blue wind

Xanthium spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down powerlessly.He supported his whole body with bat teeth, trying to cover the wound with his hand, but the wound was too big and deep, and the blood flowed out from between his fingers unstoppably, like fine sand that couldn't be squeezed, and couldn't stay. time.

The child backed away as he fell, watching him from a distance, as if jokingly watching the dying struggle of a doomed beast.

The blood keeps flowing.Cocklebur's consciousness became drowsy, and he gradually lost his perception of the outside world.

At last he fell, slumping to the ground, trying to grab his only weapon with trembling fingers.

Then the kid finally came over.With a "click" sound like bones breaking and reorganizing, his footsteps became more and more clear, gradually changing from the lightness of a child to the calm and heavy of an adult.

Cocklebur can't see anything.He could only barely hold on to the bat's teeth, and stood up tremblingly, like a beast on the verge of extinction, roaring silently and desperately, trying to tear a piece of flesh from the enemy before they all perished.

But this struggle is doomed to be futile.A foot belonging to an adult male stepped on the wrist holding the bat's tooth, and crushed it down hard.

"Oh!" Cocklebur let out a muffled snort.

He clearly heard the sound of bones breaking, and then lost the sensation of his right hand under the severe pain.He couldn't hold the bat tooth any longer, and the peerless sharp weapon fell from his hand, making the sound of small metal collisions on the ground.

The bone shrinking skill... was his carelessness.

"It's really troublesome, it caused me to be exposed in advance." The boy... no, or should I say, the man muttered, bent down, and picked up the bat tooth from the ground, "But it's not without gain, this dagger is quite good of."

Cocklebur can hear those voices.He knew that the blade that had always belonged to him and would never betray him was being picked up by someone else.

That'smine……

open……!

Cocklebur can ignore many things, but he cannot ignore this most loyal weapon.

That was the partner who accompanied him the longest, even longer than the time he met Huayan.It has stained blood on his hands, survived the blade, and fled to the end of the world together.It accompanied him from light to darkness, and from darkness to light again.

The only thing a killer can trust most is the sharp knife in his hand.The bat tooth is the longest sharp edge used by cocklebur.

But he can't do anything now.He could only lie there helplessly, like a fish about to die of dehydration.

He tried his best to raise his head, then hung it back feebly.Because of the shaking, a strand of hair hung down from the side of his face, and something short and thin touched his cheek lightly.

It's a whistle.

A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Xanth's heart.He tried his best to turn his head away, bit the whistle tied to his hair, and exhausted all his strength to blow out a low and weak note.

The poisonous bee hidden in the ruins erected its antennae, fluttered its wings, and flew out from the gap between the bricks and tiles without a sound.

At this time, the man played with the bat's tooth for a while, finally squatted down, and put the sharp blade of the dagger on the neck of Xanthium annus: "You seem very reluctant, do you like this dagger? Then I will give it to you." On the road, you should also like it very much, right?"

Cocklebur coughed dully.He couldn't speak, so he just vomited blood at the man.

"Okay, I know your answer." The man didn't mind, knowing that he couldn't see, and deliberately let out a mocking laugh, "Don't worry, I'll send your mistress down to find you later."

The cold blade of the battooth pressed against his throat.I have killed countless people with this dagger. Cocklebur knows its sharpness, and naturally understands that the man wants to kill him, all he needs to do is pass the dagger forward lightly.

But he wasn't afraid at all.

He is waiting.Wait for that poisonous bee to fly over, wait...

The man suddenly let out a painful cry mixed with shock and anger: "Ah!"

Xanthium could clearly feel the blade of the bat's tooth suddenly pressed down, cutting the skin of his neck.Using what little internal energy he had left, he firmly protected his neck, and finally waited until the bat's tooth fell from his neck weakly.

The little bit of internal energy left dissipated uncontrollably, Xanthium spat out another mouthful of blood, and a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his lips.The flow of blood took away the remaining warmth in his body, and he gradually felt more and more cold.Coldness came to him from all directions, like an ocean trying to drown him in it.

At this time, the man's condition is not very good.The bee venom paralyzed his whole body, and the bat tooth and his original dagger fell from his hands, and he fell down beside the cocklebur.

A small golden yellow corpse also fell to the ground.The poisonous bee had completed its mission, curled up on the ground and died quietly like all bees that stung people.

The man originally wanted to have a fight between Cang'er and Wei Qiyu to expend it, but the unreliable woman left so spinelessly, so he had no choice but to do it himself.He had heard the name of "Ghost Bat", and the man had been wary of him using Gu worms before, and he dared to attack after careful observation. Who knew that guy was so scheming, he insisted on saving a poisonous bee until the end, and gave it to him. It hit hard.

