Chapter 212 Wen Ming, do you want to come with me?
A sea of dry red flowers and millet, in the ruins of a ruined spiritual site.
Su Qianqian hugged Rao Yinyin, whose breathing had returned to calmness, and looked sluggish.
She stared blankly at the sword in the hands of the masked man in the sky, her eyes full of reluctance.
Because of the choice of a sword, his family was destroyed.
Because I wanted to choose that sword, more people I cherished were implicated and died.
Even the master was almost gone. If Mr. Sang hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid even Brother Xiaoshou would have...
Su Qianqian couldn't loosen her tightly clenched fists. She also wanted to feel relieved, but...
It’s difficult!
She heard the words of the masked man clearly, and she had even thought of this before. However, the man holding the sword would definitely face death. This was what her grandfather had said to her.
"grandfather……"
Her thoughts gradually drifted away, and Su Qianqian thought of her father, her family, and what the masked man said when he took the sword.
"is it my fault?"
Her eyelashes trembled, and big tears fell on Rao Yinyin's jade face, melting at the corners of her lips.
Rao Yinyin opened her beautiful eyes and touched Su Qianqian's face with her delicate hands.
She gently scraped away the blood on the little girl's forehead, her voice a little weak but very firm:
"Guardianship is always accompanied by sacrifice. Achievement is because there is love in the heart. People who are alive will always have unhappiness, but because of this, you are more worthy!"
She shook her head slightly.
"No need to be sad."
Su Qianqian's sad expression never stopped, and she burst into tears as she said, "But I don't want the sword, I want them all here!"
Rao Yinyin held her cheek, her eyes full of tenderness. This little girl who pretended to be strong finally let go of all her defenses.
She said softly: "Sometimes, we have no choice."
"I hate this sword, I hate them..."
Su Qianqian burst into tears and buried her face in Rao Yinyin's chest.
Rao Yinyin patted her shoulder with his backhand, his face filled with bitterness.
She opened her palms, and there was dried blood on them, which was left in the ruins.
In the midst of the bright red, there seemed to be red light flowing, outlining a vague outline:
It seemed to be a naked woman with shackles on her body, hugging her knees and crying.
Rao Yinyin sighed silently, and his spiritual energy emerged to remove the blood stains, and the red lines disappeared in an instant.
She touched the back of the little girl's head and whispered softly: "Cry and vent your pain and dissatisfaction."
"Sometimes, the fault is not yours, but the world's!"
…
Buzz——
The "Tomb Name City Snow" in the masked man's hand trembled slightly, and almost at the same time, the sword cultivators present could feel its sadness.
A drop of blood fell from it, streaked across the snow-white sword body, and dripped into the void.
"Tomb Name City Snow" trembled violently, and actually broke away from the control of the masked man, trying to pursue this drop of blood.
call out!
However, when the masked man took a photo, the snow sword returned to his hand.
He ran his fingers over the blade of the sword, and after a moment of trembling, "Snow in the Tomb Named City" had returned to silence.
Xiao Qixiu's eyes darkened.
In the end, I still failed to keep my apprentice's love. Now it is a sword, but in the future...
"Isn't it still a lack of strength?"
The housewarming man put his arm on his shoulder, and the silence at this time was the greatest comfort.
Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand. He "perceived" Su Qianqian's position and couldn't help but lament.
Sometimes, people can't help themselves...
"It seems that you don't need to give an answer. The owner of this sword has already made a choice." There was a smile in the masked man's eyes.
"Hehe." Cenchofu laughed out loud.
The corner of Mr. Sang's mouth twitched. The more he looked, the angrier he became and his fists clenched tightly.
Bang! Bang!
The white flames burning on the two men's bodies exploded, and two masses of blood mist shot out.
"Ahem."
The masked man was cracked on the spot, but the sword intent on his body reappeared and he was repaired with another burst of pulling.
"Pfft!" Cenqiaofu spurted blood and glared, "You..."
"woodcutter!"
The masked man spoke in time. He was really afraid that the two old men in front of him would start fighting again. If it didn't stop, they might really be dragged down.
"Get out of here, old man!" Mr. Sang said angrily.
This is the second time, do these guys really think that the spiritual palace is their own courtyard?
Come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say.
However, it seems that this is the result now...
He glared at Ye Xiaotian fiercely.
We agreed to call someone, but in the end we only called a loser!
Ye Xiaotian's face was full of innocence. How did he know that the Holy Temple was so perfunctory? He glared at Jiang Bianyan fiercely.
A bunch of retarded people!
Jiangbianyan:???
…
"Leave."
Cenqiaofu, who had a vicissitudes of life, didn't seem to worry about his lifespan at all. He slashed into the sky with an axe, and the formation was shattered with a bang.
A huge gap appeared, making Qi Qian's face twitch.
"etc."
The masked man said, "There is one last thing that remains unresolved."
"Huh?" Cenjov turned around.
The masked man's gaze turned and fell on the only young man in the field.
"Wen Ming, do you want to come with me?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, even Xu Xiaoshou took a while to react.
Damn it, why did you end up involving me?
He quickly took a few steps back and looked at the four throne bodyguards in front of him, feeling as if he felt comforted.
"Wen Ming? Who is Wen Ming?" Xu Xiaoshou looked around.
Masked man: "..."
"You want to take this hedgehog?" Cenjov was surprised.
Jiang Bianyan also turned around in surprise. The "Holy Slave" actually fell in love with this kid. What's so surprising about him?
Just because you dare to stand here and watch the battle?
Sang Lao's face turned cold. He already knew who the masked man was looking for, but he was surprisingly quiet and seemed to have no sign of taking action.
Xu Xiaoshou had to wait for a while. The masked man wanted to take him away last time. Wasn't Mr. Sang very anxious?
Why are you ignoring me this time?
He doesn't love me anymore?
Hey, man!
The masked man still stared at Xu Xiaoshou closely and said as if no one was watching: "Boy, as long as you want, I can take you away now."
"No, I don't want to." Xu Xiaoshou said flatly.
"..."
"Think about it again."
"I reject!"
What else is there to consider? An evil terrorist organization, no matter how brilliant it is for a while, will eventually be defeated.
Xu Xiaoshou is very sober, and only those who have no choice would think about this. He doesn't want to be a street rat that everyone shouts to beat.
"Being cursed, passive value, +1."
Jiang Bianyan was shocked. This guy was really brave. After witnessing the masked man's fighting power, he actually dared to speak like this.
Cen Qiaofu was also a little confused after hearing this.
"Good boy, you are the most talented hedgehog among the juniors I have ever met. I admire you!"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
Others have long been used to it, and even the masked man is somewhat accustomed to his way of speaking.
"Why don't you come with me?"
The masked man gently wiped the giant sword in his hand, and the sense of oppression spread.
Xu Xiaoshou, however, seemed not to notice, and said calmly: "I am staying well in the Ling Palace, why should I leave with you? This is a problem!"
"..."
The masked man's breath froze, this kid...
Even if you get used to the way he speaks, you still get choked up!
"Your talents will only be buried here. Follow me and I can teach you all the kendo you want!"
"all?"
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows and his tone was quite serious!
but……
"Sorry, I don't need anyone to teach me the way of swordsmanship!"