Way of Choices

Liang Hongzhuang looked at Su Li, expressionless, and asked as if he were dead: "Why?"

Quiet, no one can answer this question.

He smirked and said: "I thought that God’s reason is a cycle after all, it’s not that it’s not the time, it’s just late, but after all, there will be a result, where I want to get it, there is no heaven at all. Okay, now it’s about to die, and another one emerges."

Chen Changsheng lowered his head without looking at him, and the hand holding the dagger shivered slightly.

"Where did our Liang family offend you? What benefit has the Tianliang Chen family given you? You want to destroy my Liang family full door more than ten years ago!"

Liang Hongzhuang's laughter grew louder, the blood on his body grew faster and faster, and his voice became more and more sad. When it comes to the last sentence, the question has turned into a roar, a roar from the wounded beast, full of anger and unwillingness, despair and pain, about to penetrate deeply into the soul of the person who heard it.

Chen Changsheng's head is lower, his face paler, and his hands are shaking more and more, as if he will not be able to hold the hilt in the next moment. He doesn't want to see Liang Hong who is already mad, or dare to watch Su Li. Because he was worried that if he took a look at it, he would have unstoppable remorse for what he had done, and he would fall into pain and struggle.

After listening to Liang Hongzhuang's tragic question, looking at Chen Changsheng with his head down, Su Li is still expressionless-what has happened can no longer be changed, then regret or not, it does not make any sense, no review is required, even Yes, that can only happen in his own heart, he absolutely disdain to explain to the world.

He is such a temperament person. If before, no matter how miserable Liang Hong's makeup is, he will leave without changing his face. Today he also does not change his face, but for some reason, he said a few words before leaving. Or is it because Chen Changsheng's head is too low, and the hand holding the sword is too shaking?

"How many ancestors of your Liang family have killed and how many doors have you killed in the south when you were the emperor?"

Su Li looked at Liang Hongzhuang with a blank expression and said, "As for destroying you, the Liang family is full... If I really want to do this, how can you live to this day, and how can Liang Wangsun live?"

Suddenly his mood became a little irritable, looking at Chen Changsheng and said in a cold voice: "What do you do if you don't hurry and go stupid? Imitating loneliness or pretending to be desperate? Don't think you saved my life, you are qualified to teach me ."

After saying this, he walked towards the barren mountain.

After these days of rest, he was still seriously injured, but he could take two steps slowly.

The two hairy deer were full of grass and returned to the field. They looked at Su Li and Chen Changsheng, who were still standing with their heads bowed down in the distance, and looked a little confused. They didn't know who to follow.

Chen Changsheng looked up, looked at Liang Hongzhuang, wanted to say something, and finally said only two words: "Sorry."

Finally, he said these two heavy words, but his mood did not become lighter. He stretched out his arms and took the reins between the necks of two fawns, silently chasing towards the lonely figure in front.

The barren mountain is south.

Liang Hongzhuang could no longer support, fell to the ground, looked at the gradual gradual duo, shouted with pain: "Do you think you can really return to the south? If you continue to follow him, you will definitely die!" "

Chen Changsheng didn't look back, and continued to walk silently with his head down.

Su Li walked slowly, and it didn't take long for him to catch up.

The deer bent his front knee and fell to the ground. He lifted Su Li up.

From beginning to end, there was no conversation.

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After walking through this barren mountain, and over the other two barren mountains, the hairy deer stopped beside a green grassy slope.

Chen Changsheng came down from the back of the deer, ran to the side of the road, bent down and began to vomit.

Su Li looked at him mockingly and said: "That guy is not dead yet, there is nothing vomiting."

Chen Changsheng waved his hands, trying to explain two sentences, but unable to suppress the discomfort between his chest and abdomen, he vomited again.

This battle with Liang Hongzhuang is the first time he has faced a single star powerhouse head-on. If this battle is not too ordinary, it seems a bit of an understatement, or it may be more worthy of the status of this battle in history.

