Chapter 122: Later

Xia Houyi looked up inch by inch along the blade in front of him—a pale right hand holding the handle, a stiff arm, a pale face, and a pair of godless eyes. The faint shiny thread was wrapped around his hands and feet, and the junction was wrapped with a meteorite steel ring, which was deeply embedded in the white flesh of Tang Shiqi, but no blood flowed out.
Xia Houzhen and his empty eyes stared at each other, and saw the shocked and sad self in it.
"Your brother is very loyal. I intimidate and seduce, and I use all means, and he refuses to help us to make the organs." Duan Jiu looked at Xia Houxi with a smile. Xiaoyu, how do you beat him? Cut off the hands, cut off the feet, or his skull? He is only a physical body, harder than steel, and it is easy to cut him off. It's just ... "the arc of Duan Jiu's lips Deeper and deeper, "In this way, your brother will be separated from your mother like your mother, and there will be no dead body."
Duan Jiu suddenly pulled the machine wire, and the silk thread beeped. The seventeen suddenly launched, holding the cold line of the knife and slashing to Xia Hou's face. Xia Houyi's hand was shaking, and he stepped back with Qi Xie's slash.
The remaining eight starlings generally ran towards Shen Zhe, the black sleeves fluttered like moth wings, and the cold light of the blade was hidden in the sleeves. Persevered and rushed into the war circle, and Shen Zheng back to back.
"You help Granny!" Shen Min breathed.
He didn't move, he just said, "He can do it."
In the gap between the killings, Shen Zhuan looked towards Xia Houyu. He drew back under the sword of XVII, his body dripping with blood.
Shen Yan gritted his teeth and shouted, "He is about to lose!"
"He's a man, not a child." He cut off the sword of Capricorna indifference indifferently. "Life or death, you must bear it!"
On the 17th, Xiahou struck again, and Xia Hou's sword light flashed again, as if the serpent spit out a red letter in the dark corner. With an alarm bell in his head, Xia Houyi quickly backed away and dodged, but after all, was struck by the left hand's short knife across the belly.
This is the fourth wound on him. Blood soaked through the clothes, and every inch of muscle clamored for pain.
The pale-faced man walked towards him expressionlessly, his arms quizzically holding up his sword. The dead man's body was too stiff, and Duan Jiu chopped his arm for better manipulation. Now even if Xiahou leaps behind behind XVII, it can still turn his arms without turning around and turn his sword into Xiahou's body.
Xia Houyi turned over to avoid the chopping, and stood up holding the tree. A deep shout rang out in his ears: "Xiahou Hou, attack!"
Shen Wenxing and Mingyue also called him far away: "Master Xiahou, attack!"
But how can he fight back? How could he cut off seventeen?
He wanted it to be a little more detailed. There must be a secret room in Houfu, hidden in an unknown corner. As he walked past the wall, Seventeen gasped in despair in the darkness. There was a heavy sadness in his heart, as if tens of thousands of tombstones had been crushed. He thought of this round-faced man, who had been counseling and assholes. He used his money to use his face to lie to women and have children, but why he would rather die than hand in the night map.
Stupid ... what a fool!
Twenty-seven raised a knife across his chest, and the pain spread to half of his body. He looked at the pale face from the blurred vision of sweat.
"Xia Houyu!" Shen Ye called him away. Ba Bu blocked Shen's way, and he couldn't get away.
Duan Jiu stood in the moonlight and looked at Xia Houyi, with Buddha-like compassion in his eyes.
"Xiao, do you know why you failed so much?" He sighed, "Because you are still a child, what a man should learn, you will never learn. You have too many weaknesses, you can't leave it Friends, you can't abandon your loved ones, you can't abandon your lover, you can't even a dead person. The more things you can carry, the more dull you are and the easier it is to be killed. "
Duan Jiu said as he tightened the machine wire, Yan Qi's twisted right hand was raised again.
"Little sister, since you can't let go, go and see them."
