The Shen family’s family biography "Brofeng Jue" is an evil skill that cultivates ruthlessness and unfeeling, and all things in the world are slaughtered.
The process of cultivation is extremely dangerous. Shen Cheng cuts out all the dust, removes distracting thoughts, has no resentment, no hatred, no sorrow or joy, this is only ten great achievements, and he is stunned.
Lu Shenxing carefully filtered the words of the system twice in his mind, and it would be better to call it "Unfeeling Swordsmanship, Ruthless Swordsmanship", pretending|forcing him to call "Baofengjue", otherwise he wouldn't understand until now.
"Why didn't you tell me this in the beginning?" Lu Shenxing was depressed. If he had known it, he would not waste time in vain.
As if knowing what Lu Shenxing thought, the system's voice sounded, "Ding, Mr. Lu, the mission world is your choice. It has been recorded and archived and cannot be deleted."
The implication is that even if you choose a tuoxiang, you have to pinch your nose and eat it.
This is the rule of the game.
Inexplicably feel that he has been pitted, Lu Shenxing's thoughts are very confused, he raised his head and asked Hua Bo, "How can I abandon love?"
Flower Bo stroked his beard, "Floating dust beads."
He also said, "There are only two in the world. As far as I know, one was taken by the emperor to Princess Changyue many years ago, and the remaining one is in the hands of the host of Taihe Temple."
Youlongbao has the most meticulous love in the world | News | Net, Lu Shenxing called the chief of the Chifeng Hall who was in charge of this matter, and soon knew all the trends about Taihe Temple.
Just two days ago, the host died unexpectedly, and the floating dust beads disappeared.
It's common for people to die these days, but it's unusual to be caught up in this moment.
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. Lu Shenxing leaned on the back of his chair, his face was stiff and cold, and his body exuded a gloomy aura. A sense of frustration spontaneously gathered in his heart.
"I remembered a long-lasting event." Faber took a sip of tea. "When I was young, I had a playful mind. I overheard the conversation between the master and several masters, and heard one person, Shen Liu."
"Later on a trip, I got to know the young master of Qiyi Pavilion who knows everything about the world. From the other party, I learned that Shen Liu was originally the number one killer in the world. He acted aloof and cold-blooded. There were many dead souls under his sword. One day, someone It was discovered that he was dead by the river. At that time, all of his internal strength was lost and he was a waste. The rivers and lakes thought it was a vendetta."
"When he died, those people had revenge, grievances and complaints, and vented their anger|humiliation to his corpse." Faber paused before saying, "I used to be confused about who can beat him. Now I want to come and put him in It is the worldly thing that is dead, and it is himself."
Lu Shenxing fell silent as he swallowed the utterly "I can't save him by abolishing his martial arts".
Abolishing martial arts is also a matter of life.
This Youlong Fort looked up and down as a grasshopper on a rope, sharing honor and disgrace, but the loyalty of most of them was based on the skill of no one in Shencheng.
Shen Cheng killed too many people. If he becomes a useless person, I don't know how many people rush to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw his bones.
"Does the meridian burst out on the way to abolish martial arts?" Lu Shenxing still asked.
"The catastrophe is inevitable." Huber sighed, "Eleventh, you come back to the valley with me, the Lord Gu and Ningxiang miss you very much."
"No." Lu Shenxing waved his hand and declined the kindness. He can't go anywhere now, he can only stay here, and he has been busy for more than three years.
Huber gave up his tongue, and saw that Lu Shenxing had decided, he shook his head, nothing more.
The dark clouds are rolling, the rain is leaning
Lu Shenxing squatted under the eaves, and the violent storm pounced unceremoniously. He wiped the rain off his face, feeling that he was like the cup on the table.
The goal is about to die if the task is not completed, and it seems that his good fortune has been taken away by the dog.
Somehow, Sangu's face appeared in Lu Shenxing's mind. Sangu's purpose of harming him was for Shen Cheng. Then Shen Cheng sealed her mouth to make something secret...
Lu Shenxing got up suddenly, his eyes were terrifying, and his warm body was pasted behind his back. He pressed his hand on his waist and asked sternly, "You know?"
Shen Cheng understood the unprovoked sentence. He calmly nodded and said, "Life and death are fate, don't force it."
