"Yes, the sword energy is good, but unfortunately, I'm a little slower. In a few years, I'm afraid I can't beat it."

Ji Xianke turned the hilt of the sword in his hand and handed it out, "What you want."

After taking the fallen master, Lu Daoxuan fell into silence, looked at its sharp blade like water, and sighed: "It's a good sword, but it's a pity that I haven't met the wise master."

"What I really want to say is that the integrity of rather than surrender is more valuable, right?"

Li Boqing leaned on the chair, still drinking the remaining wine, laughing self-deprecatingly: "It would be pitiful if he really became a member of our evil party."

"Some people have created hell. The evil ghosts in hell crawled out. How can they ask them to do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and abandon darkness and turn to light?"

Lu Daoxuan replied calmly: "The three realms are like a fire house. Life is a gathering of suffering, birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-lasting resentment, and no seeking... Like us, it is just a futile struggle."

After hearing this, Li Boqing was silent for a long time and sighed: "When will it take to struggle?"

"Until this world becomes hell."

He said, "You can be free, Li Boqing."

Li Boqing didn't say anything, just drank.

He raised his head and drank the last wine, but he started to choke and coughed again, tears and snot flowed out. But in the hoarse gasps, there was a laugh.

"I didn't expect that I could play a little more role in the end. Come on, come on."

He spread his arms, as if he was waiting for a hug, and he no longer had no nostalgia.

Then, the sword blade penetrated through his body and came out from his back, tearing his heart out neatly!

"Go away."

Lu Daoxuan took a step back and said goodbye softly.

Li Boqing did not fall down. He was struggling to hold up from the chair, staggered forward, crossed the old man in front of him, and walked towards the ruins on the stage.

As I passed by, I thanked hoarsely: "Thank you for these years."

Lu Daoxuan didn't say anything, just remained silent.

But Li Boqing smiled and his steps gradually became lighter. He stumbled in the mess all over the ground, climbed onto the collapsed stage, panted, and crawled towards the small broken house little by little.

It's like, back to what it was many years ago.

Hearing the familiar laughter in the courtyard, the child was playing, and was picked up by his mother, sitting at the simple table, three pairs of chopsticks were already arranged on the table, cheap and delicious dishes, and a small glass of wine was prepared.

They smiled, counted the time silently, and waited for the return of their beloved.

But soon, all the illusions dissipated and disappeared.

Only the collapsed walls and the remaining ruins were snuggling with the man who was supposed to die, as if he was embracing him gently.

"I'm back."

Li Boqing smiled and closed his eyes.

Sorry, I came back too late.

Can you forgive me...

At the beginning, I was still fighting with all my strength. After knocking down three times, I was able to get up. After breaking one arm, I chose to bite it with my teeth.

After the fourth back of the head, Xun Qing finally lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Dying.

But his hollow eyes were still staring at the front, reaching out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something.

In the end, nothing was caught.

In silence, Kunlun Mole drew out his heavy sword and pointed it at his neck, but for a long time, the blade had not been cut off, but was silent.

Until the end, he turned around, looked behind him, and hesitated: "Duke Xuan, is it really good for us to do this?"

"Stop talking nonsense, solve it."

Lu Daoxuan walked out of the door and looked forward expressionlessly: "There is still a lot of things to do, and he doesn't have time to waste his time on that kind of waste."

Ji Xianke followed him and when he passed by, he smiled and patted Mole's shoulder, "Drink together when you have time."

"Daoxuan Gong!"

Kunlun Mole raised his voice and shouted at the back that was about to go away: "Many people have died, how many more people will have to die to stop?"

Lu Daoxuan didn't say anything.

I just turned around and looked at him coldly, and my eyes were heart-freezing.

"...Stop it, Mr. Dao Xuan. Don't make any mistakes."

Kunlun Mole hesitated for a long time and said softly: "Is it enough? Even if it is revenge, it should be enough? Everyone, everyone should start over."

"Mole, do you regret it?" Lu Daoxuan asked.

"I don't regret it, I just..."

Mole was silent for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the fainting young man under his feet, "I'm just a little scared."

Fear of that look.

I am afraid that my past grief and despair will appear in other people's eyes...

"Duke Xuan, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Kunlun Mole dropped the sword in his hand and whispered: "I have decided not to be a swordsman anymore."

"So that's it? I've changed from a wild dog to a domestic dog, Mole."

Lu Daoxuan saw that expression and sighed disappointed: "Believe in the life given to you by others, and indulge in peace and peace, but does not know that everything he has is just an unrealistic dream from beginning to end."

"I want to find a place to plant flowers quietly." Mole begged: "I don't want to hurt anything more..."

"Stop talking to me in my sleep, Mole."

Lu Daoxuan interrupted him, "Kill him, you have a lot of work."

During the long silence, Mole lowered his head and looked at the fainting young man under his feet, shook his head with difficulty for a long time.

So, Lu Daoxuan withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Wave.

Behind him, Ji Xianke took a step forward and sighed helplessly: "Why do people who want to drink always die early?"

Mole's face changed drastically and he wanted to retreat, but Ji Xianke was already in front of him.

The slash of the magic light.

Mole's right hand flew up, and a deep scar broke out on his chest, and blood gushed out.

The winner has been decided.

Ji Xianke was about to put his sword into the sheath, but he heard the roar of the man in front of him, and roared with all his might, and regardless of the crack of the wound, he rushed towards him.

Ji Xianke waved his sword and pierced his lungs, but he felt that the sword edge was tightly clamped by his muscles. The burly demon seed roared and pushed him away with all his might. He grabbed Xun Qing, who was fainting on the ground, and rushed out towards the gate.

Escaped.

Lu Daoxuan raised his eyes expressionlessly, and countless sounds of bowstrings were heard. In the darkness, the puppets pulled the trigger. In an instant, the rain of arrows swallowed the running figure.

But incredible that the figure covered with arrows was still moving forward with difficulty.

little by little, moving.

A bloody road was drawn on the ground.

"I'm sorry, sorry...I'm sorry..."

In the blood-lost drowsiness, his empty murmurs were repeated over and over again, but he didn't know who to say it.

Tell me to the young man in my arms who had fainted, to Cheng Yaojin, who had been deceived by him from beginning to end, or to Lu Daoxuan?

He couldn't figure it out.

But there are too many things that have been done wrong, so many that he has no time to make up for it. When he starts to regret it, everything is too late.

"sorry."

He choked up and tried his best to throw Xun Qing out.

The figure fell from behind the fence, gradually distant, falling into the bottomless rush and drinking water, with only a faint echo.

Immediately afterwards, the sword blade from behind penetrated the heart.

Kunlun Mole fell to the ground, his lips finally twitched, and he felt a chill.

Is it snowing?

I can't sleep anymore, so I have to go home quickly and move the flowers from the nursery into the room.

But he couldn't remember anything, and where was the way home?

He has no home anymore.

Mole closed his eyes, fell asleep, and was swallowed by the darkness.
Chapter completed!