[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The heroine is not human

The air is filled with the breath of pain.

The bonfire was burning in the dark night, and the dead wood kept making the sound of sparks crackling. The place near the bonfire was obviously not cold, but Fu Hongxue felt cold, very cold. He kept shaking.

He had a ferocious face, staring at the gray-haired man.

Gong Ziyu sniffed greedily, as if the air was filled with a honey-like sweetness.

Fu Hongxue's face suddenly turned red again, like a boiled shrimp. He trembled with excitement, and shouted heart-piercingly, "I'm going to kill you...! I'm going to kill you...!"

The monster laughed strangely.

It said: "Humans cannot kill monsters."

Even if Fu Hongxue's knife cut this body completely to pieces, the monster would not die, because the monster's body is just a mass of black energy that seems to exist, which is attached to other living things and moves.

As if he had enjoyed enough of Fu Hongxue's miserable state, a black aura suddenly attacked Fu Hongxue. This aura was not a human thing, and its speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already wrapped around Fu Hongxue's fallen body.

This is death energy, a talent unique to monsters.

Death Qi is a very, very vicious thing. If it entangles with monsters, it will prevent the monsters from absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and the monsters will slowly exhaust and die. die.

The demon is extremely confident.

Of course it has reason to be confident, because this is his confidence!

But Fu Hongxue raised his head abruptly, those dark eyes were already filled with anger and hatred, and in an instant, Fu Hongxue was beside the monster, holding the knife tightly in his hand, the eternal knife Accompanied by his magic knife.

As soon as the white light appeared, Gong Ziyu's head had been chopped off!

A large amount of blood spewed out, and amidst the blood red, a black mist suddenly gushed out from the cut surface of the neck, rushing towards the sky, this is the body of the monster.

The black mist suddenly shouted in shock: "No—impossible, why didn't you die? Why didn't you die immediately?!"

This was naturally because of the medicine that Qiu Xing gave Fu Hongxue.

The shell of the medicine is the blood jade transformed from the blood of the vampire princess Li Yu, which can be used as a temporary inner alchemy, and in the middle of the blood jade is wrapped a ray of green demonic energy, which is the demonic energy of the cat demon Qiuxing. The transformed essence, with this elixir, can resist the attack of death energy.

But Fu Hongxue obviously didn't have the leisure to answer this monster.

Fu Hongxue's eyes were red, and he was staring at the black mist. His chest heaved violently. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by such a huge sense of anger and powerlessness. In front of the sharp sword energy, they separated instantly.

But where is the entity in the fog?Where will the fog be really split?In just a moment, this cloud of black mist gathered together again. It couldn't kill Fu Hongxue, so it had to flee quickly.

no problem, no problem.The demon thought, it can't die...it just lost a body, at worst, find another one, humans can't kill it, humans can't kill it!Looking at the furious Fu Hongxue, the demon suddenly let out a burst of arrogant laughter, and was about to fly away.

In the next second, a demon green flame suddenly ignited on the monster's body, and the black mist let out a violent scream, and was dragged back to the ground by the green flame, burning viciously.

This demonic green flame is exactly the demonic fire of the cat demon Qiuxing.

——Death energy is the talent of monsters, and demon fire is the talent of monsters. Death energy can kill monsters, and demon fire can also burn monsters. Everything in this world is born and restrained by each other.

The cat demon came out of the woods.

She has turned into a human form, her jet-black hair covers her glowing white skin, and a big snow-white tail is dangling behind her, as if she is a little lazy.

But in her pair of green eyes that are always airy and charming, there is something terribly cold.

She looked at the black mist coldly.

Only when the world is in chaos and corpses are everywhere, will there be strong resentment. Most of the monsters are born at that time, and that time is also the time when the monsters are the most powerful. They call the wind and rain, and do all kinds of evil.

But when the world is at peace, resentment is not enough to support the life of the demons, most of the demons die slowly, only a small number of them refuse to die, trying to create resentment, this demon is one of them.

He has indeed disturbed many situations. Over the years, he has committed 87 tragedies, but even so, at most, he only killed a few hundred people. Compared with when it was all over the country?

Therefore, demons are not strong, they are just good at playing tricks and tricks.

...but its tricks and tricks are so cruel!The truth is so simple, so ridiculous, yet so cruel.

...Because it's ridiculous, it's even more cruel. For Fu Hongxue, the tragedies of his life, those bitter struggles and tears when he was young, and those endless thoughts and pains when he grew up, were all because of, and were just, a single animal. A monster, he lives on the resentment of human beings.

People often seek meaning for suffering, but suffering itself has no meaning.

The emergence of "meaning" is only because people want to live with a lot of holes.

...Maybe Fu Hongxue also lied to himself that these sufferings are meaningful.

The green demon fire gradually engulfed the black mist. At the beginning, the black mist could still scream frantically, and then the sound gradually weakened until it was completely swallowed by the green demon fire.

Fu Hongxue stared fixedly at the cloud of black mist without saying anything. After the cloud of black mist finally disappeared, he suddenly fell to his knees as if exhausted, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

His body was shaking like chaff, his face was as pale as a ghost crawling out of hell, he knelt on the ground, blood kept flowing from his mouth, but what about his eyes?Did he shed any tears?

Eighteen years ago, when Qiu Xing lost his life, his tears flowed with Qiu Xing. Since then, no matter whether he was almost killed or deceived by a fake Qiu Xing, he never shed a single tear. None flowed.

until today.

His hand holding the knife also began to tremble.

