Way of Choices

There was silence in the woods, and countless eyes fell on the folded sleeves, with different emotions. Zhu Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't know what he was thinking. Mei Lisha was not present at all. In front of the disappearing green mountain, staring at the disappeared Zhou Yuan, his old face was filled with an inexplicable expression.

"It turns out that way." Elder Lishan said, looking at the folded sleeves, expressionless.

Footsteps and windbreak sounded in the woods, and the practitioners belonging to the various schools of the Southern Longevity Sect and Saint Maiden Peak did not wait to be commanded, so they spread out and vaguely blocked all possible directions of departure from folding the sleeves, depending on the situation, the next moment Will be shot. According to the truth, no Zhuang Huanyu made a statement to prove that the folding sleeve is a demon clan, and everyone firmly believes in the truth. The problem is that Liang Xiaoxiao on the stretcher has been staring at the folding sleeve, unmasking the hatred and vigilance in his eyes, And there was no objection.

Liang Xiaoxiao is the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God, Zhuang Huanyu is the complacent of the Taoist Temple. The testimony of the two of them is very powerful. The most important thing is that Liang Xiaoxiao is now seriously injured and the true Yuan is scattered. He will die soon, and no one will know. Doubting his words, who would lie just before death?

Folded sleeves are not human cultivators, and have no contact with many cultivators in the Central Plains, but he hunted the devil on the snowfield, cooperated with the military of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and made a lot of warfare. Many nobles in Kyoto appreciate him, which is essentially a kind of The exchange of interests and considerations does not prevent someone from wanting to help him.

The status of the divorce is more detached. The cardinal who just treated Liang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, thinking that the sword wound on Liang Xiaoxiao's body was not like the killing method of folding sleeves. He hesitated and said: "I look at the most Fatal... it should be a sword wound."

An instructor from Star Picking Academy looked at Zhuang Huaiyu and said sternly: "Yes, how do you explain it? Folded your sleeves and repeatedly made military achievements. You don't know how many demons have been killed on the snowfield. You actually said that he colluded with the demons. How can people be convinced to kill in Zhou Yuan?"

This is indeed the case, especially the sword wound on Liang Xiaoxiao's body, which is obviously not from the folded hands. This question is even more deadly. Many people looked at Zhuang Huayu again, and wanted to hear his explanation. Zhuang Huayu hesitated and said after a while: "Or, he was hiding a few years ago, just want to win the trust of our humanity through those wars."

"This kind of accusation of collusion with the Devil can not be used or two words." The instructor of the star picking academy said unkindly, not caring about his identity.

Zhuang Huanyu's eyes were reddish, and I didn't know whether it was urgent or annoying. He opened his mouth to say something, but he finally didn't speak, and he seemed to look subconsciously to the stretcher.

Liang Xiaoxiao shook his head hard and said, "Don't say it."

Elder Lishan looked at the scene and vaguely understood that his guess had become real, his face became extremely pale, and his body slightly cold. Listening to Liang Xiaoxiao's weak voice, Zhuang Huaiyu closed his mouth tightly, his face pale and slightly cold, but his cold was not the same as that of the elder from the mountain.

Looking at Liang Xiaoxiao covered with blood on the stretcher, thinking of the previous conversation in Zhou Yuan and the dozens of harsh sword lights, he couldn't help feeling cold.

At the time, outside the Panshanlin language, Liang Xiaoxiao saw the picture of walking away from Zhou Yuan with his seven sleeves on his back. He calmly explained some things to Zhuang Huanyu, and then he did not hesitate to jump from the sheath. Remove the sword from the middle and cast a powerful sword move.

That sword move is the last form of the Lishan magic sword, and it is the most powerful and absolute. Using this sword move can bring the greatest damage to the enemy, but he will certainly die under this sword. In the Korean test, Gou Hanshi finally withdrew from the game because he saw Chen Changsheng decided to use this sword move.

Liang Xiaoxiao applied such a cold and tragic sword to his body.

Zhuang Huaiyu was stunned. He had never seen such a cold person, so cold to himself, so cruel, so let alone to others.

Yes, this is a bureau of Liang Xiaoxiao's temporary move. He used death and those sword wounds, accusing Folded Sleeve and the Seven Devils who colluded with the demons, damaging the same door.

He did not name the seven rooms in front of so many people, because he was a disciple of Lishan who loved his fellow men and valued Zongmen’s reputation over his life. Even if he was about to die, he would not be willing to be harmed by Lishan Qingyu. There is still sympathy for the younger brother.

It is precisely because he is such a person that his words will become more credible. In exchange for his own death in exchange for profits, Liang Xiaoxiao is really terrible. The most terrifying thing is that he did not hesitate before making this decision, and he seemed not to care if Zhuang Huanyu would act according to his own plan.

Liang Xiaoxiao's conspiracy with his death made Zhuang Huaiyu very frightened. He wanted to escape, but he knew he couldn't escape. From the lakeside, Chen Changsheng and his three were assassinated by Liang Xiaoxiao and the Demon Strong, but he didn't appear. From the moment of, he embarked on a wrong path.

In many moments in the past, he has had the opportunity to correct his direction, including now, he can tell the truth of the matter, but... that way he will be a coward, so he does not, then, he must be here Continue on this road, can't look back.

