The End of the Emperor's Industry

"Huh?" Tu'er was confused. "Why do you ask that..."

"It's just... just casually speaking..." Long Xun was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, if someone hurt me badly, I definitely don't want to talk to him anymore!" Rabbit God pouted.

"Why...?" Long Xun was puzzled.

"Why?" Tu'er gave Long Xun a blank look, and said, "Let me ask you, if someone punched you, would you still pay attention to him? If it were me, I wouldn't forgive him! Such a person , must not be a good person!" Tu'er looked absolutely determined.

"Oh, that's true..."

Rabbit God and Long Xun exchanged a few words in a few words, but Long Xun was speechless, so he simply sneered and turned his face to the other side.

No longer stare at the eyes of the rabbit god.

"Hey, you seem unhappy, what's the matter with you?" Rabbit God stretched out his finger to lightly poke Long Xun's heart.

"Ah, it's nothing, I'm fine...it's getting late, you should have a good rest..." Long Xun said, intending to get up, but unexpectedly, he was killed by the Rabbit God, embraced the arms. "What's wrong with you?" Long Xun was puzzled.

"I want to go home... I accept the bed... Can you take me home..." Tu'er blinked at Long Xun pitifully, clearly His eyes are like water.

I see pity, but also intertwined with invisible sadness.

"Then do you know where your home is?" Long Xun asked directly, because he knew in his heart that everything that the Rabbit God said was made up of delusional thinking.

Sure enough, when asked by him, Tu'er God only thought for a while, then shook his head decisively.

He said: "This... I really can't remember..."

It is normal to be unable to remember things that have never existed before, things that have never happened before.

"Since you can't think of it, then you can stay here with me. Don't worry, I'm not a villain, and I will protect you..."

Long Xun smiled softly, raised his hand to caress the hair of Rabbit God, the doting overflowing from his fingertips was self-evident.

"Protect me? Then it sounds like you shouldn't be a bad person. Then... since you want to protect me, I have nothing to be afraid of. Go away! I'm going to sleep! You go to the door Stand by outside, I have something to do, I will call you! Go, go!" Rabbit God said, then broke away from Long Xun's arms, and pushed Long Xun away.

Seeing him like this, Long Xun had no choice but to stand up and walk away.Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the Rabbit God, so innocent and innocent, but Long Xun's brows were still gloomy.

......

Carrying a jug of strong wine, Long Xun sat down on the stone steps outside.

According to what the Rabbit God said, he was really like this, leaning on the Panlong Optimus Prime, looking up at the moon, and drinking heavily.

In this way, the time of the night was wasted bit by bit.Although only a moment and a half passed, Long Xun felt that a thousand years had passed.

He was very drunk.

But Tiangong is impermanent, at this moment, there was another burst of lightning and thunder, followed by heavy rain.

This made Long Xun's already depressed mood plummet even more.

"Who allowed you to be so stormy! Stop it! Stop it!" Long Xun rushed into the rain outside, angrily threw the wine jar in his hand, pointed vertically at the sky, and roared and cursed.The rain was ferocious, and the sound of the wine jug breaking, but it still stirred up a bit of sadness in this cloudy sky.

At this moment, Long Xun looked like a crazy lunatic.

The red clothes were wet from the cool rain, and clinging to his body, so he looked a little thin.

His face was covered with water, but he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

Thinking of the Rabbit God, Long Xun's heart felt like a mess again, and it was still tied up, a mess.

Transformed into a long sword, he danced wildly in the rain, waving the sword in the air, the green leaves fluttered like butterflies, circling around his body, but it only added to the desolation.

Maybe it was because he played for too long, he was a little tired, so he simply knelt on one knee with his sword propped on the ground.

He panted heavily, staring like a copper bell, but in his evil eyes, resentment and remorse were written.Because, all of this was caused by himself.

He couldn't find the reason for the self-deception.

My heart really hurts. Is there any way to replace that kind of torture.

Looking at the earthworm-like scar on his wrist, Long Xun smiled.

This is left over from the wars against other countries thousands of years ago. I don’t know how it will feel if it is opened again.It must be indescribably wonderful.

Long Xun thought about this in his mind, and then he bit his lips tightly, and with the long sword in his hand, pressed against his wrist, and slashed heavily, a bloody wound became vivid again.

Blood flowed down the wrist, gushing incessantly, one drop after another, scrambling to be the first to fall on the wet ground, the rain and blood mingled.

Long Xun, on the other hand, stared intently at the bloody wound and smiled.It's just that the smile is a little stiff.

Ah, if *has been tortured, the heart won't hurt so much, it's true at all.

If the pain of the physical body is doubled, then maybe you will forget what it feels like to feel like a knife...

Thinking of this, Long Xun simply used magic to transform into a small bottle of red stuff, which turned out to be pepper water.

Unscrewing the cork, the smell was pungent, but he sprinkled the whole bottle of chili water on his wound.It was shocking to see, but his face was expressionless.

"Comfortable! Really comfortable!" He yelled pretending to be relaxed, and danced wantonly in the torrential rain, blood splashed everywhere, but he was smiling, as if mad, nothing more than Long Xun. Bar.

I don't know whether it was because of the drunkenness or the excessive blood loss, but Long Xun finally collapsed to the ground, and the rain was still falling.

The blood from Long Xun's wrist also kept dripping.The black silk is scattered in the rain, like thousands of black silk flying.

He looked up to the sky, but the sky was dark.

He only felt that his consciousness began to gradually blur, and his vision also began to slacken.

"You...what's wrong with you..."

Footsteps approached, under the black paper umbrella, there was a pink figure, but her face was worried.

He looked at him, and smiled slightly.

After that, he closed his eyes tightly and lay in a pool of blood, not knowing what was going on...

Only the violent storm is left, and I will never tire of it...