Yang Xiaofeng suddenly thought that maybe, what happened just now was just a dream for him. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun of the pavilion is a dream he had in the open space behind the village.

Every time he practiced until he was so tired that he couldn't figure it out or he couldn't figure out what he had when he was studying, he would lie in that open space, in the shade of the trees, leaning against the soft grass, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, holding a stick of grass in his mouth, and then sleeping beautifully.

He even felt much more comfortable sleeping there than he did in the bed in the house.

As soon as the breeze blew it, the confusion in the book was solved in an instant.

He used to be the only one who liked this, but then the two little ones also learned from him.

Even the day after Ah Xue came to Qingshui Villa, he actually learned to lie on the grass like him, and he was still asleep at that time.

At that time, of course, he was lying next to her, looking at the girl's fair and beautiful face for a whole afternoon.

Every time he fell asleep on the grass, he basically dreamed, all of them were light-hearted and cheerful dreams, and what was happening now was probably just an occasional nightmare he had.

If it was a dream, he just wanted to wake up immediately. If this is not a dream, then he has to hurry up and dream.

Because in the dream, he will no longer be afraid.

He wasn't afraid of killers, he wasn't even afraid of death, but he was afraid of losing his mother. He couldn't bear the heart-rending pain and grief that he felt after losing his mother.

Although he was engaged to Luo Qingxue a few days ago, he was only sixteen years old this year. To put it bluntly, he's just a kid.

For a child, if he does not have a mother, how should he live?

The days when he lost his mother, he didn't dare to imagine it.

Now, let him get some good sleep.

Let the Grim Reaper take his life away in his sleep, without pain, without sorrow.

He didn't want to suffer the great sorrow of losing his loved ones, he wanted to escape first.

It is better to be able to be liberated in escape, to be completely liberated.

The moment his eyes closed, Yang Xiaofeng saw a glimmer of white light. Suddenly a little white appeared in the black wave of death.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in white.

Dressed in white like snow, and equally white was the hair on his temples.

His appearance was like a little starlight suddenly appearing in the dark clouds on a rainy night, in stark contrast to the dark night. It's so different, so out of place.

Immediately afterward, his lonely starlight was overwhelmed by a dark black wave.

He had thought about the reunion countless times, but he never imagined that the reunion was at the time of life and death.

Li Muqing suddenly wanted to laugh, because he really thought it was ridiculous.

It turns out that the time of reunion is a time of parting. In that case, why meet again!

Isn't life always like this? Even though there is no news in the world, at least there is still that feeling in my heart.

It's just that there will always be reunions in life, and reunions will definitely part, which is one of the fates of life.

He looked at Mei Luoyun, she no longer had a trace of life.

was pierced through the heart with a sword, and she was killed instantly. It's just that although she is completely dead, she is not dead. Her hand was still stiffly stretched out towards Yang Xiaofeng, her face was also facing her son's direction, and her eyes were still looking at her son.

This is the Mother, the greatest man in the world, who is not one of them.

Even at the last moment of life, even until death. Even though she is dead, she is still worried about her son.

Li Muqing looked at Mei Luoyun.

This woman who has been willing to suffer all her life, although he has always known that she only regards herself as her most ordinary friend.

There was no expression on his face, which had long been cut back by the vicissitudes of time. However, seeing the woman who was the only woman he loved the most in his life die in front of him, he should have had tears.

Is he used to hiding his expressions, or is he no longer in tears?

Li Muqing had no time to think about it, the black-clothed killer had already surrounded him. looked at him, a thin and weak middle-aged man, with hideous faces, in the eyes of the killer, this was already a dead man.

The next moment, the killer's sword rained over, but Li Muqing didn't move. From beginning to end, he just looked at Mei Luoyun, as if he was crazy, and he didn't even glance at the sword that stabbed him.

Whether he was dismissive of these people at all, or whether his heart hurt so much that he couldn't move.

In an instant, the killer's sword was about to pierce his body. Li Muqing finally moved, his hand moved, and his sword also moved.

No one could see exactly what kind of sword it was. But when the cold light flashed, the sword was sheathed, and his man froze, as if he had never moved in the same place.

The sword that stabbed at Li Muqing had also stopped, and blood splattered out of the killer's neck like a waterfall. Within ten steps of Li Muqing, the killer's carotid arteries had been severed.

With this sword alone, twenty or thirty people had fallen from the killers. However, the black-robed man who had just pierced Mei Luoyun's heart with a sword didn't know where he was at the moment, and it seemed that he had suddenly disappeared from here since the moment Li Muqing appeared.

In one move, the blade was broken and the throat was sealed, and the power of a sword was as strong as a sword. What kind of sword is this, or rather, is it a sword at all?

It's been eighteen years, and Li Muqing has been sealing the sword for eighteen years. He never used his sword easily, let alone kill.