From the beginning, the other party seems to have calculated how he will choose.

Looking at the bloody, dying Liang Xiaoxiao on the stretcher, Zhuang Huanyu felt that he saw a devil.

Liang Xiaoxiao was also watching him, his eyes a little bleak, but very calm.

When the line of sight is opposite, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Zhuang Huanyu was silent, lowering his head slowly, his voice trembling and said, "Sorry, I can't say anything."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhuang Huanyu felt very sad, and seemed very unwilling.

Nothing can be said, in fact, a lot has been said, which is more terrible than it is.

Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, looking out of the crowd, still unconscious.

Seven did not know what happened.

"What do you have to say?"

The new teachings of the Tiandaoyuan came to the field, listening to the situation, looking slightly cold, and looking to the folded sleeve under the tree.

Folded sleeves said with no expression: "Liang Xiaoxiao is the spy of the demon...but I didn't kill him."

There was another uproar in the field, and the elder Lishan said coldly, "What are you talking about?"

He folded his sleeves and told what happened at the lake. He was not good at words. He spoke slowly, but because of this, he was somewhat credible.

The instructor of the Star Picking Academy asked: "Are there any witnesses for what you said?"

Folded sleeves and Liang Xiaoxiao testified to each other that they were the spy of the Mozu. The evidence was naturally absent, and they could only seek witnesses.

At this time, not many people in the field believed in folding sleeves. These words from the instructor of the Star Picking Academy are undoubtedly the opportunities that must be seized by folding sleeves.

Folding his sleeves and saying for a moment, "I know that you will not believe what I said. When the seven rooms wake up, you will naturally know."

The cardinal faced the eyes cast by everyone, shaking his head and saying, "The wound is too heavy, and the meridian has some serious problems. I don't know when I can wake up, even..."

Zhuang Huanyu sneered, sorrowfully said: "But I can't wake up..."

The two people didn't finish talking, but everyone understood what they meant.

Seven rooms may never wake up.

If so, Zhuang Huayu will feel very happy.

It is still that sentence, sometimes it is more lethal than not to say it, or not to say it thoroughly.

These details, coupled with the sword wounds on Liang Xiaoxiao, many people already thought that they probably guessed what was going on in the Zhouyuan plot. Why was Zhuang Huaiyu so grieved and indignant? To die, but still refused to say more.

"According to the folding sleeve, you were not present at the time." The instructor of the Star Picking Academy asked Zhuang Huaiyu.

Zhuang Huaiyu remained silent for a long time, finally raised his head and made a choice, so he seemed very calm.

It is easy to choose between a coward in a lifetime and a warrior in a quarter of an hour.

He has been a coward once, so in this story he tells, of course he will be a warrior.

Although he is very clear, this is the coward's behavior.

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After listening to the story told by Zhuang Huaiyu, the room became quiet again.

Under the locust tree, the folded sleeves sensed the strange eyes cast around them, and felt the pressure that gradually turned into substance, and bowed their heads slightly, very puzzled.

He can't see things now, so he doesn't understand why humans can open their eyes and talk nonsense so easily.

To achieve a lie, more lies are needed, and loopholes will inevitably appear. The story told by Zhuang Huaiyu is entirely made up by Liang Xiaoxiao in a short period of time. Of course, it is impossible to guarantee that all details are perfect. Zhu Luo, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Chen Changsheng is also present?"

In the story told by Folded Sleeve, Chen Changsheng played a very important role. In the story told by Zhuang Huanyu, there was Chen Changsheng's appearance, but he was taken by a few pens. Folded sleeves did not understand, said: "Yes, Chen Changsheng can testify."

Tian Tao Yuan's instructor watched him frown slightly and said, "Chen Changsheng didn't get out of Zhou Yuan, he should be dead...you know this, so you said it on purpose?"

I heard that Chen Chang died in Zhou Yuan. He turned silent and stopped talking.

Liang Xiaoxiao's voice became weaker and weaker: "It turns out that he failed to leave Zhou Yuan...then nothing."

After finishing this sentence, he sighed, some regrets, some pleasure, some sorrow, in short, very complicated.

The woods were quiet again, and everyone was shocked and speechless.

Could it be that the collapsing of the sleeves and the demon clan actually involved Chen Changsheng?

How can we weave a perfect lie? It is not to make up for new lies, but like painting, it is necessary to understand the blank and give people room and space for thinking.

Liang Xiaoxiao did just that, and he did it very successfully.

Of course, at this moment, this lie is still not perfect, because the words of the living are always more trustworthy than the words of the dead-life is the most precious thing in the world, and the complaints issued by life are the most powerful and powerful. Many Sometimes, even more weight than the truth.

If Liang Xiaoxiao died at this time, he would be perfectly framed by folded sleeves, Qijian and Chen Changsheng.

He closed his eyes and smiled wearily.

His face showed very complicated emotions, that was unwillingness, grief, relief, and... tolerance.

Then he died.

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(I said yesterday that if my body is okay, I try to write more, but it really doesn’t work. I’m sick and can’t write more. Fortunately, I’m satisfied with the writing. Liang Xiaoxiao is awesome. I like him. In addition, I also dreamed last night. Taeyeon, and again, is Han Yu, the fat man, wrongly written by Han...)

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