.

Looking at this old woman who had given her warm memories when she was a child, her sword couldn't be cut down for some reason.

The hands were trembling.

The old woman knew that she couldn't escape, and she didn't run away.

She approached the little girl, angrily grabbed the girl by the collar with her loose hands, grabbed her neck, and brought the bloody face over.

She opened her mouth and took a bite, biting into the left hand of the little girl.

But that mouth was toothless.

The little girl didn't frown.

"Why, Why, Why?"

Her face was full of anger, and her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, staring at the little girl.

She was the only person in the village other than her parents who could tell the two sisters apart.

"Right...... I'm sorry!"

The little girl with a clear heart is covered with blood on her sword, blood on her hands, blood on her clothes, and blood on her face, she is an unforgivable female demon and Shura ghost.

No one, no one will forgive the apology of a murderer who is still armed with a murder weapon.

If a word of sorry can bring the dead back to life, then there are many fewer people in this world who have died unjustly.

The old woman still pinched her neck tightly, and the little girl didn't hurt at all, and could even speak effortlessly.

"Why, why?" she asked, still asking.

"Mother-in-law, I can't help it, mother-in-law, I don't want to do this either, mother-in-law, I also think it's a dream!

"But, but there is no way! I have to save her, she has always been so cowardly, she can't do these things, don't you teach me too? As a sister, you have to protect your sister, you have to let your sister, since she can't do it, I can only help her do it. ”

"Mother-in-law, after doing these things, Xinniuniu will make a decision on her own, go underground by herself, and make amends for your sins. ”

But she also knew that she alone could not finish more than 100 sins.

A tear flowed from the eyes of the little girl.

She doesn't like to cry, she hasn't cried for a long time, but now she can't control herself after all.

Tears rolled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks, her face was stained with blood, and this tear finally rolled into a bloody tear.

When the blood and tears flowed to her cheeks and dripped to the ground, the bright little girl resolutely took a step back and grabbed the old woman's hand around her neck.

The old woman was like a rootless weed, and she pushed her to the ground.

The bright-hearted little girl closed her eyes and slashed with a sword.

The sword was sharp and thin, crisp and sharp.

The sword swung over, and the old woman's head, like a diagonally thrown clod of earth, flew diagonally into the sky, and then fell to the ground with a dull "bang".

When she opened her eyes again after killing people, she saw her sister Mingyue, holding a long sword, standing in front of her, her face full of killing intent and tears.

The little girl Mingyue wants to kill her sister, kill one person and save a hundred people.

And the little girl Mingxin wanted to kill everyone in Mingjia Village, save a chance to survive for her sister who was going to kill her, kill hundreds of people and save only one of her.

If these are two paths that are destined for you to live and die, you are destined to live and die.

They both raised their swords, pointed at each other, and then they both rushed towards each other.

......

The picture came to an abrupt end, and the memories ended here.

"Ahh

The woman in white woke up from her dream again and sat up again.

It's just that this time, in front of her, it was not the newlywed young woman, but Lin Xiuran with Zhen Pu's face.

Lin Xiuran quietly looked at the woman in front of him, looking at the struggle and full of sorrow that had not faded when she just woke up from her sleep, and felt a little distressed for some reason.

He reached out and stroked her brow, pushing her back into bed and sleeping as if to soothe a little white cat with nightmares.

"It's fine. He said.

......