It's just that there are too many things in this world that I can't help myself, and I can't choose. If he could, he would never kill, however, there are no ifs in life, only results and consequences.

Since you have killed someone, you should simply kill more.

Li Mu picked up Yang Xiaofeng, who had already fainted, carried him under his armpit, and rushed out with a sword in one hand. Everywhere they went, the killers fell like fallen leaves.

He didn't bother with Mei Luoyun anymore, and he didn't even look at her again. All he can do now is desperately save her son.

The dead are dead, but the living will continue to live.

The moonlight seemed to have been dyed blood, dark red.

The killing continues, and so do the wailing and screaming. People are falling, and as time passes, more people die.

Mingyue didn't know when she had already hid in the clouds, and even the moon couldn't bear to look directly at this bloody killing scene.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew again.

Gradually, the originally clear and moonlit night sky was full of dark clouds, and then, an autumn rain fell violently, washing away the sins of the world.

The sound of the rain gradually drowned out the wailing, and I wondered if the killing had stopped.

No one knows what happened to Clear Water Villa that night, because no one in Clear Water Villa was spared that night.

In addition to Yang Xiaofeng's three brothers and sisters.

However, no one knows if they are still alive.

The reason why it is uncertain whether they are dead or not is that the people of Luoxue Valley did not find the bodies of their three siblings when they later cleaned up the bodies of the victims of Qingshui Villa and buried them.

No one knew where the three siblings had gone.

No one heard anything about their three siblings again.

The three brothers and sisters are the same as the name Qingshui Villa, and they have completely disappeared from the rivers and lakes since then.

I don't know how long they have been running, and I don't know where they have been.

The house was dark and damp. When Yang Xiaofeng woke up, he could only feel that he was lying on the hard floor.

Outside, there was a deathly silence. There was a bustling noise in the corner, and I guess it was a mouse.

What is this place?

He didn't know, but he knew he was alive.

Yang Xiaofeng struggled to get up, and immediately fell heavily to the ground. He then got up again, and of course fell again. He got up again, and fell hard again to the .......

Once, twice, three times .......

Dozens of times later, he still got up. Holding on to the wooden table, he barely stood still, he didn't have any strength in his body, he hadn't even drunk a sip of water for a long time.

The sunlight poured in through the rough wooden windows, and the ground shattered sadly.

Through the afterglow of the remnant sun, he finally saw this place clearly.

It was a very simple room, with earthen walls and grass on top, and it was empty except for a table.

His hand moved, and he touched something on the table, a large porcelain bowl full of coarse porridge.

Yang Xiaofeng laboriously picked up the bowl and drank all the porridge in one go. The porridge was as cold as ice slag.

He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his already empty stomach suddenly cramped, and he felt like he was about to vomit, but he forced it down again, because he wanted to live.

It's easy to die, and sometimes it's the hardest thing to live. And what is harder than being alive is having to live.

He had no choice.

He had to live, and he had to live.

He wants revenge.

He wants to avenge his blood for killing his relatives and destroying his family.

Now, the only thing left in his life is revenge.

God let him live just so that he could take revenge.

Revenge has become his fate, a fate that cannot be escaped.

Why is he here?

He didn't know that he didn't want to know anything other than the obsession with revenge.

Except for his relatives who died tragically, he no longer cares about anyone.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't know that at this moment, Li Muqing was standing outside the house.

He has been standing here for a long time, and he has already heard the movement in the house, which means that Yang Xiaofeng has woken up.

He knew he would wake up sooner or later.

Taking a step forward, his hand was outstretched, and he wanted to push the door open and look at him.

But after hesitating for a moment, Li Muqing's outstretched hand finally took it back, and the foot he stepped out of it was also retracted. Immediately, he strode away directly.

He still didn't go in to take a look at Yang Xiaofeng, not even a glance.

Li Muqing knew very well that although he saved Yang Xiaofeng's life from the killer's sword, whether he could live strong or not depended on the courage in his heart after all.

If he doesn't have the courage to face it, if he can't come out of his grief bravely, then, even if he is alive, he is just a walking corpse that sinks and suffers in pain.

It wasn't until a long time later that Li Muqing heard a "creak" sound behind him.

His footsteps finally stopped, and he laughed softly, and smiled comfortably. Because he knew that the voice just now was Yang Xiaofeng who opened the door.

Since he had the courage to come out of that room, it meant that he would also have enough courage to come out of the pain in his heart.

Just leave everything to time.

Problems that cannot be solved by manpower will be left to time for the time being.

The wound will always be healed by time, and then the scab will form and heal.

I believe that over time, Yang Xiaofeng will definitely change back to the original teenager, the kind, open-minded, and free and easy sunny boy.

The boy like the wind, as calm as the wind, as gentle as the wind.

Because he has always maintained a peaceful nature like the wind, and he has always had a heart as kind as the wind.