On the edge of the Western Regions, the wind is bone-chilling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Deserted city.

A lonely and desolate city, where the sun does not even shine in, even in the hottest season, this is the most desolate place in the world.

The clouds in the sky did not disperse, and the road was full of withered and dying weeds.

There are people walking on the ancient road.

He wore only a thin black coat and a black knife with a strange style at his waist.

Aside from the knife, he seems to take little care of himself, and looks unusually down.

But the knife shines!

The scabbard is jet black, the hilt is jet black, and there is nothing so close to black in the world.

Black is the most lonely color, but it also symbolizes pride.

His eyes were also pitch black, like a black whirlpool, sucking all the good things into them, turning them into flames of revenge.

Is such a person lonely, or proud, or both?

Only the mad knife himself knows.

There are people in the city.

All will only be in one place.

Because this is the only place in the deserted city that has a little bit of fun.

The door of the restaurant has been opened, and the overwhelming yellow sand has swept in, as if hell is howling!

The restaurant was supposed to close today, but it had to take on such a strange guest.

He ordered a pot of wine and three plates of stir-fry. The stir-fried meat is so fragrant and delicate that you can't even tell what kind of meat it is.

But he didn't move a single chopstick.

A bearded old man next to him stared at the mad knife, the fly swam on his face full of vicissitudes, and the old man blinked, and the folds in the corner of his eye caught the fly alive.

The old man opened his mouth and said, "Wait for someone?"

Madknife nodded.

The old man said: "It's a pity that the wine and food will not wait, in this kind of weather, it only takes less than an hour, and the wine will become unpalatable." ”

Crazy Dao said: "It won't take an hour." ”

The old man laughed loudly, and his smile attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant. The old man said, "If it doesn't take an hour, how long will it take?"

- "How long will it take to cut off the heads of everyone here?"

The hand of the mad knife was already pressed on the knife.

The old man laughed even more wildly! He turned around and drew a soft iron sword, the sword was like a swimming dragon, and stabbed at the throat of the madman!

-- A flash of light.

The old man's smile had stopped, and blood spurted from his throat and spilled all over the bowl.

The mad knife lifted the old man's head with one hand, and drank the blood wine with the other.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The bearded old man was originally a well-known "life-killing soft sword Ah San" in the rivers and lakes, and a soft iron sword in his hand was used to be supernatural and invincible. But he was defeated by a sword.

Another young man in yellow walked towards the crazy knife, shaking a fan in his hand, looking like he had a partial demeanor and a handsome appearance. He said, "There are many things in the world that can be solved without a knife. ”

Crazy Knife said: "Oh?"

The young man in yellow said: "You kill me, my friend will kill you again, it's better to be kind...... the young man in yellow 's cuffs flashed with cold light, and the deadly secret weapon was about to shoot out.

Between the lightning and flint, the mad knife slashed down.

No one can describe the speed of this knife.

If there are gods and demons in heaven and earth, they can't help but lose their lustre.

A thin bloodshot suddenly appeared on the forehead of the young man in yellow, and then gradually expanded and cracked, and his whole person was actually split in two!

"It's a pity....... Your friend died yesterday. The mad knife was stained red with blood, and like a devil, he walked to the last man at the table in the corner, trembling.

It's a child.

Very small children.

No matter how you calculate it, this child is not yet fifteen years old.

But the kid was trembling and laughing! The weird, hideous smile made Madknife want to gag. The child is very sloppy, with a deformed head, wearing colorful clothes, like a Miao Jiang person.

Originally, the clothes were beautiful and beautiful, but when they were worn on such a person, there was only endless disgusting.

The child smiled distortedly and said, "Hehehehe, you have been poisoned, and the antidote is only known to me." ”

Everyone was shocked, the mad knife just drank a bowl of wine, and how could this bowl of wine be poisonous?

The child said: "You may think it is strange that the wine is indeed not poisonous, but the "Deadly Soft Sword Ah San" you killed has been poisoned, and his blood is splashed in the wine bowl, and you drink it too." The fly that was caught in the trap was a carefully bred poisonous fly, and as long as it touched it, it was poisoned. ”

Crazy Knife smiled coldly.

