beg for chivalry

Ten years ago, Jin Yi once saw this look in the eyes of the person in front of him.

At that time, he was also in the midst of a sea of ​​flames, the heat wave hit the sky, the flames were scorching, the surrounding walls were scorched, and countless corpses were lying here and there in the river of blood.In the overwhelming smell of burnt meat, he held a bloody sharp knife and stood in front of a child who was held down by the assassin of Houtianlou.

The child was pinned down by the Houtianlou assassin, his limbs and joints were removed, and he was crying heart-piercingly.But when Jin Yi walked slowly, he stopped crying, and let out a beast-like howl from his throat.Jin Yi looked at him, and although the child was wearing tattered clothes, he could see the original gorgeous brocade clothes, his hair was disheveled, and a pair of green and piercing eyes were hidden between the unkempt hair.

Jin Yi stared at the pair of eyes, which were eyes filled with hatred.While staring at it, Jin Yi suddenly recalled the fear in his heart when he faced the Hartz Road cavalry.The group of wolves in the wilderness hung two scimitars by their sides, and their horseshoes kicked up dust.They rampage, roaring to the sky, and galloping among the enemy groups, bringing up a lot of blood.There is also unceasing wildness in the child's eyes, just like the passer-by in Harts who left a long and narrow knife mark on his chest.

He planted the seeds of resentment that day, and that resentment will take root and sprout, and one day the child will grow into a vicious and ruthless evil spirit.

But now, the Raksha ghost slightly opened his eyes wide, staring at Jin Yi, and Jin Yi saw the same confusion, pain and hatred in those green eyes as it was ten years ago.

Jin Wu murmured: "You killed... my father and mother?"

Ai Jigui took this gaze into his eyes, grinned, and spit out the cruel words again, saying:

"Don't doubt what I just said! You never knew about this. Because you were taken to the building before, you were given medicine by the landlord on the left. Maybe you can't remember most of the past. I am sure, I saw it with my own eyes. Watching your parents die."

Between swords and guns, they made a sudden move, which caused a lot of noise.Jin Yi threw out three spears, and grabbed the tip of Jin Wu's knife violently.He slowly said: "Your mother is the ninth daughter of Huilan Batu by the Black Water, the 'blue-eyed Rakshasa girl' who once terrified the Northern Army. Do you know what will happen to her in the end?"

Jin Wu's heart was beating very fast, every beat seemed to burst his chest.He stared at Jin Yi's lipless mouth, wanting to rush forward and tear the open and closed mouth apart.

"I heard that although the people of Harz were brave and good at fighting, they always died of cold. At that time, she was weak and weak, and she no longer looked like a Rakshasa girl."

A creepy smile appeared on Aiji Ghost's scorched face, and he said, "But you know what? She always wanted to protect you. That night, she climbed down from the bed with three swords stuck in her back, and kept Climb into the yard."

"The assassins gouged out her eyes. She didn't know where you were, so she bumped into you like a headless chicken. I don't know how many times you bumped into the courtyard wall. The courtyard was full of her blood..."

A heart seemed to burst suddenly in his chest, Jin Wu trembled all over, listening to Jin Yi's words in a daze, and even forgot to interrupt or refute.

The blood in Jiading Jinfu has not been dried for seven years. When he returned to Jinfu to see the grandpa, he had stood in front of the mottled broken wall for a long time.Years of torrential rain never washed away the bloody handprints on the wall that his mother had left that night. On that windy and cold night, the woman whose eyes had been gouged out fumbled her way forward and fell down in front of the mansion.

Although Jin Wu knew that his parents had passed away, he didn't know why they died, and there was still a little bit of luck in his heart, hoping that one day he could meet them again in this mortal world.But now Jin Yi categorically told him that his parents were tortured and killed by Hou Tianlou, and he was sadly unable to interrupt Jin Yi when he was full of anger, because he wanted to hear more about his parents. thing.