A milky white hand suddenly covered his hand, warm and soft, it was Qiu Xing's hand.Qiuxing knelt beside him, looking down at his trembling and cold hands.

Fu Hongxue suddenly hugged Qiuxing tightly. His hands were so tight, like a drowning man hugging his only life-saving straw. As he hugged Qiuxing, his blood-stained lips moved. , repeating Qiuxing's name over and over again.

His clothes were all stained with blood, and the rough black cloth did not feel comfortable, but rather stinging.

Qiuxing hugged her back.

She didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, she said softly: "It's okay, it's over."

Fu Hongxue didn't say a word. He held Qiuxing's face tremblingly. Qiuxing's delicate and clean face was in stark contrast to his pale and painful face. He looked at Qiuxing and suddenly muttered a prayer: "Let me kiss you, okay?"

His mouth was full of blood, he was afraid that Qiu Xing would dislike him.

Qiu Xing's green eyes were suddenly full of pity. She looked at the embarrassed Fu Hongxue, tears streaming down her eyes, and then she took the initiative to move closer.

In the dark night, the bonfire kept burning, and the smell of blood here was strong enough. There were four or five corpses lying here and there, but Fu Hongxue didn't care, and Qiu Xing didn't care either. On the grass in summer, The green grass is not tender grass, on the contrary, it is a little old, and even the edges of the grass can even cut people's skin.

Fu Hongxue was lying on the grass in summer, his eyes were looking at the lone star in the high and far night sky, his pale chest was heaving like the waves of the sea.His back was full of cut marks from the grass, but he lay motionless, not caring at all.

He has lived for 37 years, and he is a mature man, but even so, his dark eyes and pale skin always make him look very fragile.

This kind of fragility is not often revealed, but it seems that everyone who has seen him knows his fragility and pain.

"Pain" is the biggest theme of his life.

Qiuxing nestled in his arms.

Her big tail was still trembling a little, she was huddled in Fu Hongxue's clothes, the snow-white furry ears on her head were a little drooping, and a touching blush appeared on her milky white face, she stretched out her hand to hold Fu Hongxue's hand, Fu Hongxue He grabbed her little hand with his backhand, turned sideways, and took her into his arms.

Qiuxing's other hand also climbed onto his back, touching a butterfly-like bone.

They were silent for a long time before Fu Hongxue suddenly spoke.

"The demon said that for the first 19 years of my life and the last 18 years, he was feeding my resentment."

Qiuxing didn't speak.

How long can a person's life last? Thirty-seven years is the lifetime of many people, even for long-lived humans, this is already half of the life span.

The 37 years of life are just a joke, the 37 years of life are just to cultivate the "resentment" in the mouth of the monster.

Is it a joke to spend one's life like this?

Qiu Xing's heart was suddenly pulled.

Fu Hongxue was silent for a long while before lowering his head to look at Qiuxing.

At the age of 19, Qiu Xing seemed to be more mature than him, and understood the treachery of the world better.

At the age of 37, he had become a swordsman at the end of the world, but Qiu Xing had become a beautiful little girl. She seemed to always look like a girl, and she would always look like when he fell in love with her.

Everything in the world is changing, but time has stopped for her.

His eyes suddenly softened.

Qiu Xing didn't speak, but Fu Hongxue didn't care. He just continued, "He said one thing wrong."

Qiu Xing asked, "What is it?"

Fu Hongxue said: "In my life, at least one thing is out of its control."

Qiuxing looked at him sideways.

Fu Hongxue was also looking at her.

He suddenly said word by word: "The matter of me falling in love with you is definitely not under its control."

That's true.

Thirty-seven years ago, the demon discovered that Hua Baifeng used other people's children as a tool for revenge. Its original purpose was naturally to wait for the child to suffer and lose everything, and then tell him that you are not a child of this family at all. All this suffering is meaningless.

It must have planned to reap Fu Hongxue at that time, but it must have never imagined that this young man really loved this cat demon so much.

Too pure love turned into too pure hatred, so the demon continued to support him.

But it was Fu Hongxue who personally held this pure love and handed it to Qiu Xing. To this day, he has never regretted falling in love with her.

Qiu Xing looked at Fu Hongxue with wide eyes. Fu Hongxue suddenly lowered his head and kissed her again. After the kiss was over, he said in a hoarse voice: "During these 37 years, only the matter of falling in love with you belongs to you completely. mine."

Qiuxing smiled.

She already understood what Fu Hongxue meant.

She said: "No, and the future, the days to come, all belong to you completely."

Pain cannot be completely erased from a person. Fu Hongxue has experienced so much pain since he was born, and it is shaping him into such a person.

But since then, for tens of thousands of years, he can breathe a sigh of relief, without the oppression of hatred, without confusion about the future, and without the extreme loneliness created by longing.

He can finally be happy.

The bright moon rose, spreading a layer of moonlight tulle on the grass, covering the two of them.

The two stared at each other for a long time, as if a thousand words had already been spoken in their eyes.

The smell of blood still lingers on the tip of their noses. There are too many dead people here, and the fierceness is too heavy.

Fu Hongxue suddenly plucked a wild flower from the grass and pinned it in Qiu Xing's hair. It was a small white flower that couldn't be named, but it was also shrouded in the bright moon, exuding a peaceful and pure fragrance.

Qiu Xing suddenly said: "We should leave."

Fu Hongxue said, "Where are you going?"

Qiu Xing said, "What do you think?"

Fu Hongxue smiled.

He said: "Listen to you, listen to you."