Chapter 924

The mountain wind blew, and only the white hair remained, dancing in the air.

The spear that burst out of the sky was like lightning, and it steadily brushed the Fenxiao stick. The sparks that burst out splashed everywhere, and Pu Zheng's body was like a snake. His legs were curled up like a twist. He opened his mouth slightly, and the long tongue rolled out of his mouth. The two fangs were soaked with black venom and dripped onto the ground, immediately forming a finger-deep hole.

Holding Pu Zheng's ankle with one hand, Luo Xing couldn't help but be stunned. Pu Zheng's feet really had no bones, and they were as solid as snake meat. Before he could think about it, Luo Xing quickly grabbed Pu Zheng's foot and threw it towards the ground, his body was full of Pu Zheng's cold air.

The magic spear was in place, and the long spear it pierced was like lightning. The moment Luo Xing held it with the Burning Xiao Stick, his soft body was attached again, but this time his legs were curled towards his neck. The cold sweat all over his body was pouring out, and Luo Xing hit Pu Zheng's feet with the Burning Xiao Stick.

The smashed foot was soft, like cotton. And before the Fen Xiao stick he smashed was lifted, it was bounced back with a strong force.

"Luo Xing..."

A familiar voice echoed in his ears, so close, he turned his body and looked towards the source of the sound.

The familiar side of his mind unfolded, and it was the same in the mirror. A black figure flew out, holding a spear in his hand, and stabbed into his stomach. The piercing pain was so real. He didn't even see Pu Zheng's movements clearly, the hot gun pierced through his body, and he was like a fish on a chopping block, pierced to the ground.

"Do you know how weak you are?" So weak that he could easily kill him with only one-tenth of his strength, so weak that he could play with him and kill him when he wasn't paying attention. . Luo Xing, do you know now how weak you are! Sanhua's eyes were lightly tangled, looking at the unsteady person in front of him, Pu Zheng stretched out his hand to wrap his waist and help him sit on the ground.

weak……

That's right, it was because he was weak that he chose to follow Ghost Star, and he chose to go to purgatory by himself, but why, despite his efforts, he was still so weak.

He was so weak that even Pu Zheng, the only person who treated him well, gave such a contemptuous smile, he was not reconciled.

"You too, look down on me." With a wry smile, he clutched the familiar magic spear with one hand and watched the blood flow out. Luo Xing found that it didn't hurt as much as he imagined.

The things he was carrying were a lot less, and he didn't have to live in so much depression.

"Yes, I despise you." Pu Zheng pressed the spear, and the white light followed his fingers and merged into the spear, repairing Luo Xing's wound, Sanhua's pupils deliberately avoided Luo Xing's Looking at him, he said shallowly: "I despise you and leave without saying a word. I despise you who often cry, I despise you, and you fall into the devil's way so easily."

"After you left, I was looking for you. I knew that you were an idiot, easy to be calculated, and with a few words, you could hand over your life. You do things without thinking. I even suspect that you didn't bring Your brain was born. Just because your parents died in the war, you went to the border of Yunguo to assassinate the soldiers of the border troops. If the assassination failed, you jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. Who do you think will care about your life and death? Your life , What does it have to do with a stranger when you die? Feng Qingge took you in because you, like her, are lonely and lonely. She is helping you find your trustworthy friend, who can be together every day and be happy living family."

"She can't wait to give you everything she has learned, but what about you... just having fun, but wanting to go to the sky in one step. If she really doesn't care about you, she won't stop you from the beginning, you jump off a cliff and commit suicide, you Being captured has nothing to do with her half a cent. She saved you, not letting you save your life and kill her most respected master. Luo Xing..." Taking a deep breath of cold air, Pu Zheng He continued: "Why do you want to live?"

Scenes from the past are in front of me, flashing like a movie. I still remember that over the Sunset Cliff, he stood alone at the head of the cliff and wept, complaining about how useless he was. Yes, at that time, he was so simple. He couldn't fill his stomach, so he thought about how to live, and when he had the strength, he thought about how to avenge his parents.

He has no friends, no relatives, only one person. It was Sister Qingge who stopped him who wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, and said that in the future, she would follow her and be her brother. I still remember her smile, those two small dimples... Finally, no one is ignoring him, and he will not be left alone.

No, leave him alone...

The darkness invaded his eyes, just like under the tunnel, no one could rescue him, no one heard his voice, no one heard his cry, and he was just abandoned by everyone. no, leave him alone...

The cold fingers, holding his hand tightly, without any temperature, made Luo Xing feel at ease.

"Pu Zheng, are we still good brothers?" Holding his soft fingers tightly, Luo Xing's eyes could no longer see anything, and his ears were buzzing, and he was almost unable to hear clearly.

As soon as the spear tightened, Pu Zheng nodded and said softly: "You have always been me, the best brother. It's my fault that I didn't catch up with you, making you what you are now. If I had found you earlier , you won't make a mistake."

"Perhaps, only when I die, will I understand what I didn't understand before. Pu Zheng, does what we said still count?" Luo Xing smiled softly, and the rosary on his wrist suddenly broke. , he clenched Pu Zheng's hand with one hand, leaned forward with the other, grabbed his clothes gently, and waited for his answer.

"Forget it." The voice was very soft and small, Pu Zheng didn't blink, just looked at the person in his arms quietly.

Just count, count, count...

Approaching the person beside him tremblingly, feeling the beating breath on his body, Luo Xing leaned against Pu Zheng's arms, rested his head on his soft shoulder, and breathed softly, "That's good... Can you help me and tell Sister Qingge? I... I'm sorry... I was wrong, wrong..."

"Um."

Some warm water dripped on his face, raised his hand slightly, Luo Xing said in a trembling voice, "Is it... raining?"

"Well, it's down." Tears fell from Sanhua's eyes, Pu Zheng leaned against Luo Xing's face tightly, not daring to answer any more. He was afraid that his voice would betray him. He just wants Luo Xing, go well.

Let him know that he's not crying, he's fine.