"As for your father, Ningyuan Hou Jinhao, he let the Houtianlou assassins lose a lot of manpower. We escorted him who was seriously injured to the execution room, and let him live for a while longer."

Aiji ghost is faint and authentic, with a smile like a gap in his face, "Huh, it's ridiculous! The world often thinks that Ningyuan Hou Yingwu is hard to be, and going in and out of thousands of armies is like entering a land without people, but he did it for a sick woman and a hairy man. The little brat, who was not fully grown, was wearing several wounds and fell into our hands."

The Raksha ghost turned his face away, feeling heavy and sour in his heart.He didn't get to see his father for the last time, so in his heart, Jin Hao's figure has always been tall and stalwart.Ning Yuanhou would only touch his head gently, and smile to see him play and play, clean and not stained with blood.

"Do you know what he looked like in the end?" At this point, Jin Yi's smile deepened, his pitch-black face trembled, and an extremely ferocious smile appeared, "We cut off his kneecaps and told him , as long as you kowtow three times to everyone in the Ministry of Finance, we will let you and your mother go."

Aijigui was no longer calm, and his laughter was hoarse but sharp: "He really kowtowed! The general Zhenguo who was almost regarded as a god in the world bowed his head to us! He dragged his bloody knee and begged for mercy. We kowtow."

"Haha, Luo Sha, you haven't seen his appearance at that time. That man is not like the famous Ning Yuanhou, but a dog kneeling at the foot of the assassin in Houtianlou!"

"After a few days, he died, like a mouse in a tunnel. Before he died, each of us in the Ministry of Finance killed your mother in front of him..." Jin Yisen sneered, but he only spoke half of the sentence. He suddenly changed the subject, "Hey, what's wrong with you, Jin Wu?"

Jin Wu looked at him quietly.At this time, they had put down their swords and guns between words, and stood face to face, thrusting their weapons into the soil to support their bodies.Ai Jigui clearly saw a gleam of light flashing on Rakshagui's pale cheeks stained with blood and dust, and water droplets slid across the cheeks and fell down on the chin.

"Are you crying, Jin Wu?" Jin Yi said. "It's really unexpected, even the murderous Rakshasa will shed tears."

Ai Jigui took out a ghost mask from his bosom, and threw it at Jinwu's feet.It was the copper face of Rakshasa, with fangs like swords and horns protruding.

Jin Yi said: "I picked it up from the treasure hall, put it on, so that you won't be blinded by blood and tears. The left master often said that only when you cover the face of a fierce ghost, can you have the heart of an evil ghost. Let the heart of the ghost come and kill us and Zuozhuzhu."

In the boundless flames, the golden crow's eye sockets glistened with tears, and the teardrops slowly slid down his cheeks and landed on the pitch-black military uniform.

But he was too quiet, he didn't utter a word from the beginning to the end, neither frowned nor yelled at Jin Yi.He just stood there with a lonely figure, like a lost child.

After a long time, the Raksha ghost lowered his head, and suddenly let out a long breath:

"...Thank you."

Jin Yiqi said: "I killed your parents, the Jin family is gone, your relatives are either dead or distant, why do you suddenly thank me?"

"I came here today, but I'm not really ready to die yet." Jin Wu said slowly, "But after hearing what you said just now, I have finally made up my mind."

Tianyu raised the tip of the iron knife, picked up the ghost's face and threw it upwards, and the dust flew away in an instant.The Raksha ghost raised his head, and Jin saw that his canthus was about to burst, and the anger in his eyes was soaring to the sky, almost turning them blood red.The ghost face flashed in the air and landed firmly in his hands.Jin Wu tied the tie behind his head, and covered his face with the ghost mask.

In an instant, the Raksha ghost leaped out, his figure was like a speeding ghost, and the short black shorts flashed in front of his eyes, like a dry ink mark.A violent and hoarse roar burst out from his chest, he roared:

"Aren't you willing to be the people who wait for the sky, waiting for the order of heaven? Zuo Buzheng is a piece of shit, there is no destiny at all!"

