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When the two left the bottom of the water, there were already a lot of corpses.

Su Huaijing has never heard the sound of drums, nor heard the impact of weapons, but the corpses all over the ground are like a miniature of the war. The faster he walks, the longer the line will be, like a nightmare.Yi Qing was used to looking at them, even numb to seeing them, he looked at these dead people, it was no different from looking at flowers and plants.

When she was about to see the light, Su Huaijing breathed a sigh of relief. The long cave was filled with taciturn corpses, but it seemed that everyone had put together the appearance of war, wailing and anger, sadness and despair.Until the moment he stepped into the light, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman whose chest was rising and falling. She was lying on the ground. Judging from the clothing, it should be under the gate of Xuezhao Mountain. There were dried blood on the thick robe, like a red dress .

She is still alive, she can't tell her demeanor, she is leaning on a corpse missing her right hand very calmly, her head is slightly touching, as if she has lost her soul, and the pain, despair, beauty and happiness in the world can no longer be added to her. In her body, it was as if the death of the person beside her had taken away all her life.

Except for the shallow breathing, she looked almost dead.

That kind of numbness permeated every part of her body from her face, her dark eyes turned slightly, as if meeting Su Huaijing's gaze, calm and empty, as if looking through him to the sky a faraway place.

The woman didn't seem to be seriously injured, her breathing was steady, and her spiritual power was still there, but she had nothing left.

Su Huaijing stared at her blankly, he seldom had outbursts of kindness, and he had no friendship with Xuezhaoshan, let alone shed tears for anyone else, he had practiced Taoism for decades, but at this moment he suddenly realized, When wars happen, no matter who they are, they are all the same. Death is death, and life is life. It makes no difference whether a person has cultivation or not. It just makes all unstable factors more unstable.

So he suddenly walked over, squatted down, put his hand on the woman's shoulder, shook it lightly, and said softly: "Are you okay?" He said it several times in a row, with a gentle and moving tone , hiding the patience that I don't know, as if I could just ask this girl thousands of times in this place, until the girl came back to life and opened his mouth to say a word to him.

He and this girl were actually strangers to each other.

Su Huaijing has never been so calmly aware that learning to empathize is not a happy thing. Looking at this girl, he can no longer open his mouth as neatly as before: People are dead and meaningless .Because all of this is indeed meaningless, the dead take away the living, ridicule, even sympathy and pity are meaningless at all.

He suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain. He was heartbroken because of the war that had nothing to do with him, and the girl who was no different from death.

In fact, Su Huaijing didn't know what was wrong with him, he should have given up at this point, but he kept calling out, and in the end, he said, "Get better." When he touched it, it was like a pool of lifeless dead flesh. His eyes slowly fell on the face of the corpse beside him, his limbs trembled unnaturally, which was only caused by external force, and he was limp, as if no longer Can't move.

Yi Qing was very calm. When he was fighting for the human race and the demon race, Su Huaijing didn't know where he was. This happened a lot.

Cultivators do not have pure soldiers. The situation in the two great fairy kingdoms is better, but most of the soldiers are ordinary people who have tempered their bodies.Therefore, the battles are mostly very regular. The strong fight against the strong, and the weak fight against the weak. They will never rush forward rashly.

The magic weapon flew back and forth in the air, and the people fought back and forth underneath.

At that time, there were not many brothers or husbands and wives fighting together. The cruelty of war is that you never know when you will be able to retreat.Yi Qing still remembered the cruelty of the demons. If they couldn't beat them, they would be seriously injured, and they would blew themselves up to kill one more if they couldn't reproduce. They were so brutal and vicious that they had no humanity.

It is easy for a monk who has lost a relative or a lover to "lose his soul", especially during a war, as if his soul is taken away at once, he can be easily strangled.

"She has lost her soul." Yi Qing said relaxedly and calmly, being familiar with all this, "It's good luck, if people lose their souls on the battlefield, few can survive, and the appearance of death is usually not very good. Back then There are several people around me who died under such circumstances."

The war is changing rapidly, and who cares who is who. Although many powerful people have no cultivation base, their temperament and reaction ability are sometimes far inferior to veterans who are used to fighting.

Su Huaijing knew what Yi Qing was talking about. It is called post-traumatic stress disorder in modern times. Patients sometimes have symptoms of emotional separation and numbness. For Yi Qing and the others, of course, there is no such complicated and detailed explanation , naturally became the so-called lost soul.

