"And the man seemed to have just been found by the burly man, beat him, and had a wound on his face. Then he saw this dirty little child hugging his leg, very irritable, and kicked away.

"He got into the ox cart and told the coachman to leave immediately. The child got up from the ground and ran after the ox cart. He wanted to eat that plate of sweet snacks so much that he finally caught up, and beckoned in front of the cart to let him go. They stopped. The man, disturbed by his cries, took the whip from the coachman's hand, struck him on the head, and knocked him to the ground.

He said word by word: "Then, the wheels ran over one by one from this child's hands!"

Regardless of whether Xiao Xingchen could see it or not, Xue Yang raised his left hand towards him: "Seven years old! One of the bones of his left hand was completely broken, and one finger was crushed into a puddle of mud on the spot! This man is Chang Ping's father.

"Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, when you arrested me on Jinlintai, you were so righteous and righteous! You condemned me for killing everyone because of a little grudge. If your fingers don't grow on you, you don't know the pain! I don't know. What does a heart-piercing scream come out of his own mouth! Why did I kill his whole family? Why didn't you ask him, why did he come to tease me for fun?! Today's Xue Yang is worship The gift of Chang Ci'an in the past! The Yueyang Chang clan is just eating the fruit!"

Xiao XingChen couldn't believe it: "Chang Cian cut off one of your fingers back then, even if you want to take revenge, you can cut off one of his fingers. I really can't bear to hate him, you cut him two, ten! Or even if you It's fine to cut off one of his arms! Why do you have to kill the whole family? Do you need more than 50 lives to pay for one finger?"

Xue Yang thought about it seriously, as if he thought his questioning was strange, and said, "Of course. Your fingers are yours, and your life is someone else's. No matter how many kills you have, you can't get enough of them. Fifty people only, how can they be worth one of me? a finger?"

Xiao XingChen asked bitterly, "What about the other people?! Then why did you want to slaughter Baixueguan? Why did you blind the eyes of Taoist Song Zichen?!"

Xue Yang said, "Then why are you blocking me? Why are you blocking my affairs? Why are you helping the Chang family? Are you helping Chang Cian? Or Chang Ping? How was Chang Ping grateful at first? I beg you not to help him anymore? Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, from the very beginning, you were wrong in this matter. You shouldn’t have a grudge against others. Or you shouldn't go down the mountain at all. Your master is so smart, why don't you listen to her and ask her to stay on the mountain and cultivate an immortal? If you don't understand what's going on in this world, don't enter the world!"

Xiao XingChen couldn't bear it any longer, "...Xue Yang, you are...disgusting..."

Hearing this sentence, the fierce light in Xue Yang's eyes that had not been revealed for a long time reappeared.

He sneered a few times and said, "Xiao Xingchen, that's why I hate you. What I hate the most is you, a self-proclaimed righteous person, a person who thinks you are noble and pure, that's you. This kind of big fool who always thinks that the world will be a better place if you do something good, stupid, idiot, naive! You disgust me? Well, am I afraid of being disgusted by people? But do you have the right to disgust me?"

Xiao Xingchen was slightly startled, and said, "...what do you mean?"

A-Qing and Wei Wuxian's hearts almost jumped out of their chests!

Xue Yang said, "We haven't gone out to kill walking corpses recently, have we? But in the past two years, did we go out to kill a bunch of them every few days?"

Xiao Xingchen's lips moved, as if feeling slightly uneasy, and said, "What do you mean by saying this now?"

Xue Yang said: "It doesn't make any sense. It's just a pity that you are blind, your two eyeballs have been dug out, and you can't see. When the 'walking corpses' you killed were pierced by your sword, you were so afraid and painful. Some knelt down and kowtowed to you with tears, begging you to spare their family members, if I hadn’t cut off their tongues, they would have cried aloud and shouted 'the Taoist priest for mercy'."

Xiao Xingchen trembled all over.

After a long while, he said with difficulty: "You lied to me. You want to lie to me."

Xue Yang said, "Yes, I lied to you. I lied to you all the time. Who knew that you would believe those who lied to you, but you would not believe those who didn't lie to you?"

Xiao XingChen staggered and slashed at him, shouting, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Xue Yang covered his abdomen, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and stepped back calmly. And the expression on his face was no longer human, his eyes were flashing green light, and his pair of tiny tiger teeth showed when he laughed, making him look like a living ghost. He shouted: "Okay! I shut up! If you don't believe it, let him tell you that I didn't lie to you!"

When the sword wind hit, Xiao Xingchen subconsciously held Shuanghua backhand to block. Two swords and one jiāo, he was stunned.

Not stunned, but the whole person has turned into a withered stone statue.

Xiao Xingchen asked very carefully, "...is that Zichen?"

no answer.