His smile was not only as cold as ice and snow, but also as calm as he was. He has nothing to fear.

The child was already unconscious, he suddenly reached under the table, opened the container of poisonous flies, and suddenly thousands of poisonous flies rushed towards the mad knife like a storm!

The wind and sand are even bigger.

It's like the heart-rending howl of a mother who has lost her child!

Crazy Knife walked out of the restaurant, and there was already a sea of blood behind him.

There are people in front of the restaurant.

Dongfang Shuo was also hanging here, he saw the blood on the mad knife, but he didn't look at it much.

Dongfang Shuo said: "Originally, I was going to drink. ”

Crazy knife said: "Don't talk about wine, there is no water to drink." ”

Dongfang Shuo said: "It seems that I owe you a glass of wine." ”

Madknife didn't speak, he looked into the distance, his gaze always frozen, as if there was something there that haunted him. Why did he kill these people? It's just that in a village not far away, people keep disappearing, and the septuagenarian woman cries that her granddaughter has been made alive into human flesh, a piece of roasted human flesh that still has birthmarks.

Madknife is just passing by, and no one will remember what he did, and no one will think of him as a hero.

He was so cruel that others would only think he was an executioner.

His hair was always so gray, so much like the color of a dead man.

Dongfang Shuo said: "Where are you going?"

Crazy Knife said: "Go to the end of the world." ”

Dongfang Shuo said: "Is there really an end of the world?"

Crazy Knife said: "Yes." ”

After answering his words, Madsword walked towards the inner part of the Western Regions alone, leaving heavy footprints in the yellow sand with every step he took.

Dongfang Shuo passed by him, he had already investigated many things in the Western Regions, and set off for the Central Plains.

This deserted city is the Western Regions at one end and the Central Plains at the other.

The more wars and turmoil there were in the Central Plains, the poorer the food became, and there was even a tragic situation of cannibalism.

"Did you know that cannibalism is like a hysteria, and it's addictive. The long white jade pipe exhaled layers of pure white smoke, and his eyes were more blurry and unpredictable than smoke.

He's smoking again.

He said that he would only smoke the ashes of his enemies.

The killer under the seat presented a delicate sandalwood box and said, "I am the only one in heaven and the world who respects the bone marrow of the head." ”

He couldn't open the box, knocked off the pipe, and then rubbed the bone marrow in front of his nose, and said, "Well, it's really the worst kind of tobacco." ”

He coughed violently.

People who don't smoke suddenly inhale a lot of cigarettes and smoke every day, and it's no wonder that they will aggravate their physical problems.

I can't say that I still light the fire and shake the bone marrow into the pipe.

He said, "How's the news?"

The subordinate said: "Feng Mingtang really tried his best to find the relics of the Xuanyuan clan scattered in the Qingzhou Strait in order to protect himself, they did not snatch the Divine Sword Diagram, it seems that they have seen through our plan." ”

"Naturally, they will see through my plan, they know my identity best, and they will definitely regret their original decision." ”

The subordinate continued, "And the organization is still keeping a low profile, and until now, Snow Goose is still acting according to plan. ”

I can't say: "What about Liu Qiming?"

Wei Feng had already walked into the pavilion and said, "He is tired of being an emperor, but he didn't expect that there are such people in the world, and even the emperor doesn't like to do it." Moreover, domestic disasters are frequent, many armies are struggling, and foreign enemies are eyeing each other. ”

couldn't say: "Of course he doesn't like to do it, the emperor is also the first in the world, and the person who is the first in the world is not shorter than others?"

He took a heavy drag on his cigarette, and the more his lungs ached, the more often he smoked.

The Central Plains has changed a lot, and all supplies have become scarce. He can't say that he hopes that foreign enemies will attack him, he hopes that the entire Central Plains Continent will be ruined, and all the people in the rivers and lakes will taste his pain!

Hibiscus seems to be sorry for him, can't he be a perverted person, isn't he also a miserable poor person?