Xia Houyi suddenly felt tired, and along the way, he thought his knife was sharp enough to cut through the vast night. But it turned out that there was a second cut, there was a second cut, and there was a third cut. The night is endless, thousands and thousands. But his knife was sharper, and there was a day of rust.
His knife in his first opponent cast doubt. It turned out that even if this sword is indestructible, it cannot be invincible.
It fell again, and the unstoppable attack was endless. And he was so tired that he could barely move the knife. The two knives struck each other in the air. The strong rebound made him unsteady and kicked him on the waist and belly. on the ground.
Are you going to die? Is this finally about to die?
Seventeen died because of him, and he should probably return this life to seventeen.
The moonlight was on his shoulders, and he didn't know when he broke his mouth. He forgot himself. The blood flowed down and blurred his vision. The world in his eyes was blood red. He fell into the corpse and walked towards him step by step.
Suddenly, in the muddy blood in front, he saw a note. Did someone fall out of the fight? He reached out, grabbed the note, and spread it out in front of his eyes.
Blood soaked in the ink, and he saw a vague sentence—
"Boss, give me this last trip and give me relief."
He shook his body, raised his head stunned, the seventeen face in the moonlight was pale, and there was nothing in the dark eyes, but he was clearly hiding a deep sorrow, like a candlelight in the dark, beating brightly.
Duan Jiu tightened his grasp on the wire again. He knew that the child was about to die, and no one could withstand such a heart attack. His dear and beloved was his deadly burden, which would one day bring him down. Today is such a day. He also regretted that, as he watched the child grow up, he finally wanted to send him into Huangquan himself.
Xu finally walked in front of Xia Houyu. Duan Jiu tightened the corners of his mouth, tightened his fists, pulled the wire like a cicada, and trembled, raising his knife like a mad patient. The sharp blade fell towards Xia Houyi's head, but Xia Houyi lowered his head without intending to resist.
"There will be no future, Xiaoyu." Duan Jiu whispered.
He was about to close the silk thread, but found that the silk thread did not move. He stunned in surprise and looked up, but saw that Xia Houyi held the blade of XVII, and blood dripped down the floor along his fingers, but he seemed to be indifferent, tight. Hold on and stand slowly.
"Duan Jiu, you won't understand," Xia Houxi whispered, "They are not burdens, not burdens. Because of them, I am stronger."
In the dim vision, he seemed to see Master Qiu sitting with him under the wide eaves many years ago, looking at the magnificent red glow of the distant mountains. Akiba's side is gentle and quiet, just like the silent years of silence.
He turned his head and smiled softly, "Xiaoyu, do you know why there are so many children in Garan, do I most want you to inherit my mantle? Because I see the starlight in your eyes." He set up the pergola, As you look down at the sky that is getting darker, the stars light up one after another, like endless lights in the night. "Remember, even the deepest night, there must be the brightest stars."
His dearest love is his star.
Xia Houxuan clenched the blade of XVII, and waved the black knife in his right hand. The strings of "迸" and "迸" sounded in the air, and silver lights flashed around XVII and disappeared. XVII's body was utterly insidious, and finally fell into Xiahou's arms. Xia Houyi put him on the ground, then stood up and walked towards Duan Jiu.
His pace was getting faster and faster, and finally he dashed. The black sword was wrapped in the gust of the night and rolled out a long low howl, as if it were the whispers of countless souls. At that moment, if there were countless souls recovering in him, Duan Jiu was surprised to find that there seemed to be countless pairs of familiar eyes opening under Xia Houyi's eyes, and his eyes were burning like winter flames.
Xia Houyun was flying, and the tree shadow passed by at his feet, like an innumerable soul whistling past him. In Langzhong, he heard the deceased whisper in his ear. It was Akiba, Mr. Dai, seventeen, and his mother, Xia Houyi.
"Little sister—we, together!"
Numerous hands clasped the step lotus at the same time and waved the sword with Xia Houyi. Daoguang exploded brilliantly, as if the misty Yuehua was flying in the air. Xia Houyi and Duan Jiu walked side by side, and the whole world flowed through the fascinating waves of light in a flash.
