Apocalyptic Forecast

It didn't die.

This was the first thought after Sasaki Kiyowa woke up.

After an explosion, an attack, and a ruthless attack, can you still have a life? Relentless? No, it should be said that you want to put this black pot on your head more than killing yourself ...

In the ward in the cage, in the monotonous mechanical heart sound rhythm, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold incandescent lamp light above his head.

"The wounds have been bandaged, and the lung and liver injuries need to be rehabilitated for a while, but the problem is not great. Excessive blood loss is not a big deal for the sublimator, you just lie down for a while. . "

On the blue curtain, there was an old figure sitting.

Regardless of the patient's body, smoking a cigarette rod, I don't know how long it has been smoking, and the whole cage is filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was spinning rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

He looked down in silence, saw his almost fragmented and reassembled body, and finally saw his right leg, as well as the bracket and plaster installed on it.

"What's wrong with my leg?" He asked.

Before syncope, he did not remember that he had such a scar.

"I personally interrupted." The old man outside the curtain said: "For insurance."

"It's really painstaking work, Inujiang pursues it."

Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.

The meaning of mocking did not make Inu Jiang angry. The old man just knocked the cigarette rod on the table at random. After knocking out the ash, he filled another pot of shredded tobacco, carefully pressed it, and relighted it.

"This is for you." He said.

Sasaki said nothing.

"Don't worry about Zatou City, that guy has slipped a lot more than you and has run away." Inu Jiang said, "It's beyond my expectation that the blind man would use shock to play this kind of thing."

Sasaki's fingers shrank slightly, and there was no response.

What else can I say?

I jumped into the trap myself.

From beginning to end, it was an ambush against myself.

It ’s just a matter of being outnumbered, and still being caught by mistake and being accused of murderous deeds. Even death ca n’t be innocent, like a joke.

"Since it's gone, why bother to come back?

Inu sighed softly: "I heard that you have done a good job at the Tower of Ivory, and you also have a new job, a new life, you should not come back ..."

"It shouldn't be exposed when you see something in the kill, right?"

Sasaki suddenly raised his eyes, and suddenly the haggard expression suddenly rose sharply and sharply, like a samurai with a sword handle, and asked coldly.

Inu Jiang did not speak, smoking a cigarette in silence.

Did not deny all this.

It was him, who killed Li Jianjin himself ...

That night, it wasn't the murderous devil, but Inujiang.

Sasaki, who once received Inu Jiang's pointing swordsmanship, clearly saw this scene in his eyes at the moment when he traced it back.

"For so many years, Inujiang has followed you, and you still haven't changed your habit of blood vibration and broken heart." Sasaki asked quietly, "Why? Or, you ... intentionally?"

Why did you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

Inu Jiang did not speak.

But Sasaki pressed step by step, raising his voice: "Because I do n’t know who the real murderer is, right ?! Once he speaks and is used by a person with heart, Li Jianjia will be completely defeated ... because the murderer Just hide in the house! "

"No, I'm a murderer. You guessed wrong, Sasaki."

After the curtain fell, the old man knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand, and after knocking off the last cigarette ash, he slowly stood up and bowed to salute: "I'm sorry for planting with you."

"I fell into the evil way and indulged in the thrill of killing people. When I was old, I would feel a decline in strength, and I was reluctant to grow old. I chose the mystery of drinking blood to maintain my vitality."

He calmly said: "Please rest assured that after the matter is over, I will surrender to Lu Mingguan, plead for a cesarean, and grievances for you. Before that, please take a good rest, and soon everything will settle. "

In this way, after a few steps back, he turned away, no longer nostalgic.

"What is the reason for shitlessness!"

But the man who was bound to the hospital bed did not rejoice because he was able to wash away grievances. Instead, he was furious and roared angrily: "Inu Jiang! Inu Jiang! What the **** are you doing!"

"Doing the right thing."

Inu Jiangtou replied, "Do what the samurai should do ... In this way, Li Jian's family will be preserved."

"Is the preserved thing really the original Lijian home!"

Sasaki struggled hard, regardless of the scar cracking, and the spread of blood, "So arrogant, you old man, do you really know how to write the word shame! Are you worthy of seeing you in the past to trust you as the master!"

Inu Jiang's footsteps stopped for a moment, and immediately became indifferent: "You and I are both samurai, and we should know the importance of grace. Don't take the wild dog's thinking to speculate others and be correct."

"Wild dogs also know right or wrong!"

Inujiang was silent for a moment and was amused.

Shake his head indifferently.

Realize how funny this debate is.

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. As long as Rishi can survive, as long as it can be maintained ... Even if it's just an empty shell, I will be able to accept the punishment from Master Zhongzang after death.

The rickety old man gave him a last look and said goodbye: "All I can do is so much."

The roar of anger irrespective of behind.

He closed the door.

"Look at him."

Finally, the supervisor said this: "If there is any aggression, it does not matter if it is killed."

The regulator nodded indifferently.

Inu Jiang never looked back, straight up, through layers of defense, and saw Jiaoshan waiting at the door.

"What about people?" He asked.

"It's already here," said Jiaoshan. "Waiting for you."

Inu Jiang nodded his head and walked straight towards the guarded quiet room.

Go through the corridor and portal and push the last paper door open.

Seeing the young samurai kneeling under the calligraphy and painting, as if he had foreseen something, his eyes were drooping, and his expression did not fluctuate.

