long night walk

Chapter 449
Yunrong slowly opened those tired and deep eyes, and she glanced at him who was impaled by a spear on the Snow-covered Sword Stele, and the beauty in his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed much dimmer than usual.

She shook her head slowly, looking at the devil in front of her with a skin that is rare in the world, and her pair of scissored eyes are pure and untainted, without any resentment.

"Being good is like ascending, and being evil is like falling, Ah Rao... It's still too late to look back now."

"Is there still time?" Ah Rao's voice was swaying, like a kite with a disconnected thread: "All living beings betray me, God will not spare me, what qualifications do you have to persuade me to turn back?"

She raised her pale and frail hands, the blood on the palms and fingertips could be washed away, but the countless souls who died on these hands would not rest in peace.

"I have killed countless people and killed countless gods, just to cut off my back path completely, and persuade me to be good?"

Ah Rao chuckled twice, raised her hand to pinch Yun Rong's chin, her eyes revealed a cold light, and her voice was suddenly icy cold: "Do you dare to say that your fourth sword has a clear conscience in this life, is it clean?!"

Yun Rong was stunned, seeing the bitter hatred in her eyes, she couldn't help frowning, and suddenly realized that her current situation was a little weird.

She questioned if she had a clear conscience...

Then when did she think that she had done something worthy of her?

Yun Rong couldn't figure this out for the time being, and was about to speak, but Ah Rao shook her head away with a look of disgust, and said coldly:
"Those who are willing will be tired, and those who are unintentional will not matter. Since you can die here calmly today, it is not because there is someone you care about in this desperate death, but because the word "responsibility" binds you.

You don't ask for nothing, don't think about the past, don't worry about the present, and don't worry about the future, so you never know what it's like to lose your love forever. "

"Even if I kill him in front of you, you won't shed a single tear for him."

"This is the strength of Jianxin Tongming, so you will think it is a very simple thing to turn back. But Yunrong, let me tell you, if a glass of water is poured on the ground and the ground is stained, there is no way to come back clean. "

She stood up slowly and looked down at her condescendingly: "You will regret the pride you left behind today."

Yun Rong was silent for a long time, she did not refute Ah Rao's words, and after a long time, she quietly said: "Together we will share weal and woe, we will walk with you."

Her eyes were so clear that she was serious: "He and I."

Not responsibility, but...

Me and him.

Ah Rao's eyes narrowed dangerously little by little, like a snake lying in the forest, full of murderous intent!
With the slight movement of her fingertips dripping with blood.

The next moment, her entire palm was burst with blood, and it was deeply inserted into Yunrong's body. The blood splashed everywhere, and the palms were closed like a peerless sharp knife, and it passed through Yunrong's chest so easily.

She bent her body slightly, pressed her enchanting lips stained with a few drops of blood against Yunrong's ear, and whispered deathly: "Then I will let him watch you die."

Yun Rong lowered her eyes, fresh blood dripped from her lips, her clear eyes were covered with a layer of death instantly, and as A Rao mercilessly withdrew her palm, she tilted her body and fell on the ground into a pool of blood.

When she was about to die, she did not look at the close-fitting sword lying quietly in the cold snow, but glanced at him again from a distance, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Ah Rao wiped the blood from her hands, and said with a sneer: "She is dead, Master behaved so calmly, I thought you would lose your temper and yell at me to educate me? For a fairy-like couple, life and death are as light as water, and people will feel desolate after watching them."

The sky is frosty, the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes in thousands of miles are as big as hands.

He looked up at the gray sky with all the stars gone, closed his eyes calmly and said, "You are very noisy, can you let me be quiet for a while."

Ah Rao didn't see the hysteria expected, so she couldn't help but feel a little bored, so she sneered and deliberately left him alone on the mountain, letting him watch Yun Rong's life pass by before his eyes, but he was helpless.

At the end of the war, there is always a victor who wants to taste the fruits.

She took a group of demons to the Sin Sword Pool in Tianxi Sword.

In one night, the countless Celestial Seal Spirit Swords that had been destroyed for tens of millions of years, the evil spirits suppressed by the swords reappeared in the world, and they all bowed their heads to her alone.

After tidying up the battlefield a few times, she came to the ancestral hall where the tablets of the patriarchs of the past were enshrined. His master's father, Baili Yu's spiritual tablet, was one of them.

Baili Yu's death was purely accidental, but back then, everyone in the Tianxi Sword Sect believed that it was because of her. Therefore, this ancestral hall was a taboo place for her alone.

At that time, she had no intention of paying homage to the ancestor of human swordsmanship, but because she was young and ignorant, she was lured here by some disciples in the sect who were jealous and excluded her, and was discovered by the punishment elders of the sect.

The elder was so angry that he tied her to the Xianshi platform and beat her with a stick for three days.

Master knew about this, but just let it go and just ignored it.

Now, she revisited her old place. The once taboo place was completely burned down by her.

Not to mention that the majestic elder dared to come forward to punish him.

She wanted to set fire to her. Those upright people who used to despise her, in order to surrender, even took off their clothes to make torches and offered them to her in an extremely courteous manner.

She wanted to push the chair that belonged to the sword master in the main hall.

But when her palm touched the chair, she hesitated for no reason, and then gave up.

After driving away the demons kneeling respectfully and kneeling in a row under the main hall, she curled up on the chair alone, looking at the bright candle lit by some young disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect in the hall. That's how the stay started.

Revisiting the old place, revenge will be avenged.

But this body is still empty and cold.

Carrying this empty feeling of coldness, she gradually fell asleep in that chair.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, when she opened her eyes and woke up, the long candles in the hall had already burned to the end, and the hall was pitch black.

There is only a little bit of firefly, and I don't know which firefly flew up from the top of the mountain, releasing that faint light of self-control in the darkness, illuminating the desolation and coldness in her dark eyes.

The top and bottom disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect have long since died, but the fireflies in the mountains have never been extinct.

For some reason, the emptiness in Ah Rao's heart seemed to be filled a little bit because of this firefly.

She thought about it.

He had suffered enough tonight, and it was snowing and cold outside, Yun Rong must have become a cold corpse.

He must hate her very much right now, just like the despair she felt when she found out the truth about her mother's death in the Demon Town Tower.

She was looking forward to what kind of funny expression the master who was nailed to the sword tablet would have at this moment.

I took a jar of my favorite Fuyubai from the wine cellar.

When she turned back to the mountain gate, she saw the scene in front of her. The altar of fine wine that had been brewed for a hundred years in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

There were bursts of blackness in front of her eyes, and the world was spinning as if she was trying to find strength.

The blood-stained sword stele and the magic spear are still firmly inserted there, but the person on the stele has long since disappeared.

The red-golden gun body was covered with bright red blood, which had been frozen into crystals in the cold wind, and covered with strands of snowflakes, there was nowhere to tell the desolation.

The heavy snow covered the residual red footprints, dragging all the way to the pool of blood she fell on.

(End of this chapter)