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Although this inn is small, but the backyard accommodation is also quiet, the shopkeeper used to be a reader, but the small backyard is arranged with a full fragrance of books, different from the worldly atmosphere of ordinary inns, there is a different taste.

Luo Xiaosang sat on the bed and stared at the black ruler suspended in front of him.

This black ruler connected to his own flesh and blood always seems to surprise himself with something. Originally, I just regarded it as a relic of the unknown predecessor in the back mountain of Zhuan Tian Peak, but I didn't expect it to be used as a weapon, and the more I fought, the stronger it became.

Recalling the battle with Song Piaoxue in the hilltop square that day, the earth-shattering picture, this small black ruler can compete with such divine soldiers as Canglang, if it is not for personal experience, it is really unbelievable.

Luo Xiaosang closed his eyes gently, in the wind, in the rain, in the thunder, what kind of eyes were there, with a little sadness, with a little otherness, seeing through everything in the world.

It is so poignant and wonderful, so imprinted in the heart, engraved in the bone marrow, and integrated into the soul.

Willingly, in this life and this life, there is such pain, lingering in the midnight dream, carved on the three-life stone, thousands of years.

Luo Xiaosang sighed softly, and with a slight move, the black ruler flashed with black, red and gold, and slowly flew to Luo Xiaosang's hand. The feeling of flesh and blood connected, the black ruler seemed to convey a gentle comfort.

Luo Xiaosang smiled lightly and turned the black ruler around a few times. This black ruler, since the last time I heard the bad news of the master, in the heavy rain in the square in front of the palace and the black beads given by the old monk inexplicably, but the terrible evil aura and the killing intent that destroyed everything in the world have disappeared since then, I don't know if it has disappeared since then or is just restrained.

Thinking of the kind old monk in the back mountain of Panjia Village, I don't know where he is now, if I see him again, once he asks about the whereabouts of the black beads, I really don't know how to answer.

Panjia Village, Master, that's another nightmare. Who the hell is it? Who is it that brutally slaughtered a small mountain village that has no quarrel with the world? Now that he is no longer the ignorant young man who only knew how to watch his fellow senior brother Yujian fly into the sky and stand on the ground and dream, he must find a way to investigate this matter thoroughly and avenge the master and the villagers of Panjia Village.

Thinking of the tragic situation in Panjia Village, Luo Xiaosang felt a wave of resentment in his heart, and the black ruler seemed to understand Luo Xiaosang's mood at this time, the flashing red, black and gold colors were brighter, and the ruler body slowly overflowed with black gas.

It's a pity that there is no one else in the room except Luo Xiaosang, if not, you can perceive that there is a vague evil aura and killing intent in the room, and there is a state of prosperity, and Luo Xiaosang's eyes are blood red bit by bit.

"Ming!" Luo Xiaosang's change startled Bai Yu, who was resting at the head of the bed, and Bai Yu screamed sharply, Luo Xiaosang's Lingtai was cleared, his hand was shocked, and he let go of the black ruler.

The black gas suddenly submerged into the ruler's body, and the red, black and gold colors that flashed on the ruler's body disappeared, and with a "ding", the black ruler fell to the ground and rolled by the window.

Luo Xiaosang patted the white feather that fell on his shoulder, signaling that he was fine. Go to the window and pick up the black ruler that has rolled to the ground.

There was a sound of rain outside the window, and it turned out that it was raining.

Luo Xiaosang gently opened the window and door, and the rain came in his face. The drizzle of early summer, with a little warmth and coldness, is full of the fragrance of the earth, like the murmur and babbling between lovers, so silently moistened people's hearts.

Unable to sleep left and right, Luo Xiaosang simply walked out of the room and stepped into the small courtyard in front of the room.

The rain is getting smaller, the small stone road in the courtyard has long been wet by the rain, and the weeds among the stones are tenaciously showing the spring mood, telling the world the original intention of green.

The dwarf bushes on both sides of the small stone road are not just any kind of plants, but in the middle of summer, they will show off their style to the world, and the green clothes are dotted with a little red, revealing elegance, revealing novelty, and not falling into the vulgar.

Luo Xiaosang gently placed his hand on the flower that was stained with raindrops, and the raindrops slid and completed its embellished mission, falling into the darkness and losing its trace.

Luo Xiaosang felt a burst of guilt in his heart for no reason, just because he was greedy for that idea on a whim, but he knew that the encounter between the raindrops and the flowers, I don't know how many obstacles he broke through, tossing and turning, and he was fortunate for a while.

I don't know how long it took to think about it like this, until ......

"Fool!"

Luo Xiaosang was shocked, and he didn't know how many raindrops he had shaken, but he didn't have time to care about it anymore, just because of this sound...... Luo Xiaosang raised his head suddenly, in the hazy season of smoke and rain, at the other end of the small stone road, I don't know when, there was a blue figure standing in the lake.

The dark night can't smear half of her fair skin, the black silk reaches her waist, the skirt sways gently in the wind, and the hair between the temples gently brushes the corners of her slightly upturned mouth, telling the infinite tenderness of her eyes, reflecting a figure in Tsing Yi.

She held a pale green paper umbrella, and just like that, she gently stretched out her delicate hand, picked a small red flower, put it under her nose, and sniffed it slightly.

The faint fragrance of flowers, the faint fragrance of spring mud, she smiled, like a quiet orchid blooming at night, full of color.

She looked up at the young man in Tsing Yi on the other side who was motionless and only knew how to look at her blankly, but the smile in her eyes was even stronger, she raised the little red flower in her hand, and said, "Let me ask you, what were you thinking about caressing it just now?"

Luo Xiaosang's mind was blank at this time, and he just replied instinctively: "I was thinking that it finally met the raindrops, but it could only meet for a while, which is too unfair." ”

"That~" Her jet-black contact lenses turned around, and then asked: "If it were you, would you choose a beautiful moment or a blank eternity?"

Luo Xiaosang was speechless for a while, and after a while, he squeezed out a few words from his blank mind and said, "I don't know, I just know that you shouldn't pick it, so that it can enjoy more time together." ”

She raised the little red flower to her nose again, as if talking to herself, and seemed to say to Luo Xiaosang: "If it were me, I would choose a beautiful moment, that is the meaning of life." ”

After speaking, under Luo Xiaosang's stunned gaze, he pinched the little red flower into pieces, slipped from between his fingers, and disappeared into the darkness with red dots.

"Ah!" Luo Xiaosang exhaled lightly and said hurriedly, "Why do you want to be like this?"

She held the paper umbrella in her hand, half-turned, and the black silk and the rain silk were mixed into the most beautiful scenery tonight, and said lightly: "Since it has completed the meaning of life, it doesn't matter if it stays in the world or not." ”

In the night, I don't know who called "Ling'er!"

The half-turned body trembled, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around, and the blue shadow of the lake disappeared into the night haze step by step.

The rain seemed to be heavy again, slowly wetting Luo Xiaosang's Tsing Yi, but now Luo Xiaosang stared at the direction of Lan Ying's departure, a thousand words, like a stalk in his throat, until he didn't know how long, he gently called out: "Lan ......!"