The rain was getting heavier and louder, and the bluestone road was loud and loud, Lu Shenxing still listened to the sound in his ears, his expression was ugly.
"There is too much temptation|too much confusion, too much sorrow." Shen Cheng's eyes flashed tenderly, "Don't be afraid, I will not leave you alone."
Fuck!Lu Shenxing was full of this word, and he knew that Shen Cheng was serious.
"222, I give up this volume."
"Ding, the task is still five percent short, is Mr. Lu sure?"
"forget it."
The corner of Lu Shenxing's lips hooked very quickly. It was just a little bit worse. He might as well take a gamble.
What is that five percent?Lu Shenxing turned around as he thought about it. The wound on his forehead was exposed under Shen Cheng's nose. When he reacted, the person in front of him was already suffering from an expression.
Lu Shenxing immediately followed Shen Cheng's head over and over again using the same method of appeasing his haha.
"Go put on shoes, change clothes, wash and eat."
The slanting rain penetrated the white shirt, and Shen Cheng did not move, his eyes were red.
Lu Shenxing pulled Shen Cheng back to the house, but those thoughts did not disappear with the chill.
After a series of deaths, there was no breath of anyone in the Cuizhu Garden except Lu Shenxing and Shen Cheng. The traces of Huabo's visit were still there, and Shen Cheng noticed it, and he had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Lu Shenxing took off his wet clothes and Shen Cheng went over and took a comb to comb his hair.
"The other floating dust bead is in your hand." Lu Shenxing said abruptly, his tone affirmative.
"Destroyed." The comb made a very soft sound from top to bottom, and Shen Cheng's eyes were cold, "There is no more dust in the world."
Lu Shenxing's lips trembled, and he pulled out a ridiculous arc. You fucking don't want to live with me!
Lips were close to the cheeks of the person in his arms, and he rubbed them again. Shen Cheng lowered his eyelids, and the dark colors were surging. He hated or even feared the boring days, so he would rather destroy the floating dust beads by himself and choose death than give up The warmth now.
He decides his life and death, and no one wants to take away his memory.
Lu Shenxing pulled back, his scalp hurt, he changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to get food.
Shen Cheng, who stayed in place, removed a few strands of hair from the comb, placed it in his palm, and put it away, and put it away.
At night, Lu Shenxing stretched out his hand to touch the side in a daze, and rushed for a moment. He was awakened immediately, and when he turned his head, he was startled by the black shadow on the bed.
"What are you doing without sleeping?"
Shen Cheng took the plate in his hand, without a trace of sleepiness in his voice, "Osmanthus sugar cake."
Getting up quickly, Lu Shenxing fumbled to light the light, the room lit up, and Shen Cheng's pale face and blood came into his sight.
Shen Cheng pursed his lips, "chicken blood."
"...Did the chicken provoke you?" Lu Shenxing stopped checking.
Shen Cheng held a piece to Lu Shenxing's mouth, and said indifferently, "Noisy."
His nose was full of fishy smells, and Lu Shenxing opened his mouth to eat. He was not surprised. If he continued like this, let alone chickens, even people would splash three feet of blood.
The plate was empty, and Lu Shenxing ate to support him, and Shen Cheng's lips were raised, expressing satisfaction.
After falling asleep again, Shen Cheng leaned his head on Lu Shenxing's shoulder and murmured affectionately, "Ji Ji..."
Lu Shenxing irritably lifted the quilt and wrapped Shen Cheng, "It was woken up by you, you can play with it."
In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, and Shen Cheng stopped going out, often rubbing against Lu Shenxing, like an insecure cub.
On the contrary, Lu Shenxing did not rush, and calmed down.
If he wants to change Shen Cheng's destiny, the other party cannot be without sorrow or joy, which in itself is very contradictory.
Only by doing walking dead can it be avoided, but Shen Cheng has lived through that kind of life.
So even if there are floating dust beads, Shen Cheng will abandon his love and return to the original point, he will still be buried in the fire.
Anyway, it's dead, this is an impossible task.
Then wait for death. Lu Shenxing cocked his legs to watch the sunset, while Shen Cheng was watching him. The dusk was near.
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