The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful - Chapter 118

A sword wears a heart, and the nine-lamp lamp is as tight as a string, and the life is broken.

He was lying on the ground, his palms curled up, like what he was holding, and whispered, “… brother, brother.”

Xu Xingzhi didn’t want to listen to the words of this person before his death. He leaned over and wanted to pick up his own blade, but he shook his eyes. After two consecutive swords, it was easy to hold tight and immediately pushed out the door. The nine lights were locked in the heavy temple door.

… This is the second time that the Qingzhu Temple in Xu Xingzhi’s memory saw blood, once was the master who raised him, and once was the younger brother who was raised by him.

Both of them were buried in their own hands, and probably only the word “冤孽” can be explained.

Xu Xingzhi sat down along the door and took off.

Fang Cai’s sword picked up the dust of his memory. He looked around and looked at the direction of the school yard. He remembered the high platform there. He once held the thin waist of the nine lights and held his right hand. Leap, teach him the method of transporting swords, two pieces of flying birds like a flying entanglement wrapped in a place, as if the wind has laid a concentric knot.

Xu Xingzhi vaguely thought, the nine lights of the year and now, is the same hand used to hold the sword?

Soon, he heard the sound of the belt dragging in the hall behind him. The reverberation of flesh and masonry rubbed Xu Xingzhi’s sadly biting his teeth, turning to the beginning and swallowing all the emotions. in.

The inside of the door held a breath of light back to the light, and both hands and feet climbed to the door, but could no longer push the door open.

He knocked on the door twice before he climbed the bulge of the bolt and straightened up, supporting the broken body with a half shoulder and swaying his head against the ebony threshold.

The two were separated by a thick wooden door. The stars that came from the ages of the ancients fell and were projected into the room, forming a distinct yin and yang double shadow inside and outside the temple.

Xu Xingzhi’s heart was raised.

There is only one “brother” on the other side, and you can get rid of Xu Xingzhi’s half heart. However, the Jiuzhi lamp has no such call, just a dumb scorpion, a mosquito-like cockroach: “…senior brother.”

Xu Xingzhi’s heart was cold and trembling, and the backhand touched the lower back. There was a snake seal that had been so painful to him. Although he had smashed a layer of flesh on his face, he still touched it. It can smooth the serpentine lines between the scars.

He asked himself and regretted it.

Regret to stop the snake print for him, regret that he did not kill him when he was awakened by the blood of his magic path?

Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth and threw the doubts in his heart to the people in the door: “… Jiuzhi Deng, I asked you, have you ever regretted it?”

Upon hearing this question, the nine branches of light illuminate the thin eyes.

…… Everything has a fateful number, and the four doors are getting weaker. He can replace it and live in the magic road. He can push the magic road on the right track, wash his identity, and stop four. What is the killing of the brothers?

Even if he changes to this day, he will still do such a thing.

He said: “… counterattack four doors, I never regret it.”

Xu Xingzhi’s throat was hot, and he hadn’t swallowed the scent of the scent. The sound of nine lights was heard again behind him: “The only thing I regret is, why… I have to waste so much time, why should I take it? Guess the truth…”

Jiuzhi lamp held his cold chest and looked cold and squinted and smiled.

Brother, this heart, riddled with holes and sores, but it really likes you.

Xu Xingzhi leaned his head backwards, and the tears slid down the corners of his eyes, hot like blood.

The strength of the Jiuzhi lamp was exhausted, and gradually nothing could be seen. He reached out and explored in the darkness, and the neat nails were scratched on the ground.

He began to swear and he couldn’t hear what he was saying.

He only knows that he misses the warmth and snow, and misses the corpse that knows all his despicable stories and becomes his friend after he died.

He felt that Sun Yuanzhou was also very good. He only really knew him in the last month of his life. It was really late.

Jiuzhi Deng said with a sigh of relief: “Warm snow dust, I left tea for him…”

He cooked a month of tea, but he could not wait until he came back from the wild and saw his last side.

After he read the words “Wen Xuechen”, the temple door was opened from the outside. When the chest slammed, he knocked him to the ground and slipped a few feet away.

The name read out from nine lights mouth, so Xu give birth to endless rows of anger, just want to punch him.

He did do this too.

Xu Xingzhi took the wooden hand and hooked the nine-light collar. He suddenly picked him up from the ground, rounded his left hand, and slammed his face into the face of the nine lights.

Then, he slammed the nine lights on the ground, and smashed it several times without any heads. Every time he went to the most vulnerable place on his head, he wanted to kill him.

However, with a hit, Xu Xingzhi’s fist could not go down.

His fists were stained with nearly exhausted pale pink blood, nine lights.

… is that he has flowed out of a child who has been cherished and treasured like a treasure in his hand.

