#1359 Reality (9)
He's not that stupid.
Don't spend your whole life struggling with an answer you never know.
He will not……
Xue Wuhen waited for a year, but the ice coffin could not keep Bai Weiwei's body intact.
He set fire to her body, and in the light of the fire, his face was extremely calm and empty.
Xue Wuhen's martial arts are getting higher and higher, and at the end, there are not many martial arts masters in the world who can go through a round under him.
In the end, he became the legend of this martial arts.
But he doesn't play games anymore.
He found that he didn't play anything, his emotions were not fluctuating, his heart was like a dry well, and nothing could cause him to waver.
He doesn't even have any desires.
Just horrible.
No, he doesn't even feel scary anymore.
Only the dead can feel his feelings.
After Xue Wuhen killed another master who came to challenge him, he stepped on the blood on the ground, stepped on the corpse, and went up the cliff.
Carrying a pot of wine, sit and watch the sunset.
When the drink passed his throat, he suddenly sneered, "Who is it, get out and die."
In fact, it doesn't matter, those who follow him are nothing more than killing him, so as to gain fame.
His status has been getting higher and higher over the years, much higher than when he was the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Everyone knows that as long as you challenge him not to die, you can gain great fame.
Don't even have to beat him.
Suddenly he heard the sound of the bell, and he was startled, his heart beating wildly.
All the numbness erupted, pulling him out of his dead state.
His lips trembled, and his mind was even a little awake.
She has come back……
The tears in Xue Wuhen's eyes rolled out almost at once.
It's good to come back, it's good.
He didn't even dare to look back, for fear that she would hate him, he killed her.
She was so arrogant and vengeful, and she must have resented him when she came back to life.
He could even prepare the washboard, and she would kneel when she asked her.
After her death, the room full of books, the ancient books that could have saved him, were also placed on the table at will, without any markings on them, not even any important places to draw lines.
But he knew that she must have read it many times, and even the corner of the page was badly worn.
He couldn't imagine how she would read the book so many times if she didn't love him.
The sound of the bell was approaching, walking towards him step by step.
Xue Wuhen heard the sound of the sharp blade piercing the air.
If she came back, he would rather sit and let her kill.
Too bad...it wasn't her.
He drew his sword, the blade was sharp, and the light flashed.
He didn't turn his head, his body didn't move, he turned his back to the person who came, and the person who attacked with a sword shot was already dead.
Xue Wuhen's expression was indifferent, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and took a sip of wine. The spirits were burning through his throat.
Behind him, a woman with a bell tied around her waist and a blade in her hand lay on the ground with a sword cut in her throat, bleeding all over the floor.
Xue Wuhen felt a dull pain in his wrist, and he looked down to see the scar on his wrist.
Pain on rainy days.
There should be a heavy rainstorm tomorrow, so the air is moist and the pain of his wound has started.
Just like her, from time to time, he would make him hurt a little bit, but he didn't feel much pain.
Because of habit.
His eyes after crying were terrifyingly cold.
I lied to myself many times, even the body was burnt, and I still desperately expected her to appear suddenly, just like before.
This stupid hope was so bitter that I couldn't swallow it.