Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

I saw the slowly appearing meteors in his eyes blooming instantly, and even Murong Lin stayed in place.

The shooting star seemed to come from Meng Xinghun's eyes, but it actually bloomed with his sword skills. load

I saw a shooting star passing by.

The whole dark world lit up.

Warm and loving light blooms for an instant, then disappears for an instant.

Meteors are like this, appearing in an instant and disappearing in an instant.

But it left a sky full of romance and profundity.

Is the shooting star beautiful?

Of course it is beautiful, and a little light brings people infinite joy and expectation.

Just like a butterfly.

They are all very beautiful, but their existence is very short-lived.

Butterflies cannot live long, just like shooting stars can only bloom for a moment.

But why do they exist?

What is the meaning of their lives?

What is the meaning of existence in such a short life?

For whom do their lives bloom?

Only Meng Xinghun knows...

Flowers are beautiful, but the meaning of life is only when they are appreciated by others.

Butterflies are beautiful, but they have meaning only when they are appreciated by others.

Meteors are short-lived, but in just a few seconds, thousands of people have witnessed this beautiful moment.

That's why it exists.

It is also the meaning of life for all people.

So he swung this sword and instantly broke through the darkness.

While this sword light broke through the darkness, it also struck towards Murong Lin accurately.

In an instant, the sword light that looked like a meteor had arrived in front of Murong Lin.

Meteors are fleeting, and so are people.

When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The starry sky is fleeting regardless of light. How much is it like tonight?

Meng Xinghun tried his best to swing the knife, his eyes once again as deep as the late night sky.

Murong Lin's body was instantly hit by the sword light and flew backwards.

He laughed in mid-air, his face looking very happy.

Being knocked away by the sword light, his figure instantly spun several times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, stirring up dust all over the ground.

The faces of the people around him instantly showed expressions of joy, and many people even shouted in disbelief: "The devil has been defeated!"

But Murong Lin did not give them a chance to continue cheering.

Murong Lin struggled to get up slowly from the ground and looked at Meng Xinghun.

The status of the two is now the same.

Meng Xinghun tried his best, but Murong Lin was seriously injured.

Meng Xinghun said: "I have already broken your third sword."

Murong Lin said disdainfully: "If you weren't the protagonist, I might not have kept you for these 0.9 days."

"What do you mean?" Meng Xinghun was confused.

"I just hope you can bring me some surprises, just like Han Tang. Now it seems that you two are very good!" Murong Lin grinned, his mouth full of blood.

"Hmph! You devil, are you still talking about this when you are about to die?"

"I just don't want you to die too confused. Besides, thank you for the meteor sword!" Murong Lin slowly raised the sword again.

Meng Xinghun looked nervous and raised his sword as well.

"Your three swords have no effect on me."