Xie pity does not know if he is awake or asleep.

If he is awake, he has no reaction to everything in the outside world, and he has no memory. If he is asleep, he has been holding his eyes.

When he was awake, Bai Wuxiang had already put the black sword on his waist, like an elder who rewarded the child, saying: "This is the gift I gave you."

Speaking, patted the hilt, meaning profound and gentle: "It is definitely more sharp than those you collected from the past and those I gave you."

Thanks to him, he helped him with the sword, did not speak, and did not resist. Because any resistance is useless.

In this way, he put on a new dress, put on a new sword, dragged a new-like body, and walked outside the dark Prince. White has no phase and said behind him: "Wait."

Thanks for the rest of his life. White came to him without a word, and put a white scorpion in his hand, saying: "You forgot this."

It was the day before he used to cover his face and later was tied.

Thank you for being alone, swaying down the mountain.

Its already a day, the sun is coming out, but the sun shines on him, and she doesnt feel warm at all.

On the way down the mountain, he saw a small stream, oh, very clear and lively. Going to the stream, the river reflected his appearance, and looked at the pale face.

The face is smooth and white, there is no trace of scars, the neck is also, then, the chest, the abdomen and so on must be all. But after he looked at it for a while, he couldn't look any further. He buried a few streams of water, washed his face, and drank a few more mouthfuls. Drinking and drinking, I suddenly found something in the upper reaches.

He slowly raised his head and saw the upstream shore not far away. Next to a large stone, there was a corpse and a dress. It was the man of the art.

This person did not go down the mountain, but died on the road. There was a particularly obvious blood stain on the big stone. It seemed to be a pain or fear under the stone. The corpse was rotten, half of it was in the water, and it smelled like a stink, but it didn't move, but the half-faced face gave birth to a few small deformed faces, still squirming.

Thanks to pity at the side of the stream, vomiting for half an hour, vomiting to see the blood.

After going down the mountain, he walked for a long time and wandered aimlessly on the street. Suddenly, one hand patted him on the shoulder and grabbed him into the alley. Thanks to pity, when I didnt see the others face, I saw an oncoming fist first: Where have you gone these days?

Behind the fist is the angry face of the wind, and when she saw it, she was already beaten by the punch and fell to the ground.

The wind letter did not expect him to be knocked down so easily, look at his fists, and then look at the ground for the pity, for a while, not to help, thank you have climbed up. The face of the wind letter has changed, but it has not eased down. He said: "You are so angry, you ran out and said nothing for two months! But do you know what they are worried about?"

Xie pity wiped the nosebleed on his face and said: "I'm sorry."

Seeing the blood on his face was getting dirty and dirty, the wind sighed heavily and said: "Your Highness! Sorry, even if we say this, its really boring, but you... What the **** are you doing? What have you been doing for so long? What? Is there anything that can't be said to me? He noticed the black sword on the waist, and said, Where did you come from?

Thank you for your pity. However, when I thought about the dispute with the wind letter before leaving, the look of hesitation on the face of the wind, and the experience that he didn't even want to think about it, just said another: "I'm sorry."

The two returned to the original hiding place, and the queen cried out when he saw the pity. The lord looked old and a lot older. He used to look for white hair in his black hair. Now he is looking for black silk in his head. But he didn't get angry and rushed to the crown. He said nothing after a few words. Probably because he was excited and ran for ten days and a half, but he was careful with him.

"Wind letter."

After a simple meal, thanked the black sword on the waist and handed it over, saying: "This sword is for you, take it and get rid of it."

The wind was aware that his hand holding the sword was shaking, but he did not guess why it was shaking. He said, "Why should I take it?"

Thanks for your pity: "You didn't ask for money before."

It was said that the color of the letter on the face of the letter suddenly flashed past, and then he shook his head and said: "Now no need."

Xie pity no longer speaks, throwing the black sword aside and not falling asleep.

This time, thanking me for seeing nothing happened, I hope to return to the original state as soon as possible and fight for everything as usual. Soon, he went out with the wind letter to go out and sell.

The original letter was not reassured, said: "Forget it, you still have to rest for two days."