Xu Xingzhi’s throat was tightened, and he breathed a few breaths. He leaned over his fist and put his fist on the side of Jiuzhi’s lamp. His voice trembled in an adult shape: “Nine lights, you fucking…”

The nine branches of the lamp lie down on the ground, a body that drained blood was light and humiliated, and when he heard the accusation of Xu Xingzhi, he frowned angrily: “…Senior, sorry.”

……”Sorry”.

In the 13 years of heavy light, Beinan, Qu Chi, Rugao, the lives of two thousand disciples in Qingliang Valley, many righteous disciples who have been displaced, in the view of Jiuzhi Deng, all of them are not “sorry”, just One sentence “no regrets”.

How can you have your own morality, can you stand up to this person and apologize?

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in Xu Xingzhi’s heart.

After the powerlessness, Xu Xingzhi’s tight limbs gradually relaxed, holding back the sour feeling in the mouth and bursting into the head of the nine branches of lights, dangling, watching the gesture like a beggar baby.

He knows that the nine lights are really not working.

Xu Xingzhi really hated him and really hurt him. The painful hate is the same person, he can’t deny this.

Killing and killing, playing and fighting, he did not have the strength to hate again, a heart in the tired and instead derived a silky tenderness.

Lying in the arms of Xu Xing, the Jiuzhi lamp has lost all consciousness.

In his opinion, he has floated in a comfortable and soft dream.

His cold, blue fingers grabbed his clothes and hung his head in the arms of Xu Xing, imagining a pair of eyes and asking: “Brother, if I didn’t live in the magic, what would I look like?”

Xu Xingzhi said in his heart, if that is the case, you will be a better child.

But he did not speak, only quietly holding him.

Jiuzhi’s lamp was stunned, and Xu Xingzhi was still outside the door. He turned his face toward the cemetery door of the temple, and spoke to him. He asked the child’s cub, and asked: “… brother, world book… Is there a real thing in the world book? It can be written, it can be written, and history can be changed…”

This is a question he has not figured out.

He wants to make a clear distinction before he dies.

After a long silence, Xu Xingzhi whispered a low voice, and the right to answer.

The eyes of the Jiuzhi lamp lit up slightly, struggling for a moment, facing the red and white face, trying to open his eyes: “So… can you bother your brother, rewrite a good start for me?”

Xu Xingzhi’s left hand resting on the shoulder of Jiuzhi’s lamp slowly tightened.

Nine lights whispered: “…the small lights are not greedy. I only want a common fireworks. When I was 13 or 14 years old, I had a temper with my family, left home, had no money to eat, and was returned to my brother. In the middle of the mountain… In that case, nothing will happen, right?”

Listening to his vision of hope and childishness, Xu Xingzhi’s throat whispered.

But he smoothly turned the cry into a cough, coughing and clasping his head and saying, “Okay. Write to you. Brother… write to you.”

The nine branches of the lamp have not been able to gather the sound well. I only feel that the promise is floating into the ear from all directions, echoing, and I am delighted to find a hand in the direction of the door, as if my dirty history has It was written off by a huge number of pens: “Then… the nine lights that are clean, waiting for the brothers to pick up at that time. Brother, you must come.”

His last breath, with the word “come”, slowly called out.

Xu Xingzhi’s eyes are like ink on his eyes, and the latter’s eyes are gradually disappearing.

… He was deceived by Xu Xingzhi and went to the feast of death with false hopes.

In fact, the nine lights to death do not know that they are dead in the arms of Xu Xing.

Xu Xingzhi held his chilling body and thought a lot, and he didn’t seem to think about anything.

He pulled the chaotic front of the nine lights and touched him. He was pierced by a hole in his chest. The skin was turned out and the skin was white and swollen. Xu Xingzhi felt that there was still a little heat, and he used his palm. Go up.

Soon, the heat is also invisible.

… dead, really dead.

Xu Xingzhi placed the body of the Jiuzhi lamp on the ground and looked at his half-open and half-closed eyes. He said to himself: “The nine branches of lights, you listen well, today I went out to the Qingzhu Temple, and I am not in this life.” I will drop a tear for you again.”

After saying this, Xu Xingzhi covered his face, his shoulders shook, and he cried.

In the distance, there were firecrackers and thick night bells were sent together. In the sound of the sizzling, the thick door of the Qingzhu Temple was reopened.

Xu Xingzhi walked out from the temple, and there was a bamboo fracture fan at the waist. The left hand was carrying a sword with nine lights, and the head did not go back to the outside.

As he said, his eyes were dry and there was no more tears.

He walked under the infinite starry sky, as if he had returned to the year when the Jiuzhi lamp had just entered the mountain. When he first watched the star, it was also such a clear weather, and the mountains and rivers were picturesque and the stars were shining.

