Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3902 The villain who wants to get rid of me falls in love with me (51)

  The sound of the flute is endless, crying and crying blood.

  There were several lives in the Liang family, and none of them survived.

   Full of red, blood all over the place.

  There are grievances and grievances in this world.

  Who is more pathetic than others, and who persuades others to be kind.

  "Is it the only way to know how painful it is." The girl leaned over with a smile, looked at him tenderly, and her smile was stained with blood.

  If you don’t feel the same, then you can understand it firsthand.

  The pain Yanbai had tasted, the pain he had suffered, and the half-life that she had lost through gritting her teeth, she would let Liang Junshang return one by one ten times a hundred times.

   "Yanbai..." Liang Junshang's eyes were flushed and bloodshot, with blood in his mouth, with a strong smell of blood, "Are you still Yanbai?"

"no."

  Liang Junshang suddenly raised his head, and Ran Bai calmly said in the opponent's eyes: "Yan Bai is dead. You killed him personally."

Liang Junshang covered his face in despair, laughed, and the tears of laughter came out. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He only felt that his life was really sad. All his beliefs in the first half of his life collapsed overnight, and everything he had was lost. He personally ruined it, and now it is the bitter fruit that cannot love or ask for it.

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

  Many people in this world are miserable, and it's not just who is the worst, but how to live is their own.

  She doesn't feel how noble to forgive, nor is she afraid that hatred will turn into a nightmare day and night.

  All the sounds belonged to silence, everything seemed to have never happened, and there was still a strong smell of blood in the air.

"A life is worth a life, this is fair." The thin figure drifted away, and the cold wind blew through the corners of her clothes, and a ray of moonlight leaked out. The voice was far and peaceful, and there was no wave of waves: "I am not a Buddha. , Take me as a saint."

  The next day,

  The sky is gloomy and grey.

  A person is tied to a tall wooden frame.

  The group of people surrounded the stage, but the people on the stage have changed.

  Fear and despair wrapped Feng Youyou. She kept screaming and cursing, but it was of no avail. Everyone pointed at her, and the torch ignited the straw on the wooden frame!

  Feng Youyou did not want to die, struggling desperately, her wrists were worn with blood, and she watched the flames rush to her body, the burning pain of her skin made her unable to make a sound, and it hurt to the bone!

  She didn't understand why she ended up in such an end.

  Everything left her.

  There is nothing in the end.

  Fifteen, Brother Lu, Liang Junshang...

  In the end, she has 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 daze, Feng Youyou seemed to see a girl being burned on a wooden frame with no bones left, that face was Yanbai!

  Feng Youyou laughed fiercely. Her body was distorted by the fire, and her tears fell drop by drop. At the last glance that she was swallowed by the flame, she seemed to see a black shadow, and there was no wave in her eyes.

  After Feng Youyou died, Ranbai turned and left, quietly, walking to an open area, she stopped.

   "It's been so long, still following me?"

  The young man walked out slowly, holding the sword in silence, with a bright red rope on his wrist.

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

  For a long time, fifteen opened his mouth, his voice was dumb, and his dark eyes looked at dyed white, "Do you remember when you were a kid... did you save a little beggar?"

   "Remember." Dye Bai said coldly.

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

   "It's you."

  The young man raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were shocked, and he stared straight at Dye White. His eyes did not blink, his heart's always slow and cold beating power was uncontrollable, and his voice was hoarse and dry: "...you know?"

  Yan Bai's eyes are light, and she doesn't say a word.

   "You regret saving me." The young man laughed self-deprecatingly. His eyes were quietly broken and faintly red. A heart that was impenetrable in the world tasted pain for the first time. His breath was clear and his voice was soft.

   "Aunt Qiu died under your hand, how can you not regret it?" Ranbai said, "If Yanbai knew that someone she kindly saved would kill Aunt Qiu in the future, she would not save her again."

  Sure enough.

it is as expected.

  The young man was insensitive and wandering all his life. He had done all despicable things to live, and was willing to sell himself to Feng Youyou for the two buns.

  What is it like to regret, the ants bite the heart, and the long needle pierced into the bone marrow, desperate for life.

  He finally understood.

"sorry."

   "It's useless."

The boy froze. He closed his eyes and tried his best to restrain those unfamiliar emotions that he had never had before, step by step towards the whiteness, every step seemed to be heavy, and finally stopped at a step away, and he offered it with both hands. The long sword that never leaves the body is greeted with cold light every inch.

  Yan Bai did not reach out to pick it up.

"Kill me, with this sword, you can also relieve your hatred." The young man remained silent for a moment, maintaining the posture of holding the sword with both hands, with a straight back, like a wolf pup who was forever abandoned by no one. He is not familiar with the world, but at this moment, his eyes are red and his eyes are dark and dark. He insists on calmly saying: "You gave me my life, and I owe you two lives. I pay you back now, if it's the next life. There is a chance...I'll pay it back."

Juvenile emotions are in a certain way innocent. He is just a piece of white paper. The world makes him wandering and dyes him black. Everything about him is learned from others, but his emotional background is still There is a blank space, waiting for someone to smear it wantonly.

  The most ferocious wolf pups also need to be taught.

  He lacks a teacher.

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

   "Can you still have it? If I kill you, Aunt Qiu will be able to come back?"

The young man’s face became paler, and the hands that had always held the sword trembling slightly, his heart beating very quickly, violently almost popped out of his chest, he lowered his eyelashes, "...Kill me, will my hands get dirty, me? understood."

  He doesn’t even say a word of explanation, and he doesn’t excuse himself. He is not good at words and is extremely indifferent.

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

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

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

  This is the only stubborn thought among the poor and poor thinking of fifteen.

   "I won't kill you." Brows and eyes were cold and indifferent, and said: "I want you to live with pain and regret. I cannot get rid of it day and night, so I can be worthy of the two lives you owe me."

  At the fifteenth one, he was shocked, and it was difficult to think about what Ranbai said. After reacting, he squeezed the sword tightly and asked softly: "Is this what you want?"

Without waiting for the white answer, the corners of the young boy’s lips curved slightly, uncomfortable, stiff and grotesque, like crying and laughing, as if it’s been a long time since the sun was pierced to tears by the light for the first time, and he worked very hard to squeeze it out. A smile, but more like a clown's mask.

   "Okay." He probably also knew that he was ugly with a smile, so he quickly narrowed the arc in silence and nodded earnestly.

  (End of this chapter)