"Even if there is, it's a lingering disaster, and the way of heaven will be repaid. If so, I will do this destiny and drag you all to hell!"

The damaged Tianyu Iron Knife burst into a soul-stirring cold light, and the black-clothed Rakshasa roared:

"Today I will definitely die here, and none of you - don't even want to live!"

In the scorching fire waves, the sky and the earth seemed to be submerged in lava.The Raksha ghost could no longer distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth, life and death. He shot straight out like an arrow from the string, every bone and every muscle in his hands, legs, and body was deeply engraved. Trembling with hatred in my heart.Jinbu Assassins surrounded them like a flock of lingering and disturbing crows.

The eyes are the color of fire, or the color of blood.He howled, ignoring the pain in his body, and swung the blade with all his might.The cold light of Tian Yu's iron knife was covered with hot blood, and he pierced the chest of the attacking Jinbu assassin, turning the handle of the knife like a mad ghost, letting the blood splash on his body.

At this time, he didn't use the saber technique of any family. At this moment, Luosha only thought about how to kill and take his life, how to let the person in front of him die under his sword.

"Golden Crow, Golden Crow..." Somebody seemed to be calling his name in the dark, like the gentle voice of his mother and Marquis Ningyuan, but it was buried in the mixed killing intent.All the good dreams of the past have been broken. The scene of sitting under the eaves with my mother listening to the rain and playing with the water, the happy time of riding around Jiading on the white horse of Ningyuan Hou, and the time of being reprimanded by the grandpa to practice swords tremblingly seem to be here. Incinerated in the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had been in a cage and never got out.If Zuo Buzheng wanted him to kill, he would stain his hands with blood; if he wanted him to kill the blood himself, he would cause the grandpa to kill himself; May, swing the blade where she points.

Luo Sha fights among the ghosts.Starting, chopping, and stabbing, he was stabbed by the swords of the Jinbu assassins, and then stabbed the tip of the knife into their bodies.

He suddenly thought: What is he living for?

He must have lived in this world for the sake of suffering.But now, this weak reason will also be wiped out in the raging fire, and will no longer exist.His name turned into ashes, and at this moment he was just a Rakshasa ghost ruthlessly swinging a sharp blade.

"Master Jin, Master Jin...!"

It seemed that someone was calling him from far away.Raksha's sword-wielding hand paused for a moment.

His dazed mind regained consciousness slightly, and he remembered the owner of the voice.It was a child from Jiading who had been pestering him just now, and he came here to watch the Martial Arts Conference with Old Huang Ya. He was a child who could only chirp and mock him, and kept urging him to find someone.

The kid had been hiding behind him just now, showing a cowering look as if he was frightened by the Houtianlou assassin.

Luo Sha suddenly thought of the child, and murmured: "By the way, I have to... protect him."

But he heard a heart-piercing scream first.It was too late to close the knife, he was in full swing just now, he slashed at the Jinbu assassin like crazy, chopped the opponent's flesh to pieces, made his head dizzy and his eyes red.

At this moment, he lowered his head, and the miserable scene in front of him was vaguely reflected in his blood-soaked eyes.

In order to evade his blade, an assassin from the Jinbu held the child in front of his chest, trying to tell him to stop.But he didn't stop, and slashed over with a knife.

The Raksha ghost looked down at his blood-stained blade.Under the blade, the two parts of the body of the assassin and the child are particularly glaring.The child fell silent, but his pure white eyes were fixed on him.

"610 seven...610 eight..."

Jin Wu looked at the bloody corpse and counted softly.His eyes trembled for a moment, but he lost his mind again, as if he had fallen into even greater confusion.In the end, he covered his head and wanted to kneel among the piles of corpses.

"... How many people did I... kill again?"

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