bone cutter

Zhuang Yin seems to have fallen into the boundless blood, everywhere is red rain, red roads, red grass, and red people, it seems that there is only one color left in the world.

His chest was stuffy and painful, and there was a great sense of despair in his chest.

Why is there so many red people lying on the ground?

He wanted to see their faces clearly, struggled to get up, and dragged his bloody body staggering forward. After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly and his pupils shrank sharply.

A lonely plum blossom blooms lonely and unscrupulously in the red rain.

The despair turned into anger in vain, Zhuang Yin's chest heaved violently, and he hissed, "Why are you still here, why haven't you disappeared! Get out, get out!" He raised the sword and slashed indiscriminately.

But no matter how he chops or thorns, the red plums are still unscathed, instead, they bloom even more red, cold and bewitching, with the branches standing high above, as if pity, but also as if they are laughing at his embarrassment.

Zhuang Yin collapsed to his knees.

"Are you Song Zhen's favorite apprentice?" A hoarse voice sounded from above.

Zhuang Yin thought: Who is he?

"You don't have to look at me like this. I just did what I should do. Song Zhen will definitely understand me. After all, he betrayed first. I regret that he didn't witness it with his own eyes."

The man held a sword in his hand, and the sword was covered with blood. He walked up to Zhuang Yin's side, gently wiped his robe, and then stabbed the blood-stained sword deeply into the ground. , I don't know who I am talking to with a low smile: "The sword you gave me, today, return it to you."

Zhuang Yin thought: Why is this sword exactly the same as the master's?

He felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and warm blood flowed down the corner of his eyes. Through the blood, he seemed to see this man's proud, cruel, ferocious, and disgusting smile.

He suddenly figured it out, there is no such thing as red rain and red grass in the world, it's just that there is blood in front of his eyes, and everything is red.

The moment he figured it out, he suddenly felt that his body was lifted into the air, thousands of trees and flowers flew by, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and before he was completely plunged into darkness, he seemed to see a black figure rushing towards him Come on, and then the young man's clear voice sounded.

"Let him go." Resolute, ruthless, word for word, unquestionable.

Zhuang Yin suddenly opened his eyes and bumped into a pool of clear red.

"Are you awake?" Xie Qi's drooping eyelashes cast a shadow, and his complexion was dazzlingly white.

His gaze turned to Xie Qi's waist, where the Liuyun Baiyu that he gave him when he first met was hung there. Suddenly, Zhuang Yin felt his mouth was very dry, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

Xie Qi's eyes gradually became darker, he didn't hide his emotions without a trace, and there was an extra leaf in the palm of his hand, and a few crystal drops of water were contained on the leaf, and sent to Zhuang Yin's lips.

But these few drops of water were far from enough to relieve the urgent need, and instead made Zhuang Yin even thirstier, "Is there any more?"

Xie Qi shook his head slowly, straightened up, and stretched out his hand to Zhuang Yin, "We can only find water by going out."

Zhuang Yin looked at the slender black figure in front of him, his heart suddenly moved, and he blurted out: "I had a dream."

Xie Qi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Zhuang Yin said: "I seem to see you in a dream, just outside the departure garden."

The hand froze slightly.

"It's a pity I didn't see the face clearly." Zhuang Yin stretched out his hand, showing regret.

Xie Qi held his hand tightly.

"For some reason, I think it's you."

The next moment, he fell into a warm embrace, and the familiar smell rushed to embrace him.

Then, he heard Xie Qi say in a voice that couldn't be lowered: "Forgot me in my dream, what should I do."