Chapter 1334： Reality (9)

Chapter 1334 Reality (9)

He is not that stupid.

I won't struggle for a lifetime for an answer I never know.

He will not……

The snow has not been waiting for a year, and the hail cannot keep the body of Bai Weiwei intact.

He burned her body in a fire. In the fire, his face was calm and empty.

The martial arts without traces of snow are getting higher and higher. Up to the end, few of the world's masters of martial arts can walk through his round for a round.

In the end he became the legend of this martial art.

But he never plays games anymore.

He found that he didn't play anything, his emotions were not fluctuating, his heart was like a dry well, and nothing could cause him to be half-wave.

He doesn't even have any desires.

It’s terrible.

No, he doesn't even feel terrible.

Only the dead can understand his feelings.

After the snow has killed another one to challenge his master, he stepped on the plasma of the ground, stepped on the body and went up the cliff.

Take a pot of wine and sit and watch the sunset.

When the drink passed his throat, he suddenly smiled coldly. "Who is, get out and die."

In fact, it doesn't matter. Those who follow him are nothing more than killing him.

His status in these years has become higher and higher, much higher than when he was a martial arts ally.

Everyone knows that as long as he challenges him not to die, he will gain a great reputation.

Don't even have to beat him.

Suddenly he heard the bell screaming, and he screamed, his heartbeat violently jumping.

All the numb emotions erupted, pulling him out of the state of the dead.

His lips were shaking and his head was not even awake.

she is back……

The tears in the eyes of the snow did not roll out almost at once.

Just come back, just fine.

He didn't even dare to look back, for fear that she hated herself, and he killed her.

She is so arrogant and cherished, she will blame him after living.

He can even prepare the washboard, and she let the donkey go.

After her death, the book full of the house, the ancient books that could have saved him, were placed on the table at random, without any mark on it, or even any place where the focus was drawn.

But he knew that she must have seen it many times, and even the corner of the page was worn out.

He couldn't imagine how she would turn the book over so many times if she didn't love him.

The bell was near, step by step toward him.

The snow did not hear the sound of the sharp blade penetrating the air.

If she is back, he would rather sit and let her kill.

It’s a pity... not her.

He smoked his sword, sharp white blade and a flash of light.

Without looking back, the body did not move, and the back was facing, the one who attacked the sword and the attacker was dead.

There was no trace of snow in the face, and there were tears in his eyes. He raised his hand and took a sip of wine. The spirits passed through the throat and burned.

Behind him, a woman's waist was tied with a bell, and she had a blade in her hand. She was lying on the ground with a sword cut and the blood flowed to the ground.

Snow did not feel the faint pain of his wrist, he looked down at the scar on his wrist.

It will be painful in the rainy days.

There should be heavy rain tomorrow, so the air is wet and the pain of his wounds begins.

Just like her, from time to time, it will make him hurt, hurting into the bones, but not how painful.

Because I am used to it.

The eyes of his crying were terrible.

I lied myself many times, even the body burned, or desperately expecting her to suddenly appear, just like before.

This stupid hope, bitterness, can't swallow.

(End of this chapter)