Song Lan's corpse stood behind him, seemingly staring at Xiao Xingchen, but with no pupils in his eyes. He held a long sword and looked at Shuanghua.

The two of them must have often exchanged swordsmanship in the past, and they were able to judge each other by their strength alone. But Xiao XingChen didn't seem to be sure, he turned around slowly, reached out very slowly, and touched the blade of Song Lan's sword. Then he moved up the blade and touched the word "Fuxue" engraved on the hilt.

Xiao Xingchen's face became whiter and whiter.

He touched Fuxue's blade without any control, not even knowing that the blade had cut through the palm of his hand, his whole body and even his voice trembled almost to the ground: "...Zichen...Song Daochang...Song Daochang... is it you……"

Song Lan looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Xiao XingChen's eye-catching bandages had already been soaked in two blood dòng by the endless stream of blood. He wanted to reach out and touch the man with the sword, but he didn't dare, his hand stretched out and retracted. A-Qing's chest felt like bursts of tearing pain. The pain made it hard for her and Wei WuXian to breathe, unable to breathe. Tears flowed from her eyes like a fountain.

Xiao XingChen stood on the spot bewildered: "...what's the matter...say something..."

He collapsed completely: "Who said something?!"

Xue Yang spoke as he wished, "Do I need to tell you again, who is the walking corpse you killed yesterday?"

When the sound.

Shuanghua fell to the ground.

Xue Yang burst into laughter.

Xiao Xingchen knelt down in front of Song Lan, who was standing numbly, holding his head and burst into tears.

Xue Yang laughed until tears filled his eyes, and said viciously, "What's the matter! When two good friends met, they were moved to tears! Do you want to hug each other!"

A-Qing covered her mouth tightly to prevent the whimpering from leaking out.

Inside the Yizhuang, Xue Yang walked around and cursed in a terrifying tone that was both furious and ecstatic: "Save the world! I'm really laughing to death, you can't even save yourself!"

In Wei Wuxian's head, sharp pains throbbed. The pain didn't come from A-Qing's soul, but his own soul was in pain.

Xiao Xingchen knelt down awkwardly on the ground and crouched at Song Lan's feet. He shrank to a very small size, as if he had become a very weak mass. The original white and flawless robe was covered with blood and dust. Xue Yang shouted at him, "You have achieved nothing, and you have failed completely.

At this moment, on Xiao Xingchen, Wei Wuxian saw himself.

A crushing defeat, covered in blood, accomplishing nothing, being criticized and scolded by others, and who can only cry!

The white bandages were completely dyed red, Xiao Xingchen's face was covered in blood, with no eyes and no tears.

Been deceived for a few years. Treat enemies as friends. Goodwill is trampled on. He thought he was fighting demons and subduing demons, but his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. Killed my friend with my own hands!

He could only whimper in pain: "Forgive me."

Xue Yang said, "Didn't you just stab me to death with your sword? Why did you beg for mercy after a while?"

He clearly knew that Song Lan's murderous corpse was escorting him, and it was impossible for Xiao Xingchen to use his sword.

He won again. Big win.

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen picked up Shuanghua on the ground, turned the blade around, and put the blade on his neck.

A clear silver light flashed across Xue Yang's dark eyes that seemed to be dark, Xiao XingChen let go of his hand, and the bright red blood slid down Shuanghua's blade.

With the sound of the long sword rolling down, Xue Yang's laughter and actions instantly froze.

After a long silence, he walked over to Xiao Xingchen's motionless corpse, lowered his head, the twisted curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly retreated, and dense bloodshots crept into his eyes. Maybe Xue Yang's eyes turned slightly red.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth viciously and said, "It's you and me!"

After he finished speaking, he sneered and said to himself: "It's better to be dead! Only those who are dead are obedient."

Xue Yang probed for Xiao Xingchen's breathing and squeezed his hand. He seemed to feel that he was not dead enough or stiff enough. He stood up and went into the dormitory on the side. A clean cloth towel wiped off the blood on his face, and put on a new bandage, wrapping it around Xiao XingChen carefully.

He drew the formation on the ground, placed the necessary materials, and placed Xiao Xingchen's body inside. After doing this, I remembered to wrap my abdomen.

He probably believed that the two of them would see each other again in a while, and his heart became more and more happy. He picked up all the vegetables and fruits that had fallen on the ground, lined them up neatly in the basket again, and diligently put them together. The house was also cleaned, and a thick layer of new rice was placed on the coffin where A-Qing slept. Finally, he took out the candy Xiao Xingchen gave him last night from his sleeve.

Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he thought about it, but he held it back and put it back. He sat at the table, resting his chin in one hand, waiting for Xiao Xingchen to sit up.

But never waited.