The time for the bee venom to take effect is extremely short, and the more it is dispelled by internal force, the faster it will spread.Once the man was infected with bee venom, he subconsciously used his internal energy to expel the poison, but not only was it ineffective, but it even accelerated the paralysis of the whole body.

He fell to the ground, looked at Xanthium resentfully, and said with great effort: "It's useless, you will definitely die, and I just need...just slowly... drive away the bee venom, and then... able……"

Cocklebur didn't deny his words.He gasped twice, and slowly raised himself up under the man's astonished gaze.

The man's tongue was knotted because of too much numbness, and he said vaguely: "You...you..."

Cocklebur didn't reply, and crawled towards him bit by bit with difficulty.

His stomach was dripping with blood, and his lips were too pale to be stained with frost bruise.

He didn't have any weapons that could hurt people, and he was as fragile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But watching him move towards him little by little, the man's heart couldn't help but filled with boundless fear.

stop!stop!Don't come here!

He yelled crazily in his heart, staring at the cocklebur.

damn it!Why...why does he still have the strength to move?

No matter how much mental activity he had, he could only watch Xanthium slowly approaching him.Just as he was comforting himself that the other party didn't take anything, he saw that the cocklebur bared its teeth like a wild animal.

He felt his blood go cold.

A moment later, there was a desperate scream from inside the house, which sounded very scary.

Cocklebur's mouth was full of blood, the blindfold was torn off in the man's final struggle, and right now he was also scratched by a nail for a long time, almost hurting his eyes.

He didn't look at the pale face of the dead man on the ground, but turned around with great effort, and crawled towards the door with all his might.

The cold wind poured in through the crumbling wooden door, cutting his face like a knife.Bitter wind poured into his sleeves, and the cold gripped him little by little, as if trying to tear his soul away.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a frosty world outside.It is pure, remote, vast, and incomparably vast, but there is no place for him to settle down.

Until he saw an attic with warm light under the leaden sky.It seemed that someone looked up from there and gave him a gentle look.

The tip of Xanthium's nose was a little sore for a moment, and for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to cry.

It turns out that I can also think of a person in this way, and want to see him again at the end of my life.

He himself felt that he had climbed a long distance, but in fact, he just moved from the middle of the house to the edge of the door.The collapse of internal energy and excessive blood loss caused by the breaking of the gate of life made his limbs weak and cold, and he himself seemed to smell the breath of death.

The blood trailed mottled trails behind him, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and the moment his fingertips touched the door, he fell heavily.

Ah... this time I'm afraid... I'm really going to die here.

It is plain to make that person sad.

Slowly, slowly, he curled himself up.

Ling, he is so cold.

……

Ever since An Xiao reported to him that he could not find the whereabouts of the group of people from Jiuxing Palace and Qianyumen, Lang Ling felt very uneasy.This restlessness reached its peak when his subordinates reported that they had found the group of people in an abandoned house, and hesitantly said that they seemed to have found traces of "ghost bats" nearby, which made him hesitate without hesitation. Decided to check it out for myself.

Later, Langling rejoiced countless times for her original choice. If it weren't for that hidden worry, he might have missed his treasure.

When Lang Ling arrived there, the mountains and fields were noisy, countless beasts were circling around the half-collapsed house, and the hidden guards of Tingfeng Pavilion were chasing them away.

A strong smell of blood came from the room, and Lang Ling could tell that it was definitely not something that a person's blood could achieve.

For some reason, smelling the smell of blood, his heart felt as if it was suddenly clenched.He completely ignored the bitter admonition of the dark owl behind him that "there may be a trap if he hasn't explored yet", and stepped forward step by step, as if tempted, and stood in front of the wooden door full of holes.

Through those moth-eaten holes, he saw a pale and slender hand.

It was the hand that he had kissed and even bit his ten fingers when he was in love.

... Cocklebur.

It is cocklebur.

Why is he here?

How is he here?

Lang Ling didn't know what she was thinking at all.His mind went blank, and he opened the door mechanically.

There lay the cocklebur, at the bottom of his feet, curled up, with its head resting on one arm, and the other hand stretched forward, fingers curled, as if trying to grab hold of something.

His face was too pale, in stark contrast to the blood stained on his face and the bright red pool of blood around him, as if a painting had been absorbed of color, leaving only fragile and fragile like paper.

Compared with the other four people in the house who died miserably and embarrassingly, he was as quiet as if he was asleep.But Langling's hands trembled, her lips trembled, and slowly, a thin layer of watery light gathered in her eyes.

He knelt down, held Xanthium's cold hand, pulled him into his arms, and said softly, like coaxing a child: "Xan'er, don't be like this, wake up, huh?"

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