But the price he paid was not ordinary, and the battle of cross-border killing was certainly not as light as it seemed on the surface. Under the pressure of Liang Hongzhuang’s star domain, he also suffered a lot of injuries. His bones seemed to want to split. Previously, his body had been trembling slightly, it was an emotional problem, and it was really that the body could not support it. Living.

But the real injury is not in the body, but in the spirit.

He didn't have the talents for calculation like Xu Yourong, and he didn't have a strong enough talent bloodline. The study of Huijian was just on the road. He had to force Huijian to meet the enemy, and it was the seven swords at a time. This is not what he can bear now. of. A large amount of information can even be said to be adopted and analyzed, such as the sea and even the vast complex calculations like the starry sky, which directly squeezed out all his spirits and made his knowledge of the sea oscillate until it was about to collapse.

All his consciousness was consumed in the seven swords, and the consciousness became empty.

The practitioner's body is a boat in the spiritual ocean. His current ocean of spirits has dried up, and the ship has been falling in a void space, never ending. This is a terrible process. He felt that everything around him, barren hills and grass slopes were constantly turning and changing, and the clear blue sky seemed to be falling overhead, which made him extremely disgusted, uncomfortable, dizzy, painful, and weak. Just like drinking wine for seven days and seven nights in a row, the wine is hard liquor, or even bad wine.

This feeling is very painful, very uncomfortable, and this is a spiritual thing, there is no way to expel it from the body.

He spit out all the roasted meat and wild fruits he ate last night and this morning, and spit out the gastric juice, and the last thing he spit out was only water-like things, until nothing could be spit out, and he had not stopped Starting to vomit, as if vomiting to the sea and the rocks, the sky and the ground are old, so that you can show your attitude towards the world.

Su Li looked at the teenager who was vomiting by the road, silent.

Do not know how long it took, he slowly walked behind Chen Changsheng with the yellow paper umbrella as a stick, slowly raised the yellow paper umbrella and hit him behind Chen Changsheng's neck.

With a snap, Chen Changsheng fell slowly. Before falling, he exhausted his last strength to ensure that he fell backwards, and would not be contaminated by the filth that he spit out.

But he didn't faint, he still opened his eyes and looked at the sky, extremely painful and extremely weak.

Su Li said indifferently: "If you refuse to faint, you may be crazy."

In the blow just now, he used all the power accumulated in these days, he thought it was not enough to kill the enemy, but it could be used to save people, but he didn't expect this boy's body to be so tough.

Chen Changsheng opened his mouth like a dying fish and said weakly, "Senior, there is a grass on the mountain."

"You would like to write a poem before you die?" Su Li said: "Don't do this, it will make people uncomfortable."

Chen Changsheng raised his hand hard, pointed at the grass and said, "That's a hundred days of drunkenness."

As Su Li said, if he goes on like this, his consciousness may really break, die directly or become an idiot, and the most important thing is that he is really uncomfortable and painful now. If he can ensure that his sight is not blurred at this time, and can see the white clouds in the blue sky, he will definitely remove the golden needle for the first time and faint himself, but he can't do it.

Fortunately, when he fell, he saw a grass that could comatose himself.

Su Li understood what he meant, and picked the grass, ripped it into pieces with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chen Changsheng finally closed his eyes, his face still pale, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Su Li took a few tired breaths, sat cross-legged, glanced at the deserted deserted mountain, and his right hand fell on the umbrella handle.

After a while, Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky with some loss.

Su Li's eyes drooped slightly and said, "Won't you faint?"

Chen Changsheng said tiredly: "The medicine is not that fast.

Su Li said: "Shut up, close your eyes, and wait."

Chen Changsheng said hardly: "But I have something to say to my senior."

Su Li was silent for a while, and said blankly: "Let."

"Senior...I'll kill fewer people in the future."

After saying this, Chen Changsheng felt that he had finally finished what he had to do. He was relaxed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

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(Children, holiday is a good thing, but you must take good measures and don’t kill anyone. See you tomorrow. I want to write more than 4,000 words tomorrow.)

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