The sound of the flute lasts for a long time, and the blood is sobbing.

Several lives of the Liang family were not spared.

The whole area is full of red and the blood is all over the ground.

In this world, grudges and grudges are acknowledged.

Whoever is sad and whoever advises whoever is kind.

"Is it only so that you know how painful it hurts?" The girl leaned over with a smile, looked at him gently, and her smile was also stained with blood.

If you don’t empathize, then you can experience it yourself.

Yan Bai had suffered and suffered half of his life he had been killed by gritting his teeth, and she would have let Liang Junshang return one by one ten or a hundred times.

"Yan Bai..." Liang Junshang's eyes were red, covered with blood, and he had blood in his mouth, and the smell of blood was strong. "Are you still Yan Bai?"

“No.”

Liang Junshang suddenly raised his head, Ranbai said calmly in the other party's eyes: "Yanbai is dead, you killed him with your own hands."

Liang Junshang covered his face in despair and laughed loudly. Tears of laughter came out. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh. He only felt that his life was really sad. All the beliefs he firmly collapsed overnight in the first half of his life, and what he had was ruined by his own hands. Now that love cannot be loved or seeking is the bitter fruit planted.

"It's your turn now." The girl's voice was soft, and the tip of the knife was facing him.

Many people in this world are sad, and it is not the only one who is the worst, but how to live is your own.

She didn't think forgiveness was so noble, nor was she afraid that hatred would turn into nightmares day and night.

All the sounds remained quiet, nothing seemed to have happened, and there was still a strong smell of blood in the air.

"One life is worth one life, this is fair." The slim figure gradually drifted away, the cold wind blew through the corner of her clothes, and a ray of moonlight leaked out, his voice was far and quiet, and he was silent: "I am not a Buddha, so why do you treat me as a saint."

The next day,

The sky is gloomy and gray.

A man was tied to the tall wooden frame.

There were still those people around the audience, but the one on the stage changed.

Fear and despair wrapped Feng Youyou. She kept screaming and scolding but it was useless. Everyone pointed at her, and the torch lit the straw on the wooden rack!

Feng Youyou didn't want to die, so she struggled desperately, her wrist was soaked in blood. She watched the flames rushing to her body. The burning pain in her skin made her unable to make a sound, and it hurts to her bones!

She didn't understand why she ended up like this.

Everything left her.

In the end, nothing is there.

Fifteenth, Brother Lu, Liang Junshang...

In the end, she has nothing!

Feng Youyou regretted it.

Really regret it.

If she did it again, she would want nothing and just want to live.

In a trance, Feng Youyou seemed to see a girl being burned by a wooden rack with fire, and even her bones were left. Her face was Yan Bai!

Feng Youyou burst out laughing, her body twisted because of the fire, and tears fell down. In the last glance she was swallowed by the flames, she seemed to see a black shadow, and her eyes were in the ancient well.

After Feng Youyou died, Ranbai turned around and left, quietly walked to an empty place, and she stopped.

"After so long, I'm still following me?"

The boy walked out slowly, holding the sword silently, with a bright red rope between his wrists.

It was quiet for a long time, and the two of them stood opposite each other, and the sound of the wind passed by, and the weather was slightly cold.

After a long time, he opened his mouth with a hoarse voice and looked at Ranbai with dark eyes, "Do you still remember when you were a child...save a little beggar?"

"Remember." Ranbai said coldly.

The boy lowered his eyelashes slightly, his eyelashes kept trembling, his fingers clenched the sword in his arms, his knuckles were white, and he didn't even have the courage to tell her the truth.

"It's you."

The boy suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were astonished, staring straight at Ranbai, his eyes unblinking, his heart's always slow and cold jumping momentum was uncontrollable, and his voice was hoarse and dry: "...Did you know everything?"

Ranbai's eyes were light and he didn't say a word.

"You regret saving me very much." The boy smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes were quiet and broken, and he faintly turned red. A heart that was incomprehensible in the world tasted the pain for the first time. His breathing was light and his voice was light.

"Aunt Qiu died at your hands, how can you not regret it?" Ranbai said: "If Yanbai knew that the person she saved with kindness would kill Aunt Qiu in the future, she would not save her again."

really.

It's true.

The boy was numb all his life and wandered around. He did everything despicable to live, and willingly sold himself to Feng Youyou for the sake of the two buns.

What does regret feel like? Ants gnaw on the heart, grow needles and pierce into the bone marrow, and it is in pain.

He finally understood.

"sorry."

“It’s useless.”

The boy froze. He closed his eyes and tried his best to restrain those strange emotions that had never been seen before. He walked step by step towards the white. Every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Finally, he stopped at a distance. He presented a long sword that never left his body with both hands, and the cold light came into his eyes in an instant.

Ranbai didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Kill me, use this sword to relieve hatred." The boy was silent for a moment, maintaining the posture of holding the sword with both hands, his back was straight, like a wolf cub who was forever abandoned that no one wanted. He was fierce and unsettled in the world. However, at this moment, his eyes were red and his eyes were dark and blurred. He forced himself to calmly say: "You gave my life, I owe you two lives. I can't pay it back now. If I have the chance in my next life... I will pay it back again."

In a certain aspect, the boy's feelings are simple and blank. He is just a piece of white paper. The world makes him wander and dyes him black. Everything he learns from others, but his emotional background is still blank, waiting for people to smear them freely.

The most vicious wolf cubs also need someone to teach them.

He lacks a teacher.

Unfortunately, no one cares about him or cares.

"Do you still have it? If I take your life, Aunt Qiu will come back?"

The boy's face became paler, and his hands, which had always been very stable, were shaking slightly. His heartbeat was very fast, and he almost jumped out of his chest violently. He lowered his eyelashes, "...Will your hands be dirty if you kill me? I understand."

He can't even say a word of explanation, nor can he excuse himself, he is not good at speaking and is extremely silly.

Ranbai could see the boy at a glance and understand what he was thinking.

If she doesn't kill him, he will kill himself.

Because his life is hers, he should pay it back if he owes her.

This is the only stubborn idea in the poor and poor mind of the fifteenth barren mind.

"I won't kill you." Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes were cold and said indifferently: "I want you to live in pain and regret it. I cannot be liberated day and night, so I can't afford to the two lives you owe me."

Shifen was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to think about what Ranbai said. After reacting, he tightened his sword and asked softly: "Is this what you want?"

Without waiting for Ranbai to answer, the corner of the boy's lips bent slightly out of a curve, which was not very comfortable, stiff and weird, as if he hadn't seen the sunlight tear up by the light for the first time. He obviously tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but it was more like a clown's mask.

"Okay." He probably knew that he looked ugly when he smiled, so he quickly calmed down his curves and nodded seriously.
Chapter completed!