[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

What is mediocrity?

Rolling in the world of mortals, all living beings.

In your eyes you are you.

In the eyes of others, you are not you.

Traffickers and pawns, princes and generals, without you.

There is still surplus, hard work, there is a you.

Gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, who turn into butterflies, without you.

Daily necessities, stumbling to old age, there is one you.

You are the majority in the middle.

You are one of the main forces following.

Neither the earth-shaking evil star, nor the Sakyamuni who saved the common people.

You are no different from most people in the world.

This is mediocrity.

Grinding off the innate talent and ambition, extinguishing the desire, desire and longing of the heart.

Be a drop of water in a sea of ​​clouds in the sky, a tree in a forest.

The years are quiet and good, ordinary to old.

This is mediocrity.

When you die, it's just another person dying.

People are dying every day.

Nothing will happen in this world.

This is mediocrity.

What is the scariest thing in this world?

Is it lonely?

Could it be death?

For Wang Zhi.

There is nothing more terrifying in this world than such mediocrity.

He can never stand mediocrity.

I can't bear to see this kind of mediocrity in Li Xunhuan's eyes!

He is not one of the crowd of a cloud in the sky, a drop of water in a lake.

He is Wang Zhi.

Love his Wang Zhi.

The heart and liver are cooked over high fire, and the meat is deboned.

When the anger reaches the extreme, the pain reaches the extreme, but the heart is clear and clear, and the mind is cold and calm.

He sneered and called again: "Li Xunhuan."

Li Xun Huan was looking at him, Qing Dai's brows were slightly frowned.

He looked at him, as if looking at an inexplicable stranger, but also like looking at a close friend.

Some worried, some puzzled, some tolerant.

This look seems to have magic.

There was magic in that look, of course.

The words that were about to be uttered suddenly stagnated in his throat, and Wang Zhi felt as if he had been pricked by ten or a hundred sharp needles. They were too thin and too dense to even bleed, but they were actually thousands of sores. Hundred holes.

But he finally said it.

A beautiful and indistinguishable face is pale and bloodless, the beautifully shaped eyes are deeply red, and the brows and eyes are full of hostility, like the shadow of swords and blood.

Standing in front of Li Xun Huan, his back was straight and his bones were slender. At this moment, he looked like a thousand-year-old ghost climbing up from the [-]th floor of hell to the human world, with a desperate determination to destroy the human world.

"Li Xunhuan."

"Do you know why Chaoyang Tower assassinated you that day?"

Li Xun Huan's frown deepened.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Fame and fortune, grievances, chivalrous men and fast horses, and affairs in the world, he has always been ignorant of them.

It's nothing more than breaking it when you encounter it.

There will be a day of grievances.

Wang Zhi sneered.

"Why do you run away?"

Li Xun Huan sighed, "It's not an escape."

"It's just that if you ask for the word "understanding" for everything in this world, the world will be much less fun."

"But I just want you to understand."

Wang Zhi raised his eyebrows, and there was a ferocious pleasure in his eyes.

"It wasn't your enemy who fucked that day."

"It's not the mad bees and butterflies that your cousin attracted."

"And it's your good cousin, Lin Shiyin, who is as beautiful as flowers, jade, poems and dreams!"

As soon as these words came out, it should have been earth-shattering.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid that his heart and lungs would already be beating and he would get up, vomit his sword and draw his sword to face each other.

But Li Xun Huan couldn't help shaking his fingers.

The hand that once held the flying knife couldn't help shaking.

He let out a long sigh.

Sit there calmly and quietly.

He is like a child whose dream has been torn apart, a politician whose lies have been exposed, and a knight who has lost his sword.

He was looking at Wang Zhi, but now he lowered his eyes slightly.

His eyes were full of sadness and pain.

It doesn't look like Xiao Li Feidao, Xiao Li Tanhua, or Li Hanlin at all, but a certain downcast, a lost soul in Tianya.

Lonely, bleak, and melancholy.

Wang Zhi was taken aback.

He looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly a ridiculous thought came to his mind.

This thought was so absurd that he couldn't help but scream out,

"You know it!"

"You already knew it!"

He looked at him as if he was looking at a monster, an existence beyond imagination.

"You actually know that woman paid to kill you more than once?"

He let out a wry laugh.

