White snow, white horses, white clothes, in this white world, a person knelt down, and said in his almost pure voice: "Kill me." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Huo Yuanjia's calm eyes looked at the knight, through his body, at the clear blue sky, at the clouds floating in the air.

There was compassion on his face, and this look of compassion combined with his thin body made people feel funny, a thin man like a monkey, this man who seemed to have not even solved the problem of food and clothing, had compassion on his face.

If that look is good, it's normal, but it does give people a feeling of compassion, even if you close your eyes, this feeling still drills into your head.

At this time, expressions have become false, and the properties of various things, such as shape, size, and extensionality, seem to have become false, and only that feeling drills into the head all the time.

The feeling of not being supported, the feeling that arises out of thin air, and the feeling that suddenly gets into his head, looks more like a fake, but Wu Gui, who feels this, is unwilling and unable to doubt him.

Doubting one's own feelings is very likely to make oneself deeply in doubt, how can a person who thinks about things and does not understand the truth implement his own Tao and trust his own Tao.

The lost path of seeking the Tao is better for a warrior and a person who wants to see the mountains, it is better to die early.

Therefore, Wu Gui can only believe in this feeling born from the bottom of his heart, and really believe it, unless he can find conclusive evidence that this feeling comes from hallucinations or falsehoods.

This feeling swirled in Wu Gui's heart and disappeared immediately.

Huo Yuanjia in the light curtain stood up, and the knight on the white horse walked away little by little in the wind and snow.

"I can't kill you, I only kill those who deserve to be killed. The knight's words drifted from afar, echoing in the snow.

Huo Yuanjia patted the snow on his body, looked at his thin body, smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said, "The person who should be killed, I killed so many people, shouldn't I die?" ”

"Perhaps, I still have a reason to live. Huo Yuanjia closed his eyes, focusing on his heart, looking for a reason why he was still alive.

Parents, family, affection, friendship, love, dreams, etc., count them one by one, each of them is a reason for him to live, and if he listens to these, he doesn't have to die.

But Huo Yuanjia always felt that those were not enough, even if they were added together, they couldn't let themselves live, if there were fetters, they didn't have to die, there would be dead people in this world.

If he killed so many people and could still live well, would the living Huo Yuanjia still be himself, Huo Yuanjia asked himself over and over again, but he couldn't find the answer.

Yes, at the beginning, Huo Yuanjia hypnotized himself, in order to kill Wu Gui, everything he did was to prepare for killing Wu Gui.

The more you trust Wu Gui, the more humble you are in front of him, and the more likely you are to kill Wu Gui.

This is what he summed up in the battles he has experienced, this world, this Wu Gui's way of doing things, is like a stereotypical reaction, as long as there is a suitable response, he can successfully kill him.

Indeed, after all that has been experienced, at the height of humility and trust, the accident that occurred at the same time as hypnosis was stimulated.

Wu Gui died in an accident, and the humble Huo Yuanjia died with Wu Gui, and it took three years for Huo Yuanjia to wake up again.

That memory, that memory of killing, that memory of losing humanity, woke up with Huo Yuanjia, and he became a part of Huo Yuanjia, a part that could not be separated.

Huo Yuanjia opened his eyes, looked resolute, picked up a knife that was three years old, and touched it lightly on his neck, Huo Yuanjia's body fell to the ground like goose feathers.

Huo Yuanjia closed his eyes and thought about everything that Wu Gui felt, and through that light curtain, Wu Gui clearly saw Huo Yuanjia's heart, a piece of visually unknowable attributes, through the translation of the spirit, let Wu Gui understand.

Huo Yuanjia died, but his image was established in Wu Gui's heart one by one.

In order to eliminate evil, establish a false personality, and abide by his beliefs, Huo Yuanjia undertook everything about the false personality, this is Huo Yuanjia, Huo Yuanjia who stood up again in Wu Gui's heart.

Wu Gui was influenced by Huo Yuanjia and forgot one thing, when he chose to construct this false personality, he should have expected everything now, he should have understood that his hands would be stained with blood.

Huo Yuanjia forgot this point when he thought about it in the end, when he made his choice, he did take into account that he would kill some people, but he didn't expect that he would kill so many people, he would go so far, and the quantitative change would produce qualitative change, and the accumulated evil made Huo Yuanjia unbearable, so he unconsciously ignored it when he thought about it.

Wu Gui's heart is very complicated, and thousands of emotions are intertwined in his mind, sadness, resentment, consternation, joy, worship, and so on.

Under the influence of these emotions, he couldn't do anything, and he wouldn't do anything, just stared blankly at the light curtain.

The clear blue sky, wrapped around the earth, snuggled up to the clouds in its arms, coquettishly to it, left and right, like a child looking for candy from its mother, pulling its mother's arm and shaking.

Snowflakes fell on the trees in the shaking, and the snowflakes became thicker and thicker, and suddenly, with a creak, the branches that had long been bent down flicked violently, and the snow fell to the ground like a sea of sand poured out of a truck.

In such weather, there are birds moving in the forest, as if playing a game, the birds are jumping on the branches, shaking off the snowflakes on them, and flying to other branches, which looks extremely strange.

On the slope of the hill beside the road, there is a steep stone, which is very abrupt on the flat snow, and the continuous snow has covered it, and it looks like a snowman, if you stick some fruit in your face and a few branches in your hands, it will be even more like.

Huo Yuanjia's body, in such snow, disappeared, and the snow was spread smoothly on the road, and his body could be buried everywhere, or nothing.

The knight, who had gone away, suddenly reappeared on this road, and immediately hung an extra bell, adding the sound of jingling bells in the wind and snow.

The horse's hooves were obscured by the snow, and each step looked extremely laborious, and before it had taken a few steps, the wind and snow covered its previous footprints.

If this is a plain, if someone is bored and spins around the ground a few times, when he looks around again, he will not be able to tell the direction. Luckily, there are significant signs on the road, with stones, trees, and rolling hillsides.

The horse walked forward step by step, unhurriedly, until the knight patted it on the neck.

The knight jumped off the white horse and landed lightly on the snow, standing on the snow with his feet as if he were stepping on flat ground. The knight bowed a handful of snow on the ground and scattered it in the air.

"I only kill those who deserve to be killed. With that, the knight disappeared into the white world.