The warrior whose mind was twisted by the seal was beheaded by his horse at sunset, kneeling and bowing his head, peacefully welcoming the long overdue death. The scene was tragic and chilling, but Zhao Bai didn't like this sense of tragic heroism. I like another story - the girl held her sword to meet her fate, but was smashed by the chef who fell from heaven.

Since then, the years have been quiet, and the girl has lived happily.

It's a nonsense and sandy story, but it's good too, isn't it?

But many times, the development of life will not always follow the path of sand sculptures. There will always be people who want to raise their swords and draw an end to their sad life.

Zhao Bai put back the Dragon's Spine, and slowly took out the black-yellow Xuanyuan epee from the arsenal.

He put on black-rimmed glasses.

Lamentations sounded.

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ps: I originally planned to let Zhao Bai say "The good battle has been fought, the road to be done has been done, and the morality that should be guarded has also been kept. From now on, there will be a crown of justice for you forever" while helping Hei Ji Lin beheaded, but that scene was too dragon...

I especially liked the dragon clan in high school. Writing this kind of scene is indeed a bit heavy.

Probably not plagiarism...

Ugh.

ps2: Yesterday's recommended ticket: 1787, monthly ticket: 272, reward: 47164, blade: 773

I owe more than 20 changes in one breath, am I pricing too low...

Chapter 2: Dissipate like the wind (5/[-])

The rock wall shone like a deep amethyst. The girl stepped on the dark horse, stepped on the flame, and came dressed in thunder.

That's no ordinary horse.

Its body is too huge, it doesn't look like it came from the human world, but it looks like a huge Pegasus sitting on Odin, but it doesn't have eight hooves. Ji Lin's pupils are indifferent, and the long-term loneliness has caused her to lose the ability to speak. Simply showing hostility and attacking anyone who breaks in.

The black-yellow Xuanyuan sword seemed to evoke distant memories.

The two swords collided in mid-air, and the man and the horse brought enormous pressure. Zhao Bai alone could not stop it. His arms were numb from the shock of the tremendous force, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably. Showing an apologetic expression - it is impossible to defeat her with Xuanyuan Sword dignifiedly, and only a storm-like attack can comfort the soul of a soldier.

Ideas are always good.

Zhao Bai slanted his body to avoid a sharp slash, and the horse's hoof ran past Thunderbolt. He apologetically touched the kitchen utensils in the subspace.

Since there is no way to have a fair duel, let her see the gorgeous fireworks.

This grand firework rippling between the pots and stoves.

Zhao Bai drew his sword.

The burning fire went away in a flash.

The smooth-moving horse suddenly knelt down, and the huge majesty filled the entire void. Zhao Bai held the sword and walked forward slowly, as if carrying a heavy load.

His majesty is like a mountain, far stronger than the Herrscher.

The warhorse roared, its pitch-black scales were furious, it wanted to stand up, to break free from this invisible bondage, its glaring eyes widened, representing Ji Lin's unyielding fighting belief in his heart, bright yellow arcs flashed around it, and the rocks The debris was ionized, burned and danced, and fell like a stream, emitting a fiery warm glow, a golden rain.

It tried to attack, but was completely blocked. Zhao Bai ruthlessly drew his knife and gradually approached it.

cut!

The sharp sword slashed its front legs, causing the warhorse to neigh and bend its knees.

Ji Lin, who was firmly on top of the war horse, was thrown out of the whole body, and his body was separated from the tightly grasped Black Xuanyuan Sword. Zhao Bai did not rush to kill her, but chose to continue to take care of her war horse. Zhao Bai took out a handle. The giant sword, the dragon's spine, shone with bone-white light, penetrated the neck, and nailed it to the ground. Only the hilt of the sword was exposed, and the black hot blood poured out like a heavy rain.

"Memory battlefield, only you are the most disgusting."

Not targeting Ji Lin, Zhao Bai said viciously to the horse.

It struggled, roared, and trembled, puffing out every muscle it could use, trying to stand up from the ground.

Beheaded.

Zhao Bai waved his knife ruthlessly and chopped off everything that was noisy.

This is not the swordsmanship of a warrior. It is more like a chef cooking an old hen. A man-height spring of blood spurts out, like a full bloom of pitch-black flowers. Zhao Bai closes the knife cleanly, and there is no so-called resentment and anger. Sad, the chef looks at a piece of horse meat on the chopping board, does he have any emotions?

Just indifferent.

This horse isn't a real horse either, but something like an incarnation of resentment.

Killing it seems to have brought Ji Lin's dry heart into a long drought, and her eyes reappeared with radiance, watching the splattered blood fall like raindrops in the air, like a warm rain.

"Are you... here to save me?"

"It's a pity, your life has been bound to Chiyou's heart in the long-term seal, I'm here to kill you."

"..."

"...It doesn't matter, it's all the same..."

After thousands of years of loneliness, the girl finally waited for her redemption.

Zhao Bai stepped forward, Ji Lin knelt on the ground as if resigned, her head was lowered, her jet-black forehead was slightly downward, her gold ornaments were dull, and the leg rings in Zhao Bai's memory were no longer shiny. In order to keep the blood of the soldiers from being stained by this space, Zhao Bai chose to dye the cherry blossoms with red. The burning flame will scorch the wound at the moment of cutting, and the carotid artery will be blocked.

"Don't worry, the pain is only momentary."

"Get off the knife now."

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