But Xu Xingzhi knows what year to come.

Sixteen years have passed, and the first day of Tianding’s seventeen years has come.

The giant of history has never been in the hands of any one. It is slowly pushing forward, regardless of the ancients, and does not care about the coming. It only believes in a wave and gives a golden dawn in the sky.

… Although Zhu Yan is easy to change, it is good to be hot and cold.

The Fengling Mountain changed its strings overnight, and the disciples who entered and changed changed a number of faces. The old appearance of thirteen years ago was seen today, but it became a new face.

On a hill adjacent to Fengling Mountain, he sat on a tree and looked at the busy disciples. He knew that the door had changed the world invisibly.

He picked up a wild mountain jujube that was covered with hail. When he had just smashed his mouth, he was sour and dipped, and almost vomited and spit out the fruit.

Fortunately, he quickly controlled his facial expressions, licking the sour juice on his teeth, hiding the bitten fruit in his hand, pretending to be finished, taking another one and throwing it to another short Xu Pingsheng sitting on the tree: “Hold.”

Xu Pingsheng took it and took a big bite.

Although he does not know the pain, but his tongue is good and still useful, this tears will be smashed down, and the inhalation of the cockroach is like swallowing a large mouthful of pepper.

On the fourth day, Xu Pingsheng, who was sore and sorrowful, was happy, and he was happy to shoot his thighs.

Xu Pingsheng glanced at him, Wang Wang two tears, hooked his body to pick the date with ice on the tip.

He was quite puzzled and called him: “Hey, are you still addicted?”

Xu Pingsheng took twenty more breaths and said: “This he loves to eat. Keep him.”

It was reminded by Xu Pingsheng that he only remembered that Xu Xingzhi had a slap in the tongue and loved to eat sour.

He rubbed his hair and asked Xu Ping to live: “Hey, you know who went with us that day and picked up the people at the end of the mountain, who is the one who took the fan?”

Xu Pingsheng bowed his head and plucked the date, wiped off the frost on it, and threw out the long-striped pick: “…is very like a person.”

He told him: “He is Xu Xingzhi.”

However, the corpse has a set of stubborn and organized ideas, as does Xu Pingsheng.

“He’s not. It’s only so small.” He stroked his knee.

“…that person, that’s high.” He went to the top of his head for three inches, and then looked at the fool with the look of a fool.

I was worried about the eyebrows, but I still felt trouble when I thought about it.

He jumped out of the branches and walked.

Xu Pingsheng sat in the tip and asked him: “Where to go?”

He said: “Send you home.”

Xu Pingsheng is very surprised: “Is it not from the end of the mountain?”

The four fingers pointed to the direction of the Fengling Mountain where the disciples sneaked in and out: “No, it is there.”

Xu Pingsheng licked his head: “Where is that?”

卅 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹 弹. I haven’t accepted you long ago. They are all back to the wind, you are not going back quickly?”

“…moving?” Xu Pingsheng thought for a long time and gave a conjecture ignorantly.

When I thought about this statement, I couldn’t pick it up. I followed his words: “Yes, move.”

Xu Pingsheng held the branch and looked down at the fourth. The rough stitching marks on his neck were not very beautiful: “My bedding…”

On Thursday, I felt that I was talking to Xu Pingsheng with my neck and talking. I took the back neck and kicked it twice and said, “When you arrive at a new home, people will give you a new one. Don’t worry about your broken cotton….哎哟Can you move your hips and hurry down? My neck is sour.”

Xu Pingsheng naturally has three points more delicate than others. He sensitively noticed that he did not mention himself at all: “…that you.”

The fourth is inexplicable: “What am I?”

Xu Pingsheng asked: “Are you also moving?”

He took a handful of his own head and smiled with no heart: “I am not a four-door person. How do you move in?”

Xu Pingsheng heard the words, and unconsciously grasped the branches of the sour jujube thorns, and took out the blood from the palm of his hand.

Yan Si did not notice Yin Hong, who was thrown out of Xu Pingsheng’s heart. He said: “But then, people who are looking for me more than swords are afraid to change more. You have a family to go back, no need to be with me. Running east and west, do you say this is the right thing?”

Xu Pingsheng asked the bottom: “Why, how many people will find you than the sword?”

Yan Si asked very easily and said: “…Do you know what is a traitor?”

If the magic road is defeated, it will not be easy to give up. The most vengeful revenge is the fierce and fierce. They are not difficult to trace, and the more than two thousand “Dragons and Soldiers” who survived in the world are from The end of the mountain, but who has occupied in these years and the cultivation of the end of the mountain, who is sheltered and sheltered this door, is simply at a glance.

As a sinner of the Magic Road, after he completed his promises with his friends, he also exiled himself. There is no need to bring Xu Pingsheng to sin.