The knife stopped.
Xia Houzhen stood in the moonlight and looked up at the sky, standing silently. The night breeze flowed in his ear, and the call of the old man went away again, indistinct.
A broken blade was inserted upside down on the ground, which was Duan Jiu's "Goose Return". The moment Duan Jiu pulled his sword, it was cut off by Xia Houyi and turned into the ground.
A few steps away from Xia Houyi, Duan Jiu bowed his head and touched the dripping blood on his waist. "What's this trick?"
"Heart Sword · Cleaving Night." Xia Houyi said, "It's not the Kalan knife, I created it."
"No wonder I can't handle it." Duan Jiu smiled lowly. "You're a real man, Xiaoyu."
He suddenly fell to the ground. At the end of the mountain road, the sound of heavy horseshoes suddenly sounded, and the light of fire illuminated half of the night. They heard the impact of the armor and the sergeant drunk. The assassins suddenly changed color and stopped fighting, stepping on the corpses and blood of their companions, and the starlings swarmed into the forest.
Soap boots stepped in front of Duan Jiu's eyes, his eyes gradually became apathetic.
He is old and cannot remember many things. The moment Xia Houyi waved Bu Shenglian, he seemed to see a man he hadn't seen for a long time. Many years ago, the strong assassin also waved his sword like this, blood dripped from the tip of the knife to the ground, and a lotus step by step.
They were once close friends.
"Hold like ..."
He still remembers that in the overwhelming snowstorm, Du Xin and Babu's body gradually became cold in the snow. He bowed to Yan Luo beside the unconscious Yan Ru. "He has a wife and a child in Garan, and is the most suitable abbot. Yan Luo, please forgive him!"
"In order to report Yan Luo's gratitude, I would like to become Yan Luo's secret eye. From then on, those who rebel against Yan Luo will be stunned!"
He was walking hard in the snow with his back on his back. The snow was too deep. He didn't have his ankles or calves. They all fell into the snow, all cold.
Chinru opened his eyes on his back, "Why are you here ..."
"I'm worried about you, follow up quietly."
"Everyone's dead ... all dead ..."
"It doesn't matter," he clasped Ru Ru's shoulders and looked into his dry eyes. "We are still alive. Ah Ru, we must work hard together ... to live!"
He also remembered that in the misty drizzle on the mountain, he leaned on a futon, smoking dry tobacco, and struck wooden fish heartily.
Mars flickered in the chimney, and he said hoarsely: "Old man, do you really want it?"
"Think well." Shuxin closed her eyes and said, "Persistent disgust is the sharpest knife ever made by Galan."
"What if he fails?" He sighed. "Aru, maybe obeying Yan Luo is a better way."
"Then Xia Hou will be forged, and Xia Hou will die, and he will be selected from the village of Galan. There will always be a knife to succeed."
"You want Xiaoyu to become the second one who hates it. Xia Houyi will not agree."
The sound of Muyu suddenly stopped, and in the rain of Lilili, his heart sighed a long time, "Old friend, I'm going down the road of Shura, will you help me?"
Mars in the chimney extinguished like a fleeting firework. After a long silence, he finally said, "Yes, we are friends.
His vision gradually faded, and he suddenly thought that if he didn't betray his heart, maybe everything would be different. Unfortunately, this is a road to Shura, and it is difficult for all of them to turn back. Hands and feet became cold every inch, like a stone. It turns out that this is the feeling of death. Was that the same feeling when I died?
Suddenly there was sorrow in his heart. This sorrow was like a cold tide, drowning him. He couldn't help wondering if he could be forgiven if he walked across the other side.
No, he has already betrayed his relatives. He reached out into the darkness, but caught nothing.
Suddenly, a warm hand gripped his hand. He opened his eyes hard, and saw the tired and quiet eyes.
"There will be no future period, Mr. Duan."
With tears in his eyes, he smiled and closed his eyes.
"There will be no future."