I can't see the impulse and impatience that I deliberately showed on weekdays.

Never conceal the dark evil in those eyes like a fox.

"There's a long wait, a long time."

Inu Jiang closed the door behind him and sat across from him: "I think, you should know why I came to you today."

"Yes, there are labors who work hard to remove the traces for me."

The young samurai bowed his head and sat down, thanking the old man: "I originally felt that a person like me could not hide an elder like Mr. Inujiang. It seems that this day is faster than I expected. "

He said, "I am the murderer."

Without any concealment, frankly and straightforwardly responded to Inu Jiang's question.

But it made Inu Jiang not feel any anger or sadness, but only felt the deep exhaustion in the numbness.

There are too many waves, too many storms.

There are too many changes.

Unknowingly, everything has become completely different from the past, completely different from what he knows.

But after so many years of left and right clumsiness, after the seam was patched up, when such a huge loophole appeared in front of his eyes, he could not even feel the fear.

Instead, there is an impulse to smile bitterly.

This day finally came.

"... You did better than you said, quiet for a long time, better than everyone. Before I fled, I didn't even doubt you."

In the silence, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly, as if almost begging: "Come on, let's stay quiet for a long time, there is still a chance to save everything."

In silence, no one spoke again.

In the long silence, the young warrior seemed to be distracted.

Startled staring, staring at the solemn quiet room.

For a long time, for a long time.

"Mr. Inujiang."

He said softly, "I have, two fathers."

"A father is an incompetent person. He brought me up and thought he was loving and thought he could get power ... Another father is an arrogant and shallow person who turned me into what he is now. I thought I was generous and thought I could play with everyone in the applause.

One of them taught me indifference, the other taught me pain. "

"But now, both of my fathers are dead."

He lowered his head, seeming to laugh at himself:

"I still remember my biological father's loving and kind appearance before my mother's death. I also remember that my adoptive father was very motivated when he first came to power."

"But until the end, they have never been able to obtain happiness, and all they have harvested is pain and death. They have never been able to fulfill their wishes, even if they lose everything, even they have been transformed into something unrecognizable."

He said, "Maybe they shouldn't be born in this family, just like me."

In this way, the young samurai bowed his head calmly and apologized to the old man in front of him.

"Sorry, Mr. Inujiang, violated your expectations and trust."

"I have no turning back."

"..."

It should be said to be angry or sorry.

But Inu found that he could not feel anything, only a moment of loss and empty, indescribable sorrow, "such a city, could have been supported by the family ..."

"No, Mr. Inujiang, I don't want to be seen here."

Satomi Kuri said, "I just want to destroy it."

At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!

However, it was too late ...

Inu Jiang's sad eyes dropped, and he didn't want to see them again.

As early as the moment he entered this quiet room, he had fallen into the encirclement. Now the eight dogs who are at home are lurking outside the quiet room.

As long as there is a slight change in Jiu Jing, what is waiting for him is death.

In the silence, there was a chopping sound.

The scarlet colors spewed, staining the calligraphy and painting on the wall red.

When the turbid blood dripped again, and fell back to Inu Jiang's face, causing him to slowly raise his head in dullness, and looked at the unscathed long silence in front of him.

And five fingers from his chest ... behind him.

Horn mountain.

The silent and determined warrior did not pull out his sword, but just raised his fingers together. The sharp edge of the gold iron tore the old man ’s back heart, removed the heart, and pierced it from his chest.

Grasp slowly.

The debilitating heart collapsed.

"... Jiaoshan, when?" He asked wearily. .

"Long ago, Master Inujiang."

The indifferent samurai replied expressionlessly: "Jiu Jing's thoughts are the same as mine: seeing home in such a long and persistent breath can only bring the pain of not seeing the end, just like you have always felt ... "

He was already aware of the moment when Pian An, a mixed-race girl who was barely living peacefully at the border, was also drawn into the struggle by this ugly storm.

What kind of **** has he turned into when he sees the house he is guarding?

He said, "It's time to end this."

Inu Jiang gasped tiredly, but just raised his eyebrows, laughing like self-deprecation, closing his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

Jiao Shan slowly withdrew his hand, took out a square scarf, and wiped the blood.

But Jiu Jing held the knife and stepped forward step by step.

"Thank you for your care and sacrifices over the years. I am very sorry for your expectations." The sword blade slowly lifted up and pointed at Inujiang's neck. Jiu Jing finally said goodbye: "Please rest."

At that moment, there was a thunderous roar burst.

Electro-optics burst out of nothingness.

Because Inujiang opened his pupils, from those turbid eyes, a brilliant and hot light burst out.

The aging and tired body reversed time at this moment, ignoring the erosion of the years and the entanglement of pain, drawing swords, striding forward, cutting forward!

At this moment, the dying old lion burst into the last cruelty.

The miracle of Bafang came here, and went away instantly ...

The two passed by.

There was a deep scar on Jiu Jing's face, which almost divided the face in two. Now, the scars are slowly closing up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ recovering quickly as new.

Can't see how close it was to death.

In the footsteps of staggering, the blade of Inujiang's hand was fragmented, and the blood color sputtered from his chest, taking away the last breath.

The aging and broken body finally fell down and made a deep voice.

As if the bubble burst.

Maybe it was the sound of waking up from a long daydream?

it's finally over.

Sorry, loyal Tibetan, sorry.

I've ... can't save it anymore ... I'm here at home ...

He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.

Please, punish me ...