Chapter 3902

The sound of the flute lasted for a long time.

The Liang family lost several lives, none of them survived.

Red everywhere, blood everywhere.

The world is full of gratitude and resentment.

Who is more sad than who, who advises who is good.

"Is it the only way you know how painful it is?" the girl leaned over with a smile and looked at him gently, her smile stained with blood.

If you don't feel it, you will feel it personally.

Yanbai has tasted the pain, suffered the pain and died by biting her teeth. She will let Liang JunShang return ten times and one hundred times.

"Yanbai..." Liang JunShang's eyes are red and full of blood. He bites blood in his mouth and has a strong smell of blood. "Are you still Yanbai?"

"No."

Liang JunShang suddenly looked up, ran Bai said calmly in each other's eyes: "Yanbai is dead and killed by you."

Liang JunShang covered his face in despair and laughed, and the tears of laughter came out. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He just felt that his life was really sad. All his beliefs collapsed overnight in the first half of his life, and what he had was destroyed by his own hands. Now, he can't love or beg. It's a bitter fruit planted.

"Now it's your turn." the girl's voice was soft and the tip of the knife was facing him.

Many people in the world are sad, not only who is the worst, but how to live is their own.

She doesn't think forgiveness is noble, and she's not afraid of hatred turning into nightmares day and night.

All the voices were quiet, everything seemed to have never happened, and there was still a strong smell of blood in the air.

"One life equals one life, which is fair." the thin figure of the fiber is getting farther and farther away. The cold wind blows through her clothes, and a ray of moonlight leaks out. The voice is distant and calm, without waves and waves: "I'm not a Buddha. Take me as a saint."

The next day,

The sky was gloomy and gray.

A man was tied to a high wooden frame.

There was still that group of people around the stage, but the people on the stage changed.

Fear and despair wrapped Feng youyou. She kept screaming and scolding, but it didn't help. Everyone pointed at her, and the torch lit the straw on the wooden frame!

Feng youyou didn't want to die. She struggled desperately. Her wrists were bloody. She watched the fire rush to her body. The burning pain of her skin made her unable to make a sound and hurt to her bones!

She didn't understand why she came to such an end.

Everything left her.

The last one has nothing.

15、 Brother Lu, Liang JunShang

In the end, she had nothing!

Feng youyou regretted it.

I really regret it.

If you do it again, she doesn't want anything. She just wants to live.

In a trance, Feng youyou seems to see a girl being burned by a fire on a wooden frame. There are no bones left. That face is Yanbai!

Feng youyou burst into laughter. Her body was distorted by the fire, and her tears fell down. At the last glance swallowed by the fire, she seemed to see a black shadow, and her eyes were spotless.

After Feng youyou's death, ranbai turns around and leaves quietly. She comes to an empty place and stops.

"Have you followed me for so long?"

The boy came out slowly, holding the sword silently, with a bright red rope between his wrists.

Quiet for a long time, the two stood opposite each other, the wind passed through, and the weather was slightly cold.

For a long time, fifteen people opened their mouths, their voice was very hoarse, and their dark eyes looked at ran Bai. "Do you remember saving a little beggar when you were a child?"

"Remember," ran Bai said coldly.

The young man drooped his eyelashes slightly, his eyelashes trembled constantly, his fingers clenched the sword in his arms, his knuckles were white, and he didn't even have the courage to tell her the truth.

"It's you."

The young man suddenly raised his eyes. His eyes were stunned. He stared at dye white. His eyes didn't blink. His heart was always slow and cold. His beating strength was out of control. His voice was hoarse and dry: "... You know?"

Ran Bai's eyes were shallow and silent.

"You regret saving me." the young man smiled with self mockery. His eyes were quiet and broken, faintly red. A heart that knew nothing about the world tasted the taste of pain for the first time. He had a shallow breath and a light voice.

"Aunt Qiu died under your hand, how can she not regret?" ranbai said: "if Yanbai knew that the person she saved with kindness would kill aunt Qiu in the future, she would not save again."

Sure enough.

Sure enough.

The young man was insensitive and wandering all his life. He had done anything despicable in order to live. He was willing to sell himself to Feng youyou for the two steamed stuffed buns.

What is the taste of regret? Ants gnaw at their heart and pierce a long needle into the bone marrow.

He finally understood.

"Sorry."

"It's no use."

The young man was stiff. He closed his eyes and tried his best to restrain those strange emotions he had never had. He went to dye white step by step. Each step seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. Finally, he stopped one step away. His hands gave him a long sword that never left his body, and the cold light came into his eyes inch by inch.

Ran Bai didn't reach for it.

"Kill me, use this sword to relieve hatred." the young man was silent for a moment, maintained the posture of holding the sword with both hands, and his back was straight, like a wolf cub that no one wanted and was abandoned forever. He was fierce and secular. But at this moment, his eyes were red and his eyes were dark. He forced himself to calm down and said: "You gave me my life. I owe you two lives. I can't pay you back now. If I have a chance in the next life... I'll pay it back."

In a way, the youth's feelings are simple to blank. He is a piece of white paper. The secular world makes him wander and dye him black. Everything he learned from others, but his emotional background is still blank, waiting for people to smear it wantonly.

The fiercest wolf cubs also need to be taught.

He is short of a teacher.

Unfortunately, no one cares about him and no one cares.

"Do you still have it? If I kill you, aunt Qiu can come back?"

The young man's face became more and more pale. The hands that had always been very stable holding the sword trembled slightly. His heart beat very fast and almost jumped out of his chest violently. He hung his eyelashes and said, "... Will you dirty your hands if you kill me? I know."

I can't even say a word of explanation, and I won't excuse myself. I'm not good at words and very few.

Ranbai can see what the young man is thinking at a glance.

If she doesn't kill him, he'll kill himself.

Because his life is hers, he owes her and he should pay it back.

This is the only stubborn idea in the poor thinking of the fifteenth century.

"I won't kill you." ran Baimei said coldly and indifferently, "I want you to live in pain and regret. You can't get rid of it day and night, so you can live up to the two lives you owe me."

At 15:00, he was stunned. It was difficult to think about what ranbai said. After reacting, he clenched his sword and asked softly, "is this what you want?"

Without waiting for dye Bai's answer, the young man's lips slightly curved an arc, uncomfortable, stiff and grotesque, like crying and smiling, as if he hadn't seen the sun's tears for the first time. Obviously, he worked hard to squeeze out a smile, but it was more like a clown's mask.

"OK." he probably knew that he was ugly to laugh. He soon silently restrained his arc and nodded seriously.