"Li Xunhuan, Li Tanhua."

"I didn't know that you are such a loving and willing idiot, such a fool who deceives himself and others and never changes his mind."

Li Xun Huan grabbed the wine jug on the table and poured down the wine in it.

He drank quickly and hurriedly.

It doesn't look free and easy, nor carefree.

Just like a normal drinker.

He put down the flagon and sighed: "I owe her."

"I don't believe it."

Wang Zhi laughed.

Li Xunhuan was silent.

There are many things in this world. It seems that the flowers are cooked in a brocade fire and the white jade is flawless. Everyone admires it, but they don't know that there is a lot of dirty blood hidden under the flowers, and there are many corpses lying in the fire, and cracks appear on the side of the white jade.

The stories in the book, the love and hatred in the song.

People who read books are always embarrassed and don't understand.

Those who listen to the song are always in tears and ruthless.

For 20 years, in the eyes of others, it is just a joke and a good night's dream.

Yu Li was looking for joy and Lin Shiyin, but he really had a deep love and hatred.

Lin Shiyin is a beauty.

There is always a natural melancholy between her eyebrows and eyes, even the most vicious man in the world will be tempted in front of her.

No matter what she said was clear and indifferent, but the most jealous woman couldn't help but pity her.

But she's not perfect.

Her face was too pale, her body was too thin, she lacked the vigor of a young woman, let alone her slim and alluring figure.

She always seemed to have a faint indifference, repelling people thousands of miles away.

She also loves her cousin.

extremely love.

She has always believed that her cousin must be an indomitable hero, a chivalrous knight of the world.

Her cousin never let her down.

Li Xunhuan solved the problems set by her again and again.

In fact, it is not easy for her to solve these problems.

Fortunately, no matter who it is, they will never forget her when they see her.

She seems to have a unique magic.

She doesn't need to do anything, without paying any price, she is born to make most people in this world love her, respect her, pity her, live for her, die for her, go through fire and water for her.

She plays her own games, weaves her own dreams, and never tires of it.

Lin Shiyin has always been a beauty.

She was never perfect either.

This is how she loves Li Xunhuan.

However, things in the world are really ridiculous.

Everyone knew that Lin Shiyin loved Li Xunhuan.

Everyone thought that Li Xunhuan should love Lin Shiyin.

Li Xun Huan just didn't like it.

They know each other well.

Li Xunhuan said and acted like a lover, and was willing to marry her, but Lin Shiyin never knew.

Li Xunhuan doesn't love her.

Because he didn't love her, he tolerated her, protected her and worried about her, and never blamed her for a word.

A nonsense.

An absurd love.

Today, Wang Zhi finally smashed through the ice floe.

Even if Lin Claw is still secretive inside, he will finally see the light of day.

Li Xunhuan smiled, a little bitter and a little emotional.

But in the end, he didn't say a word anymore.

Sitting in front of Wang Zhi, he seemed to have entered his own world.

There is him, Lin Shiyin, elder brother, father, and Li Yuan.

There is no love, no rivers and lakes.

Very calm, very peaceful.

Wang Zhi stood in front of him.

Under the candlelight, his eyes were like a bone-cutting knife, a stabbing sword.

He looked at Li Xun Huan, as if he wanted to use his own eyes to tear apart the flesh and bones of the person in front of him, to see what kind of existence was inside.

Eventually he gave up.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

The voice was cold and harsh.

"Li Xunhuan."

He walked over slowly.

It's like walking into a dream of yellow beams, like walking into a drunken universe.

He walked over and bent down.

Wang Zhi watched Li Xun Huan's face and his eyes.

"You are pathetic and terrible."

He said so.

Then, lightly, she kissed him on the cheek.

The author has something to say:

Because everyone knows the reason, I changed the name, and it will be called this from now on. The main attack tag is also deleted, but it doesn't affect it. In addition, because there is a list this week, it will be updated by [-] by next Wednesday, so don't worry about updating.

It's not Hei Lin Shiyin, the plot requires that Li Xunhuan is Zhuang Zhou, so naturally he doesn't love him.If you have any questions, you can join the group. If you want to hook up, I will remind you to update. You can join the group with benefits. The group number is on the copy.I am so tired of writing this chapter O(∩_∩)O