[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

The kiss was light.

It lightly landed on Li Xun Huan's cheek like a feather.

Dry, soft, unlovely.

It's like a mother kissing a wronged child, like an elder brother comforting a helpless crying younger brother.

But neither.

Compared with them, this kiss was too hot.

Swearing not to give up, like moths to the flame, with a faint will to move forward and indomitable determination.

Wang Zhi's lips came down to kiss, Li Xun Huan seemed to be scalded by burning coals.

Burning his world apart.

He stood in this world again.

There is love, and there is a world of rivers and lakes.

He shook Wang Zhi away with a palm, stood up, touched his cheek, a little speechless.

Everyone in the world knows that Xiao Li is romantic, he is young and handsome, and he is proud of his talent. Except for Lin Shiyin, who is like a poem and a dream, he does not know how many beautiful beauties have secret meetings. I don't know how many pairs of spring onion-like catkins I have held, I don't know how many petal-like fragrant and soft red lips have kissed his palm. Although this is true, it is not fabricated by others, but Li Xun Huan has always had many followers.

There have also been fairies who came to recommend pillow seats at night, and there have also been thousands of cups of wine in brothels.

But never once did he feel so...absurd.

He slowly put down his hand, Fang Fang wanted to reprimand him, but saw Wang Zhi's cold and stubborn face.

The words finally turned into a long sigh.

"You should go back."

He said.

At this moment, he looked at the young man in front of him as if he was looking at an ignorant child.

Tolerant, helpless, calm.

But only there is no love.

Not even half love.

Wang Zhi straightened his back, like a sword, but his eyes were as dark as scorched earth.

"Li Xunhuan, where should I go?"

he said coldly.

"I'm not your cousin."

"I don't need your company to whitewash peace, let alone your whitewash."

He has always spoken like this, as sharp as a needle, as sharp as a wheat awn, and he has always stabbed a knife straight into the heart and lungs of others, not caring about the pain of others with blood flowing.

In a trance, a domineering and willful child.

Like a cold and cruel devil.

This child full of hostility, a devil with murderous intent looked at Li Xunhuan, just like a child looking at his toys and a devil looking at his territory.

"I like you, Li Xunhuan."

He seemed to be full of hostility, but in fact he had already broken the boat, and now he felt even more inexplicably uneasy.

He seemed to have a fierce killing intent, but he already knew the ending of the story, and now he was even more inexplicably hopeful.

He was originally determined to destroy the world with reckless evil, but the moment he uttered these words, he turned back into a beautiful, slender and proud young man, his heart beating faster than Li Xun Huan's throwing knife.

Li Xun Huan, however, is like a blind man with his eyes open and an unintentional stone, as if he can't see it or feel it.

Slowly but firmly, he shook his head.

"You shouldn't."

These words are actually not harsh, nor does it mean to teach, and even a little warm and gentle.

But it really split the young man's emotions, his chest was full of blood, leaving only a scorching scorched land riddled with holes.

Wang Zhi stood in front of him, as if he was standing outside the cliff in the flames.

In the end, there is no remains of ashes and smoke.

He blinked.

My eyes hurt a little.

Painful as if about to shed tears.

But he did not shed tears after all.

He should be.

I never shed tears when I was blamed by the sky.

No tears were shed when kin died.

I have never shed tears since I was young.

At this moment, how could he cry.

How can we cry!

The young man smiled coldly.

"Li Xunhuan."

He stared fiercely at Li Xun Huan, and spoke slowly, as if he was reading the lines in a play or a storytelling script, every word and every word carried the coldness and coldness that should not appear in this world.

"Today's shame, I will pay back double."

Time goes by, every year willow color.

Many years later, when Zhuang Zhou thought of this sentence again, he had already changed countless skins and passed through many worlds, and he only sighed.

At this time Zhuang Zhou was still Li Xunhuan, so he just looked at him.

Still like looking at a child who has gone astray.

Wang Zhi finally stopped looking at him, turned and left.

The room fell silent again.

Li Xun Huan sat down slowly.

Qingdai-like eyebrows, slightly raised eyes, fine and soft eyelashes, he is handsome and heroic in nature, but a jade-white scholar's robe makes him elegant and romantic.

Extraordinarily beautiful.

He turned another page of the book.

Look calm and indifferent.

The downtrodden man, the lost soul at the end of the world, and the tolerant and gentle young man who looked like Cai Cai just now were just a flash in the pan and a dream.

It seems that the actor who is good at singing and reciting has taken off his makeup and costumes when he comes on the stage. The corners of his brows and eyes are indifferent and overlooking the world of mortals.

"Son."

The soul hidden in the jade pendant quietly appeared.

Her face can no longer be seen clearly, only a vague human figure is set off under the lamp.

She landed gently beside him.

"Xue Chang."

Zhuang Zhou looked up at her.

"You can come out already?"

"Yes."

Xue Chang seemed to be smiling.

"After you successfully killed the main god last time, I also gained some power."

"That's fine too."

"Son."

Xue Chang looked at Zhuang Zhou, hesitant to speak.

Zhuang Zhou saw it.

"Go ahead."

"I never asked you that day, Gong Jiu died because of you, did you ever regret it?"

She shouldn't have said this, so she said it hesitantly and cautiously, but she really wanted to know if Zhuang Zhou was sad and would not regret it.

"Regret, regret what?"

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his index finger, and knocked on the table meaningfully with his long and slender fingers.

He smiled.

But there is no smile.

"For so many years, I have killed many people, betrayed many people, many people died because of me, and many people indulged in love and hatred because of me."

"Whether it's the dead or the living, I always want to find a result for them and myself."

"I have no way out."

"I win and they will all live."

"If I lose, I will be buried with them."

"That's all."

"So why talk about the word regret."

"Take Gong Jiu as a guide, induce him to destroy the established destiny, lead out the incarnation of the main god of that world, make her think that Gong Jiu is a person who breaks the law, and kill her at the weakest moment after she killed Gong Jiu with the power of the gods , Of course shameless, of course despicable."

"But I don't regret it."

"There are many wronged souls in the prosperous age, and there are dry bones under the great cause. If there is a crime, I will bear it."

He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and open.

"You've already been covered in blood, so why worry about crimes in your bones?"

Xue Chang was silent for a while.

"I just want to find a way to make you happy."

Zhuang Zhou smiled.

"I know."

He looked at her gentle and calm.

Xue Chang opened his mouth, wanting to laugh.

Tears flowed out suddenly.

Time makes a knife, time makes a sword.

The former boy had finally disappeared.

The author has something to say:

Every confession is so tragic, well, I didn't mean it.In addition, I would like to thank you, Lord Yaoxie, for the land mines. It is up to you to support the family. !