"But her?"

Su Huaijing's mouth opened, a little helpless, and said softly: "Should we just leave her here?" His sleeve was stained with blood, and there were some pieces of meat from someone who died, Yi Qing helped He caresses, restrained and calm, with a casual smile, like all this death is a joke or a feast.

"Death, on the contrary, is a relief for her. If she is lucky enough, maybe one day, she can find her own soul." Yi Qing said lightly, "Isn't it normal for people to die? A dead person must be burdened by a living person." Sin and hatred, pain and despair, are just and fitting, don't you think?"

He raised his head, looked at Su Huaijing with a smile, and stretched out his fingers to gently stroke the corners of his eyes.

"When my father died, the soul lamp clearly protected me, but I still lost my soul. I kept thinking, if only someone shed tears for me that day. But they just laughed heartily, I heard Watching them drink and sing, I had no choice but to shed tears for myself. I have never regretted doing so. If you regret it, don't let me know."

Yi Qing said softly: "After we go out, we can rest at night, and I will sleep very hard at that time, do you understand?"

Su Huaijing looked at him, she had no choice but to shed tears, and gently pressed her face into his palm.

The two walked out for a long time, but Su Huaijing would occasionally turn her head to look at the girl, who was submerged in the body and could no longer be distinguished, but he still turned her head until she was completely out of sight.

Yi's house is mostly in ruins, the breathless atmosphere at the beginning is gone, there is only a piece of scorched earth, the corpses are everywhere, and the old tree that Su Huaijing used to park with sister Jing's body has been destroyed For the most part, the remaining part is also in the shape of coke, which is like hell on earth. They walked in this ruined wall, and the ground was full of rubble, and they could vaguely glimpse what kind of war this place had experienced as a battlefield.

There were still some bones on the ground, vaguely resembling the chest cavity of a human body. Su Huaijing moved slightly to avoid them. When she looked up, many hilltops had been flattened, and suddenly she couldn't recognize the direction.He lived in Yi's house for several years, and when he returned to the ruins thousands of years later, he felt a little dazed for no reason, and was actually led around by Yi Qing, a little dazed and at a loss.

Most of Yi's house was destroyed, and a small half just looked a bit embarrassed, but nothing happened. Standing alone in the ruins, it seemed particularly out of place. When Yi Qing walked through the broken door, suddenly a gust of wind blew by , the dust was flying, the surroundings were silent, but there was the rustling sound of the wind rustling in the air. Su Huaijing raised her head and saw an open scroll flying in the air.

peaceful always.

The thick ink and heavy brushstrokes, the bright red seal, the inscription is not clear, but it seems extra ironic at this moment.

Su Huaijing watched it fly peacefully in the air for a long time by the wind, and fell to the ground like a kite, covering a charred corpse, and was blown up again after a while, and it was dyed peacefully every year. There are traces.Holding hands by Yi Qing, he staggered forward, watching the long piece of paper move like a dragon swimming in the air, and suddenly flames jumped out and burned to ashes.

Then I heard Yi Qing say: "I wrote that, I didn't expect to keep it."

Su Huaijing turned her head to look at him, only saw the heavy shadow and sarcasm on that face, and the wrist held in the other's palm was so hot, she hurried to catch up and walked out side by side.

This time I walked very quickly, nothing strange happened, and nothing floated out. The Yi family must have been abandoned for a long time, and there was no popular appearance. What about humans and demons, like an isolated island, silent and uninhabited.

Among the two, Yi Qing used to have his own opinions and goals, while Su Huaijing followed the crowd and let him do whatever he wanted, just go with the other party.

Yi Qing is not too good if he says good, and not too bad if he says bad, but after the situation of that woman just now, Su Huaijing is actually not sure if he can say that Yi Qing is not too bad. repay.Su Huaijing is not the person involved, even if he is with Yi Qing, he can't hinder his revenge, and he can't pretend to understand him from a high-sounding place.

Su Huaijing has never experienced those pasts full of pain and hatred, despair and ugliness. He also has no idea how terrible the loneliness of the millennium and the powerlessness of being forced to suffer.

As for Yi Qing's revenge, he was even more powerless to stop it.

The author has something to say: Speaking of which, I really hate people who casually point fingers at other people's past experiences.

I don't know anything, and I don't know what the parties think

It's really bad to berate each other casually.

Of course, Yi Qing's act of revenge is absolutely wrong and unacceptable, he must be trampled to death immediately [Hello]