Thanks to the pity: "I have been resting for two months. If the buskers come to you again, we both have to cope."

The wind is not convinced: "The ones who have been selling art have long since come."

Its not because the original man of art was dead, no one led, but because of the fact that Fengxin has been here for a long time. When I first arrived, everyone still felt fresh, but after a long time, people almost passed the fresh energy. It is no different to see him and other local sellers. Compared with the past, Fengxin lost its competitiveness. After the threat is not a threat, other buskers will not come to him for trouble. Anyway, everyone earns almost the same money, all the same.

Therefore, Ren Fengxin is no longer trying to shoot arrows, and how to make perfect shooting skills. The number of people who come to watch and reward is also less than the original. Not even the original one tenth. After a long time, the wind letter was full of sweat and sat down. Thanks for your pity: "Change me."

Wind channel: "Can't you?"

Xie pity is self-sufficient. When I looked at the individual, the pedestrians came to the interest and said, "What is this little brother's unique skills?"

Thanks for the pity, I took the roots and started to make a set of swords. Although it is a branch, the sword method makes it beautiful, and the sound of the wind is still with a sharp sword. Therefore, some people appreciate their faces. Fengxin looked at it and looked complicated. After looking at it for a while, he turned his head.

There is no shame in the heart, and there is no psychological burden. Continue to seriously make the sword. At this moment, one of the people in the crowd suddenly shouted: "It's not good to look good! It's ugly! Who wants to see you holding the roots and licking the chicken Ba stamp?"

The wind letter stood up and shouted: "Put me a clean mouth!"

Thanks for the slightest movement, I looked at the past. I saw a man in the crowd eating seeds while spitting seeds, which is a lively look. He cried to the wind letter: "I am looking at the art! I want to say how to say, how do you want to reward us for the reward? For the real sword! For the real sword, come on, then consider whether you want to reward you. Personal!"

As soon as he shouted, others shouted. Fengxin was furious and was about to shoot. He saw a white flash, and Xie Pity had already appeared beside the man, grabbed it and threw it high.

When he shot, the power was huge, and the idle man was thrown a few feet by him. The melon skin landed, and everyone was shocked. The man screamed and landed, and the seven blews blew and screamed loudly. However, Xie had not stopped, and went up to catch him again. He said plainly: "There is no real sword, really want to see it?"

The audience stunned and fled, saying: "Come on! Help! Kill!"

Fengxin is even more shocked: "His Royal Highness!!!"

Xie Pity turned a deaf ear, ready to throw the leisure man a few more feet to let him land, the wind letter went up and hold him, even for concealing his identity, he forgot, said: "His Royal Highness!!! You wake up! This person I am going to kill you!!!"

Thanks to the black fire in the eyes, he patted his hand and pressed the man into the ground. The idler stretched out his legs, and then he did not move. The wind letter rushed up to explore his breath, but at the end of the street, someone pointed at the scorpion: "It is them! There!"

broken! Yongan soldiers are coming!

The wind and the letter ran, but seeing the pity still standing in the same place, staring at the Yongan soldiers, seems to want to go up and fight, and folded back and pulled, said: "What are you standing on, run fast? !"

The two men went all the way to Tibet to escape the past and return to the hiding house. As soon as he entered the door, in the face of the queen, the wind letter shouted: "How can you do such a thing?!"

The original style of the wind, naturally, is not so dare to be so arrogant before the second place, but after so long, many things have changed. Thanks to the Queen, "Go back to the house."

Queen's Road: "The emperor, this is what..." Thanks to the pity: "Go back to the house!"

The queen wanted to ask if she couldnt ask, and went back to the house. Xie pity turned to Feng Xin: "What have I done?"

Feng Xin said: "You have to kill that person!"

Thanks for resentment: "He hasn't died yet. And what about killing?"

"..."

The wind is stunned: "What do you say? What is it like to kill?"

Thanks to pity: "Who is going to let this people find death? If you find me, you will be fulfilled. Is there anything wrong?"

It seems as if he was stunned by his words. For a moment, Feng Xin said: "He...is a sinister, but he will not kill him? If he beats him, then this sentence will die?"