Seeing that Xu Pingsheng is still puzzled, he waved his hand and revealed a smile that was indifferent: “Forget it, you don’t understand it. Come down, I will send you back.”

Xu Pingsheng is like an old man sitting on the ground, kneeling on the tree, with one eye lit in black, one eye in the crow, silently watching him, not moving or snoring.

Yan Si quite inexplicably slammed the tree: “Hey, come down…. Don’t force me to go up and pick you down.”

Xu Pingsheng still does not move, it is very dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing that the intimidation is not successful, I changed my lips and changed my lips to a lure. “Do you know? You can’t do it… It’s wrong, it’s like your brother, and your Yuanshi sister is in Fengling Mountain. You are willing to Don’t go?”

I heard the news that both of them were there. Xu Pingsheng finally moved his ass, but his eyes are still deep in doubt: “…lie me.”

In the face of these disobedient corpses, the fourth is a big two, and is very resistant to sex: “Do not lie to you, really. I will take you to see. Come, come down.”

After all, he reached out to Xu Pingsheng and took a trick with relatives.

Yan Si believes that he has never been a child since he was a child.

Xu Pingsheng finally loosened a little, twisting his body and hanging a pair of feet down the frost.

But when he noticed the fine light in his eyes, he immediately felt that he was not good. He just planned to take his foot back and his ankles were smashed by four: “Come down!”

Xu Pingsheng slammed down from the branches, like a big bird hit by a slingshot, and fell in the arms of his arms.

Xu Ping was angry and broke up. He started to fight in a random way. He tightened his waist and locked his hands with his hands. He laughed and said, “You will give me a lot.”

Xu Pingsheng was locked by him, and he used his eyes to smack him. There was a hint of panic about the future of the future, and he pulled his own shackles, which was smashed by the jujubes, trying to make him feel embarrassed by his own wolf. Responsible: “The clothes are broken.”

He grabbed Xu Pingsheng’s waist with a roll of mats and walked down the mountain with his long legs: “I will sew you.”

“You sewed too ugly.”

Some of the business materials that were out of Xu Ping’s business were that they did not return their mouths. When he walked down the mountain trail, he promised: “First return to Fengling. When I arrived at Fengling, I will give you clothes.”

… left and right is the last time.

The author has something to say: objectively state the life of the nine lights.

The blood of the young demon did not awaken, was not seen by the magic, and was thrown to the four doors to be protons.

Among the four gates, Cheng Mende, who was sheltered by Xu Xing, but the four doors did not accept him, regarded him as a different kind. (See the celestial ratio when he was humiliated by Cheng Ding, no one except his brother.)

After the difference of one thought, the blood of the magic road awakened, and was involved in the tide of the battle of the magic, and was forced by a force to take the mother’s life and take it away from Fengling.

In order to stand side by side with Xu Xingzhi, he became the leader of the Magic Road in the midst of swaying, and was gradually absorbed by the paranoid heart during this period.

Wen Xuechen was married. He learned the brothers and Meng Zhongguang’s affairs. He was miserable. Under the drunkenness, he accidentally revealed the secrets of his brother to the ambitious Liuyunhe.

In the next period of time, he was in a difficult situation, and the magic road was chaotic everywhere, urging him to counterattack the right path and prove his loyalty. He bounced one by one and didn’t want to mess.

The six-cloud crane plan was successful, Xu Xingzhi was framed, and Qing Jingjun died. He fell into the frenzy of self-blame, but inspired by Liu Yunhe, he moved his ambitions.

Master and his brother are not there. He has delivered many famous posts and is sinking into the sea.

He couldn’t go back to the four gates, tampering with his own plots, plotting for the Magic Road, and plotting for the four brothers who were chasing them.

He slaughtered the cool valley and did not intend to cause the death of Wen Xuechen.

Afterwards, he robbed his body, refining it as a corpse, and staying on his side as a companion.

He put Zhou’s brothers and sisters and other rebellious disciples into the wild, indirectly causing Qu Chi to be beaten, directly promoting the madness of Guangfujun, the prisoner brother, sleepy and heavy, and his wrists are extremely hot.

He ruled the world for thirteen years, the world is peaceful, the **** sect of the blood is greatly cut off, trying to maintain the orthodox status of the magic road, wanting to make the magic road to benefit the sacred things, but was ridiculed by the magic road, and devoted himself to the ice for more than a decade.

Thirteen years later, Xu Xingzhi in the illusion was put into the wild by Wen Xuechen. When he met Meng Zhongguang, he knew that the general trend had gone. He chose to die under the sword of Xu Xing in extreme exhaustion.

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This is the life of the Jiuzhi lamp. It is disgusting and hateful. It is a pity, and the blessings and graces of this life, he has already enjoyed enough and made enough.

I hope he rests in peace.