Xue Yang's face became darker and darker, his eyes became darker and darker, and his fingers tapped on the table impatiently.

When it was already dark, he kicked the table, scolded, lifted his clothes and stood up, knelt down beside Xiao Xingchen's corpse, and checked the formation and incantation he had just drawn. Repeated confirmation, seems to be correct. Frowning and thinking, I wiped it all off and repainted it once.

This time, Xue Yang sat on the ground, stared at Xiao Xingchen patiently, and waited for a while. A-Qing's feet had been numb for three rounds, and they were sore and itchy, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at them. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she could see things a little blurry.

Xue Yang finally realized that the situation was out of control.

He put his hand on Xiao Xingchen's forehead, closed his eyes and probed. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Mostly, what he found was only the few remaining pieces of broken soul.

And if you want to refine a murderous corpse, it is impossible to succeed without the soul of the corpse.

Xue Yang didn't seem to have expected such an accident at all. For the first time, a blank face appeared on that face, which was always full of smiles.

Without thinking, he covered Xiao Xingchen's neck wound with his hands. However, the blood had run out, Xiao Xingchen's face was as pale as paper, and a large area of ​​blood that had turned dark red dried up between his neck.

It's no use plugging the wound now. Xiao Xingchen was already dead, completely dead.

Even the soul is broken.

In Xue Yang's story, the one who couldn't eat snacks and cried a lot was so far apart from the current one that it was hard to connect them together. And at this moment, Wei Wuxian finally saw a little shadow of that dazed child on Xue Yang's face.

Xue Yang's eyes instantly filled with bloodshots. He abruptly stood up, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and threw and kicked in a rampage in the Yizhuang, with loud noises, smashing the house he had just cleaned up.

At this time, his expression and voice were even crazier and more terrifying than all his previous viciousness combined.

After smashing the house, he calmed down again, crouched back to the spot, and whispered, "Xiao Xingchen."

He said, "If you don't get up again, I'm going to let your good friend Song Lan kill you.

"I will kill all the people in this whole Yicheng, and make them all living corpses. You have lived here for so long, is it really okay?

"I want to strangle that little blind man A-Qing to death, expose his corpse to the wilderness, and let wild dogs gnaw at her until she is smashed to pieces."

A-Qing shivered silently.

No one responded, Xue Yang suddenly shouted angrily, "Xiao Xingchen!"

He grabbed the collar of Xiao Xingchen's robe in vain, shook it a few times, and stared at Xiao Xingchen's face.

Suddenly, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arm and carried him on his back.

Xue Yang walked out the door with Xiao Xingchen's body on his back, and like a madman, he said in pieces, "Lock the spirit bag, lock the spirit bag. By the way, lock the spirit bag, I need a lock spirit bag, lock the spirit bag. Spirit bag, lock spirit bag..."

After he had walked a long way, A-Qing dared to move slightly.

Unsteady, she rolled to the ground, wriggled for a long time before she got up, took two steps with difficulty, and revitalized her muscles and bones. She walked faster and faster, and finally ran.

After running for a long time and leaving Yicheng far behind, she dared to let out the cry that was in her stomach: "Daoist!

The sight screen turned, and suddenly turned to another place.

At this time, A-Qing should have escaped for a while. She was walking in an unfamiliar town, holding a bamboo pole and pretending to be blind, and when she met anyone, she asked, "Is there any immortal family around here?" "Are there any powerful experts around here? An immortal master."

Wei Wuxian thought, "She is looking for someone who can avenge Xiao Xingchen."

However, no one took her inquiry seriously, and they often left after a few perfunctory sentences. A-Qing was not discouraged, and kept asking and asking, and was waved away. Seeing that she couldn't ask anything here, she left and walked down a path.

She walked and asked for a day. She was so tired that she dragged her heavy steps and walked to a small stream. She took a few sips of the water from the stream, moistened her throat that was burning, facing the water, and saw A wooden hairpin in his hair, he reached out and took it off.

This wooden hairpin was originally very rough, like an uneven chopstick. Xiao XingChen helped her to cut the hairpin to be smooth and slender, and carved a small fox at the tail of the hairpin. The little fox has a pointed face, big eyes, and a smile. When A-Qing got the hairpin, she touched it and said happily, "Yeah! It's like me!"

Looking at the hairpin, A-Qing pursed her lips and wanted to cry again. Groaning in her stomach, she took out a small white purse from her bosom, the same one she stole from Xiao XingChen, and pulled out a small candy from the purse, and licked it carefully. Licking, the tip of tongue tasted the sweetness, and put the sugar back in.

This was the last candy Xiao Xingchen left her.

A-Qing lowered her head to put away the purse, and glanced at it, she suddenly found that there was another person's shadow in the reflection in the water.