Xie pity interrupted him: "Yes. He dares to say that he has to pay the price."

"..."

The wind letter is incredible: "How do you say this?"

Thanks: "What?"

Wind channel: "You used to use the word "the people." You never said this word."

Thanks to pity: "What do you mean in the end? I am not a god, I can't be angry, can't I hate it?"

The wind letter stunned, and for a long while, barely squeezed out a few words: "I don't mean this, but in any case, it doesn't mean..."

Xie pity did not want to listen again, did not talk to him, went into the house, and fell heavily on the door.

When he closed the door, he shouted and slammed himself into the bed.

Self-deception! He is deceiving himself!

In any case, its impossible to do anything that hasnt happened, and its impossible to go back to it! ! !

In the evening, someone knocked on the door, thanking him for being a wind letter, not. For a long while, I heard the voice of the Queen: "The emperor is the mother. Let the mother come in and see you, okay?"

Thanks for the sake of lying down, but lying for a long while, still got up and opened the door, tired and said: "What?"

Wang backed a plate and stood at the door, saying: "Is the emperor not eating?"

She looked at her for a long time, and for a long time, she endured the phrase "I didn't eat anything and didn't want to eat what you did". I opened my body and let my mother come in. The queen put the plate on the table and said, "Look."

Thanks for your pity, I was so angry that I laughed and said, "What is this?"

The Queen is as authentic as the treasure: "Look, this is the Yanzhizhiwan, this is flowering a good moon...

Calling the wings of a branch like a corpse and two lives, called the full moon is not uneven, thank you have to interrupt her: "How do these things give the name?"

Queens said: "Do you not have a name for dishes?"

Thanks to pity: "That is the royal meal in the palace. No one in the ordinary people gives the name to the dish."

Royal Palace, Imperial, ordinary people. The queen paused for a while and smiled and said: "No one has stipulated that you must take the imperial meal to get the name. Just take a picture of Geely. Come, eat and see? The mother has spent a long time doing it for you." Speaking of handing chopsticks. Cheer but did not laugh, did not move chopsticks.

The queen sat for a while with a smile, and the smile gradually slowed down, saying: "The emperor."

Thanks: "What."

Queens said: "How do you quarrel with the wind?"

Xie pity did not want to explain at all, and did not have the strength to explain, said: "You can do it in your house, don't worry about it."

The queen hesitated for a moment and said: "Mother knows that it should not be said, but these days when you are not here, it is the wind that the child has been watching..."

Thanks to the pity: "What do you want to say after your mother?"

The Queen is busy: "I am not angry with the emperor, I am not accusing you. Really not, I know that you are also very hard. I just said that it is not easy for the child to follow us and follow you. I feel that Come out, he didn't want to go, but he stayed today, all because he remembered your feelings..."

When I heard this, thanked Huo Ran and got up. He said, "Who is easy? I am very easy?! After the mother, don't ask if you can't do it. You don't know how to mix it!"

Seeing him take the door, the queen panicked, got up and chased out, said: "Hello, where are you going? I don't say it, the mother doesn't say it! You come back!"

Thanks for your pity: "I know! It's not easy for everyone, you can rest assured! I will make it easier for everyone!!"

The queen couldn't keep up with him, and soon he was opened. Until the evening, Xie Pian came back with a few bags. When he opened the door, everyone did not sleep, waiting for him, his face was very poor. Thanks for closing the door, said: "What happened?"

The king of the country seems to have fallen behind the queen. Her eyes are still red. Seeing the pity and coming back, Chang Shu breathed a sigh of relief. "Huanger, you are back! I will never ask more in the future, you should not suddenly Turn around and leave, what must be heard after you..."

Everyone is afraid. Afraid that he turned around and left, it was not seen for more than two months. Thanks for your pity: "You think more, I don't have to go. You go in for a break."

After the Queen of the Lord went into the house, silent for a moment, the wind channel: "Even if I ask you where you are going, you will not answer it."

Xie Pity did not speak, threw the bags on the ground and made a crisp sound. Wind channel: "What is this?"

