There is no way to speak of the charm of this sword. Yun Ting is not a pig. Under the pig's knife, he can only hum and cannot speak. He is a human, but at this moment, he can't speak, and is as silent as the pig to be slaughtered.

There was no time to speak, and a breath seemed to have passed tens of millions of years. The hand was slightly lowered and slowly slashed. Against the light, against the wind, against the time, and towards Yunting, bit by bit.

There was silence around. Yun Ting could clearly sense everything, but his hands and feet could not move. He moved, but it was as slow as the knife that was slashing. It took a long time to move.

It seems that he can escape? But it cannot. Although it is just a retreat. Those who know them call them stupid. Those who do not dream think they are stupid, but they are definitely not stupid. The stupid * cannot kill so many people, nor will they pursue freedom, nor will they, so stupid * persist. His stupidity and his pride can make him take a step back! They can only move forward constantly, even if they are standing still, it is a shame.

If there is a wall, then you will hit it; if there is a river, then you will flow; if there is a mountain, then you will climb it; if there is a lake, then you will swim. They have not retreated, and even if they die, they will not retreat. They have stood up for so long, and their backs do not bend, and they will not retreat, or avoid them. Anyway, they will die after living, so they will die while standing, die faster, and they will die sooner, and they will die. They are all dead, so why should they be afraid of death?

Everything about the knife was clearly reflected in Yun Ting's eyes. The mouths of the people around him slowly opened wide at this time, and tiny syllables came out of his throat, but they became separate sounds. He saw Yun Xian, the panicked eyes, and the feet he stepped forward.

There is also a toad that eats phoenixes. Its strong body has not yet subsided, but its eyes are almost the same as Zhang Fei's eyes, which is quite like a leopard head and eye-rolling. Of course, his mouth is also wide open, and Yun Ting can probably stuff four or five j eggs in it. Of course, what Yun Ting thinks is even more ridiculous is that he actually notices this at this time, and he also thinks of the scene where the toad that eats phoenixes is stuffed with j eggs in his mouth.

Yun Ting saw it, but he didn't see it. The cold and harsh gaze of Meng Shenji behind him was trusted and there was something else I didn't know. He didn't see it, so his eyes moved, saw the sky, the white clouds under the blue sky and the sunshine.

It soon became dark and he could not see anything.

"Fengxiao, do you still want to go?" The lights swayed in the Wuhou Mansion. He sat upright in the hall and asked softly.

The autumn wind was rising outside, whirling and rustling, whirling. There were black shadows everywhere, like beasts and ghosts, staring at the brightly lit room.

Guo Jia sat down and heard Yun Ting's words, but he raised his head and smiled faintly. The wind and clouds were pale. There was a trace of blood on his pale face. Although he could not see the handsomeness and handsomeness of the past, he had a more pathological beauty.

He said, "I'm going."

The wick was shaking violently. After a while of light and darkness, Yun Ting, who was sitting on the soft couch, closed his eyes. At this moment, he did not look at the panel, nor did he look at the so-called digitized Guo Jia, the loyalty shown by numbers.

In Yun Ting's eyes, these "things" composed of a large string of symbolic data have long been human. And he did not consider whether Guo Jia would escape or move forward.

"You can't go." He pressed his hand on the soft couch and pressed a piece of cloth.

"Why?" Guo Jia asked.

Yun Ting opened his eyes, looked at Guo Jia seriously, and said, "I will die."

"If you don't go, you will die." Guo Jia seemed to shrink his body because of the cold. He calmly took out his handkerchief, covered his palms with his mouth, and coughed a few times.

"I won't let you die." Yun Ting said.

But he didn't see that Guo Jia's face became paler in the dark, and there were a few more red blood on the handkerchief. Like a few cold plum blossoms, they bloomed brightly in the white snow, extremely brilliant.

"I will die if I go or not." Guo Jia smiled bitterly and added something to his heart. However, the handkerchief had been retracted from his sleeve, without letting Yun Ting see any trace.

"I'll ask Ziyi to accompany you, he can protect you."

"Remember, remember that you cannot die. No matter whether you succeed or fail, you cannot die."

"Haha." Guo Jia smiled, and the place on his face was shining with candlelight was particularly bright. His smile was like spring breeze, bathed in life after death, with a faint warm color.

"If the old poisonous snake doesn't die, how could I die?" He said, revealing the shiny teeth in his mouth.

Yun Ting didn't expect that this was his last conversation with Guo Jia. This man who was a little cunning, liked to drink and had some flowers left like this. It was not until he stood on the city wall and looked at the attacking army that he suddenly thought of what Guo Jia said, and also the blood inside the lights that night.

The old poisonous snake died, and the poisonous snake that likes to hide in the d, pull out the grass, and beat the drafting will never be frightened. I remember that he was afraid of death because he was old, so he was afraid of death, but he still died. It seemed that he had never been afraid of it and had never been so tolerant.

He was a snake, and he should have been hiding in sewing slipperyly, but he didn't.

Then there is Guo Fengxiao, who, as he said, if the old poisonous snake does not die, he will not die. But if the old poisonous snake dies, he will also die, dead in the place where the autumn rain is gone.

Guo Jia once said that he hopes to die suddenly, rather than the kind of death that has to struggle for a long time, and all he wants is a moment. People like him, who come suddenly and drink suddenly should die suddenly, without leaving a name for themselves.

"It's really cool." Yun Ting murmured, blood-colored tears dripping from his eyes. It hurt slightly, with a deep astringent feeling. However, he did not close his eyes, but opened his eyes wide and looked down. Seeing a blood-colored world, the center of it, he seemed to have seen three blood-colored people.

The old poisonous snake, Guo Fengxiao, and Taishi Ziyi seemed to be standing there.

So in the end, who else is going to die?

Yun Ting lowered his head and saw the few drops of crystal blood rolling on the city wall. From inside, he saw himself. The man in a gorgeous robe and a dull look.

"At that time, I was dead."

"But I died once, how could I die the second time? What's more, they only have one! I'm afraid of death, I'm not afraid of myself, I'm afraid of others."

"So, I can't die, you'll die!"

Yun Ting's eyes were red and hissed, and his heart was roaring inside his body, and blood was boiling. Again and again, he rushed into the deepest part of his heart.

He will not retreat! This time, it will not make people cry or cry again.

The green jar sword made a low sound, and the sounds were all sucked by desire. The sword stood up, Yun Ting's hand, holding the sword, fell into the wind, facing the falling sword. His long hair was blowing loosely, revealing his eyes that had never been dull and always bright in this life.

He is dissatisfied!

I died yesterday, and if I were reborn today, I would not die again. Yun Ting's sword, with pure persistence, hit Wang Meng's sword.
Chapter completed!