A bony hand emerged from the deep pit.
Then, that hand pushed away the boulder weighing over a thousand pounds, revealing a pale and handsome face.
The boy's facial features were as cold as smoke, his lips were bloodless, and blood was clotted on his black clothes, looking very miserable.
The sky is high and the sunlight is dim.
Shiqi frowned, and many images flashed through his mind.
His hands couldn't help but tremble, and even his thin body trembled slightly.
Extreme fear gripped his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. His throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.
Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell forward like a piece of shredded paper.
The young man knelt on his knees, supporting himself with his thin wrists, his head lowered deeply, his long hair spread out, covering his pale face, and his thin lips trembling in pain.
He, he killed Gu Wei.
Killed Xie Ling's husband, Xie Ling's lover.
Xie Ling must hate him to death.
They can't even have a normal relationship, let alone be friends.
They are enemies.
He was the executioner who killed the one she loved.
This thought lingered in his mind for a long time, like a sharp blade, repeatedly stabbing his head and heart.
After a long time, Shiqi stood up in a daze.
He circled in the canyon for seven days. His hands were bloody, wounds all over his body became inflamed and infected, and his eyes went dark due to the pain.
Finally found the long sword that once stabbed Gu Wei's heart.
Then, the young man, feeling lonely and cold, and holding a long sword, went to Zhou Wei.
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Xie Ling used some technological means and quickly arrived at Zhouwei Kyoto.
The once bustling streets were now empty and desolate. The setting sun cast a cold shadow on the pavilions and towers. Occasionally, a few cats and dogs ran by, stepping on the falling leaves, making a rustling sound.
Throughout the city, those who could run did so, and those who could not were captured and taken to the barracks as soldiers.
From the emperor and officials to the common people and soldiers, everyone was in panic.
Because the Beijiang army may attack at any time.
Xie Ling held her spear behind her back, the cold wind lifted her snow-white clothes, and her eyebrows and eyes were vague.
After taking a look at the imperial palace from a distance, she turned and headed for Guangyao Palace.
She likes to kill people one by one.
Koyoden is located on a green hill outside Kyoto.
The green sea and forest waves leave traces when the wind blows, revealing a corner of the elegant eaves.
Xie Ling climbed up the mountain steps, the dew wet her skirt, leaving traces of varying depths.
Arriving in front of the majestic hall, Xie Ling frowned.
The vast Jade Square was filled with corpses, all wearing the same black killer uniforms, lying in all directions.
In the center of the hall, a man was hanging.
The man died with his eyes open, his body covered in blood, his hands tied with a silk thread in a strange posture, hanging under a plaque with three large characters "Guangyao Hall".
After a while, a corpse was thrown out from the hall and fell heavily on the jade-white stone square, right at Xie Ling's feet, making a dull echo.
The next moment, a thin figure walked out of the hall.
Her hair is jet black like a waterfall, and her skin is whiter than snow. The extreme collision of white and black is shocking to the soul.
The moment the boy's figure was fully revealed, the sunlight rushed down, outlining his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
He was alone in his black clothes, and his whole body was quiet, as if he had isolated himself from the warmth of the entire world and was as cold as frost and snow.
The pine forest not far away made a rustling sound, and a bird flew by, leaving a trace of loneliness.
Shiqi's face was cold and he was surprised.
Then, blood gushed out of his eyes, ears, nose and ears in an instant.
The sound of the golden bell, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly came like a wave, drowning him.
Shi Qi walked up to Xie Ling step by step, stretched out the hand without the sword, and handed over a string of golden bells.
He was cautious, his eyes full of hope.
The voice still has the tone of a teenager, clear and soft, like the gurgling stream in the mountain stream in early spring.
"Xie Ling, shake it."
Xie Ling frowned and didn't reply.
Shi Qi used up all his courage, turned his wrist, pointed the hilt of the sword at Xie Ling, and the tip of the sword at his own heart.
His face was covered in blood, like a Shura.
There was only a pair of eyes, clear and bright, reflecting Xie Ling's cold face.
"Xie Ling, use this sword that killed Gu Wei to kill me."
Xie Ling still didn't say anything, but quietly stepped back, increasing the distance between them.
Shiqi looked dazed, like a child who had done something wrong. He stood there stupidly, and the hand holding the sword was covered in blood.
He looked at Xie Ling and shook the golden bell in his left hand vigorously, which made bursts of rapid sounds. More and more blood flowed from his eyes and ears.
He also fell to his knees in pain, his back bent.
But none of them could match his heartache.
Xie Ling took the spear from his back and pointed it at Shi Qi.
Shiqi stood up straight, his eyes were soft and clear under his long eyelashes, revealing relief.
Kill me.
Xie Ling.
Let me atone my sins.
The next moment, the sound of bullets being fired was so loud that all the birds in the mountains and forests flew away.
The bullet, with a critical impact, left a cold mark in the air, straight to -
Passed through the golden bell in Shiqi's hand.
With a loud bang, the golden bell that had bound him for half his life shattered into thousands of pieces, flying in the wind.
The soul roared and broke through the sky. Shi Qi opened his lips slightly and stared at Xie Ling in disbelief.
Xie Ling put the spear on his back again. His back was clear and his voice could be heard from afar:
"From now on, you are free."
Shiqi knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the mountain breeze blowing through the humming leaves, the towering pavilions, the woman's waterfall-like black hair, and the plain hem of her clothes.
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