Thanks for opening the bag upside down, shaking off a lot of gold and silverware from the inside, almost reflecting the whole house. The wind letter stood up and said, "You... Where did you come from?!"

Thanks to the pity, he did not lift his head. He sat on the ground and counted it. He said, "You don't need it. You have to go to the big house in the city. You can rest assured. No one found it."

Fengxin binocular round: "You!..."

He remembered that the Queen of the Lord was still next door, and lowered his voice, saying: "You steal something?!"

Thanks to pity: "You don't need to look at me like this. It's not easy for everyone. It's much easier to have them."

Wind channel: "Then you can't steal anything?! We can sell art!"

Thanks to the pity: "Are you going to die a day to earn a few dollars?"

Fengxin stepped back two steps. For the first time, Xie Pity saw this expression on his face that was about to faint.

The wind letter is easy to stand, and it is determined that this is not a mistake, and muttered: "How do you become what it is now?"

Thanks for raising his head, he asked: "What is it?"

Fengxin said: "I don't want to say you! You look at what you are like now! I have not asked you about the robbery. How have you become more serious?!"

Thanks a sneer, said: "Sure enough."

Wind channel: "What really?"

Xie pity stood up and said: "You really remembered the robbery. I want to ask me, I am embarrassed to ask, is it? You have imagined how it happened thousands of times. Don't think about it, I tell you."

Step by step, he pushed to the front of the wind and said: "It is true. I am robbed."

Fengxin was forced to take a step back and said: "You..." He went further and whispered, "What have we been suffering, what are we doing?! If you are willing to do this, we have long been Do, why bother to get to today?! What are you doing?! Are you abandoning your work?! Are you still the former Prince Edward?!"

Thanks to the pity: "Yeah, why bother to survive today?"

A glimpse of the wind. Thanks again and again: "What was it like in the past? Do you not pay back? Can you fight back? Do you want to save yourself? What is this? Is this not an idiot? You think that such an idiot is good. Do you think I have to be like that? If not, you are very hard hit?"

The wind was scared: "Are you crazy? Why do you want to say this?"

Thanks: "You are wrong. I am not crazy, I just suddenly wake up. Then I found out that I was crazy."

"..."

The wind whispered, "How come you? When did you become like this? I, I really don't know, I am like this, what am I going to follow you..."

Thanks for your pity: "Then don't follow."

The wind letter has not responded: "What?"

Thanks, "I said, then don't follow."

When he finished, he slammed the door.

After two hours, the outside of the house came to learn about the movements and the low voices.

It seems that Feng Xin and his father and mother are saying goodbye. The sound of the wind is very low, the Queen's language is sobbing, the king of the country is not much, and the cough is mostly. After a while, the door opened, the door closed, the voice of the wind letter disappeared, and the footsteps went away.

The wind letter has gone.

Thanks for the pity in the house, Mu Mu no expression, half awkward, closed his eyes.

Finally left.

Since the admiration left, thankfulness has been afraid of this matter: one day, the wind letter will also leave.

Because it is too fearful, today, thank you can no longer endure being tortured by this fear.

Instead of slowly consuming it, like a slow knife, you will slowly squander those sinful feelings a little bit. The last two look disgusting, hate each other, it is better to explode at this moment!

Before the wind and letter went, he was afraid. After the wind letter left, he was not afraid at all.

However, although he is not afraid, it is even more painful.

Originally, Xie Pity still holds one-tenth of the expectation in his heart, and expects that even if he admits that he should not do something, even if he becomes such a bad thing, the wind letter will still remain. After all, since he was 14 years old and picked up the wind as his own personal attendant, the two of them almost always followed. It is a master and a slave, and a friend. In addition to his prince, Fengxin does not have any objects to care about. At most, I will take the king and queen.

However, the wind letter really went away.

Xie pity has already guessed this result, and he can fully understand the result, but he still can't stand it for the time being.

At this time, the voice of the queen came from the quiet house.

She said: "I am sorry, royalty."

"..."

Thanks for getting up from the bed, opening the door, going out, and tiredly saying: "It's none of your business."

The queen and the king of the country are sitting at the dilapidated table. The Queen said: "Its the father and the mother who dragged you down. I want you to do bad things for us, and let you quarrel with the wind."

Xie pity and smiled: "What's wrong, isn't there a story of robbing the rich and helping the poor in this legend? The wind letter is gone, it's good, he is easy to go. It's easy on both sides. Let's talk about the doctor first, and you can buy the best medicine tomorrow."

The lord stared at him and said, "I don't need this money."

The queen secretly held him. Thanks for your pity: "What do you want?"

The king of the country coughed a few times and said: "You... go back to the wind letter. I don't want the money."

Although the queen looked at him, he also said: "Yeah, go to the wind letter. He is your most loyal attendant, and your good friend..."

Thanks to pity: "There is no loyal attendant. If you have money, you can use it. Don't ask too much. I said, you don't understand these things."

Silence for a long time, finally, the Queen said: "I'm sorry, the emperor. I can see that you are struggling, but you are just a mortal, you can't help you a little, you have to take care of you."

Xie pity did not have the strength to say more, with a few words of comfort and perfunctory, sent them back to the house. In order to keep myself awake, Xie pity took off the bandages and all the clothes, took a shower, went to sleep, and went to sleep the next day, stumbled: "Why didn't you call me?"

For a while, he remembered that the wind letter had gone.

Thanks for turning over and sitting up, and made a while, remembering something.

Even if the wind is gone, what about his father and mother? How did his father and mother not come in?

At this time of the day, I heard the cough of the Lord, and the sound never stopped. Today it is extremely quiet.

I don't know why, thankful and pity felt uneasy. He put on his clothes and got out of bed. He grabbed two of them and grabbed them. They found that they had lost their white face and pushed the door next door. "Mother, you see me." of"

As soon as he pushed the door, his pair of pupils instantly shrank into two tiny points.

His white hair was found.

The white shackles, hanging above the stilts, still hung two unmoving figures of the elderly, and they were already stiff.

It is after his father and mother.

Xie pity suspected that he was still in a dream, shook, forced to hold the wall, and dangling, did not hold, slipped down the wall.

He sat on the ground, his hands covered his face, and suddenly he had difficulty breathing. He cried and smiled and said, "I, I, I, I..."

I don't know who is incoherent for a while, and he said: "No, no. I, wait, I, no, I..."

In the end, a complete word could not be said. He turned and shouted and slammed his head against the wall for more than a dozen times.

He should have thought of it. His father is an old-fashioned monarch, and his mother is a mother who can't see her loved ones at all, especially for them. Both of them are nobles who are pampered, and it is a miracle that this road can actually persist until now.

After thanking him for hitting the wall a few hundred times, he muttered: "The wind is believed, my father is gone."

No one is listening.

At this time, he thought of putting the parents' bodies down. After putting it down, thanking him as if he had nothing to do, walked around the house and saw a few cold, ugly dishes on the table. He did not eat the queen and took it away last night. Now, he was picked up by the six gods, and all of them ate, and a dish did not dare to leak, for fear of eating a grain of rice. After eating, he began to vomit.

Suddenly, Xie pity grabbed the white scorpion and threw it on the beam and put his neck in.

The suffocation came, however, he was always awake. Even if the eyes are congested and the neck bones creak, he is always awake. Moreover, I dont know what happened, hanging and hanging, the white cockroach was automatically released. Xie pity fell heavily on the ground, dizzy, and found that the white cockroach actually had no wind and automatic, as if a poisonous snake, slowly swelled up.

This thing is actually giving birth to its own spirit!

Infused with mana, dyed the blood of thankfulness, and hanged two royals - if thankful will die, it is three. Such a white sigh, with such deep grievances and evil spirits, is not a strange, but rather strange.

The little monster who just came to the world did not understand how he was born in a desperate situation. He happily swam to the person who gave his own spirit. He seemed to be looking forward to a relatives move. But there is no such thing. He snarled and said: "Who!! Who will kill me!!!"

He only hopes that anyone can immediately come to his life and help him free this endless pain and torture!

At this time, there was a sound of knocking and drumming in the distance. Thanks for the gasping, his eyes are red, his heart: Who? What is it?

Some kind of power drove him to pick up and go out to see. After a long walk, he finally found out that it was the celebration of Yong'an Xinli, the imperial city moved to the capital, and the completion of the new palace.

Celestial celebration! The old people of Xianleguo are now cheering for Yongan. On the street, the smile on everyone's face is so bright and so familiar. Thanks to the pity, when the Yuan Festival was a day trip, the people of Xianle City also cheered like this.

Thanks and pity, he walked back and sat down on the ground.

Why do you want to see the joy and laughter of the "Yongan people" when the mother body of Xianle Guojun is lying at his feet?

Xie pity buried his face in his hand, crying and laughing, hahahaha, hehe.

For a long while, he said: "It's not that easy."

A voice flashed through his mind: human face disease, resentment... the method of making human face disease, is...

The flash of fierce light in his eyes suddenly turned his voice and said: "You can't think better."

His face looked like a cry, like a sorrow, and slowly stood up along the wall, saying: "Yongan, Yongan? I don't think about it. I will never think about it again! I curse you. I curse you!!! I want you all. Dead light, die!! Haha, haha, hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Laughing and laughing, thanking the pity as a gust of wind rushed out, passing the mirror, suddenly a meal, suddenly turned back!

He in the mirror has completely changed his appearance.

What he wore was not the white robe that was washed and worn, but a white sleeved mourning. His face is no longer his face, but a half-smile and a half smile!

If it is the former pity, seeing yourself in the mirror at this moment, I will be scared and shouted, but now he is not afraid at all. He turned a blind eye, laughed and screamed, stumbled, slammed the door and ran out.

The city of Xianle in the old country is now a ruined ruin.

Near the ruins, there are still residents who are unlucky and have no way to go. Although since the outbreak of the human epidemic, the imperial city has been destroyed, this formerly gorgeous king has always been a chilly wind, but today, it seems to be particularly chilling. A few ragged squats ran away and ran to look at the sky. People feel that it seems like something is going to happen, or don't stay.

In front of the imposing city gate of the Imperial City, it was the battlefield. Usually no one dares to go. Now, only one old Taoist ran in the east and jumped in the west to capture those lost souls. When they caught it, they stuffed them into their bags and prepared to tie them into lanterns. Caught and catching, he suddenly found out that when I saw the end of the battlefield, there was a strange white figure.

Its really weird, its really weird. A mourning service, white robe big sleeves, a piece of white shackles on the sleeves, drifting in the wind, if there is life. Wearing a white mask on his face, half of his face crying, half of his face laughing.

The old Taoist was a bit cold, and before he reacted to why he had to run, his legs had taken him out of the battlefield. There was still a sense of horror in his heart, and he stopped to look back.

The white man did not speak a word and walked on the battlefield. Hunting in the hurricane, every step of the foot is on the bones of the dead.

Countless souls are struggling to mourn in this land, so that even the air is black of resentment.

The white man is cold and cold: "Hate?"

The undead screamed. The white man took a few more steps and said: "The people you swear to defend have become nationals of the new country. Hate?"

In the screams of the undead, there was a scream.

The white man slowly said: "They forgot those who died on the battlefield, forgot your sacrifice, and cheered for those who took your life. Hate?"

Screaming, mixed with humming and roaring.

The white man screamed: "What is the use of light, answer me, hate?!"

Over the entire battlefield, there are countless resentful and painful voices.

"Hate..."

"Good hate..."

"Kill... I want to kill them!!!"

The white man opened his arms to them and extended his hands and said, "Come to me."

He said in a word: "I promise: Yongan people, never safe!"

In the screams, screams, and roars of the screaming screams, the souls of the Xianle soldiers and the death spirits of the people of the Imperial City were all in harmony, and in the overwhelming black fog, the illusion formed!

The old Taoist who watched in the distance took a panoramic view of this scene and dared to fight: "This is... this is...!!"

For a moment, only four words appeared in his mind.

White clothing disaster!

At this time, the white man heard the voice of a young man behind him: "His Royal Highness..."

He turned back. I don't know when, standing behind him, a black boy, is bowing down to him, kneeling on one knee.