Fairy Citrus

The piano master and his wife are arguing with their brothers and sisters.

In an instant, a group of people gathered behind them.

The group of people behind the luthier and his wife are sin lovers who have a good relationship with the two of them on the mountain.Behind the couple are other criminal lovers sheltered by their families.

When Mo Fang and He Chengqi opened the door, the quarrel between the two lovers had turned into a fight between two groups of people.The torches in the hands of these two groups lit the trees in the mountain, dyeing the sky a reddish-yellow color.

Some mountain people ran out to fight the fire.

Mo Fang and the two looked towards the top of the mountain, where Mr. Chang Ting was still standing there.

The cold man stared down the mountain with his hands behind his back.Suddenly, he seemed to sense them, so he said: "Don't... intervene... It's... a critical moment."

Mo Fang and He Chengqi could tell that it was the idea of ​​Sword Immortal Venerable.

Sword Immortal Venerable is waging a final struggle with the resentful self...

"You guys... calm down!" At this moment, the mother of the quadruplets shouted at the two groups of fighters.

"Yeah, what can't you say well?" the father of the quadruplets also persuaded.

From this point of view, this space has not been completely resentful - Sword Immortal Venerable is still in control of himself.

Therefore, He Chengqi and He Chengqi decided not to intervene for the time being.

Sword Immortal Venerable's persistence finally seemed to bear fruit.

A sense of grandeur surged into the sky.

Then, as more people came out to fight the fire, the fire gradually became smaller.

Both parties in the fight stopped their movements and stopped cursing.

"Ah, sorry, we were too impulsive." At this moment, the luthier suddenly covered his forehead and said, "Too impulsive..."

"It's not your fault alone." The luthier's lover hugged him.

"We... also have... faults..." the senior brother of the luthier squeezed out the words through his teeth.These six words sound so well-proportioned and balanced...so stiff.

"That's right... there are also..." the senior sister of the luthier said, "...fault."

Between the words "also" and "fault" that the woman said, there was a sentence: "Compared to our death, what is your death process?!"

This sentence was extremely sharp and deafening, and it was full of disharmony with the words of apology...

But except for Mo Fang and He Chengqi, the people beside him seemed to have not noticed it.Those people were all focused on apologizing to each other, all on their stiff peace.

Mo Fang and He Chengqi looked up again.

Mr. Chang Ting's complexion became paler, and he gasped weakly.The lover behind him, Ah Wu—the woman who claims to be He Chengqi's mother—is gently stroking Mr. Chang Ting's back.She was probably his only comfort.

But... Her figure is gradually blurring, gradually becoming lighter...

"The misunderstanding... has been... resolved... (Why don't you all die worse than me?!)...all go back...go..." At this time, Amu, Chang Ting Jun's right and left hand, said.

"Go back...(The sinful lover deserves death!)...Go back." The butcher siblings also said.

It was the same as before, as if no one heard what was mixed between the words of persuasion.

The two groups of brawlers each took a few steps back, as if they were about to leave.

The other hermits also acted as if they wanted to go home.

"Come, mother... come..." The mother of the quadruplets turned her head to look for her sons.

Her sons, who had just come out to watch the fun, were frightened by the fighting and ran to hide under the tree.

Now they are still behind the tree.They heard her call, but they didn't move, they just hugged the tree trunk and stared at her.

The woman steps forward and holds out her hand to them.

The scene flickers.

flicker, flicker...

Between the tree shadows, four healthy children and four young male pigs quickly switched...

"Ahhh..." The mother of the quadruplets wanted to cry out, but her eyes were already on the verge of despair.

"That's not the case!" Chang Ting Jun shouted.

"Yeah." The mother of the quadruplets nodded.

The surrounding scenes temporarily returned to normal.The children who hid behind the tree looked timid in their eyes, but their bodies were fine.

Mr. Chang Ting clenched his fists tightly and gasped for breath, but his gaze relaxed a little.

The figure of the lover behind him became real again.

He patted his lover's hand, as if looking for some comfort.

then……

then.

then.

then.

He clapped long hands.

grow to infinity--

Feminine hands.

The mother of the quadruplets screamed again as his eyes met the girl's skeletal face.

"—Ahhh!!!"

Her children have changed again.

Not only has it changed again, but it also—

It turned to ashes in an instant.

Ashes annihilated.

So, the luthier and his wife also started shouting.

So, the luthier's brother and his wife also started to drink loudly.

So, the followers of the two lovers, respectively, raised their arms again.

As a result, the fire spread in the mountains again.

Not only that, the brother and sister of the butcher's son also started to roar.Mr. Chang Ting's left and right hands, A Yan and A Mu, no longer spoke irrational words.

"It's not fair!"

"Unwilling!"

"Why!"

"Why don't you die worse than me?!"

"Sinful lovers deserve death! Die, die, die, die—"

chaos.

Everything is chaotic.

hatred.

Everything is hateful.

All of a sudden, the chaotic fight broke out again, and the bloody flames and swords were killed, dancing wildly in the sky——

All the pain and despair have returned.The slightest bit of beauty that Sword Immortal Venerable tried to create was completely devoured.

They shouted, they fought.

Between the weak and the weak, there is no understanding, and there is no compassion for each other.They are more eager to punish those who have not suffered the same misfortune than those who have committed crimes against them.

This is the darkest part of human nature.

This is also the most easily overlooked.

Time is like passing by, no one notices how these things gradually accumulate, no one notices how these things accumulate slowly.When they finally exploded, their power surpassed the creator himself——

Mr. Chang Ting lay on the ground, his fingers dug into the soil.He growled, the cold and arrogant feeling on his body had completely disappeared.He bared his teeth, his eyes showed a fierce light, and the lines on his face looked like a ferocious beast that went mad.

Mo Mian and He Chengqi naturally understood that Sword Immortal Venerable's efforts did not allow him to achieve the expected goal.So, they were also prepared.

When Mr. Chang Ting rushed towards them like a mad dog or a lone wolf, they immediately opened their screen shields to block him.

However, the brutal resentment body is far stronger than the shield formation.

All of a sudden, the shield shattered.

Mo Fang and the two jumped back and landed firmly on the ground.

Mr. Changting did not launch a second attack immediately.

He stood up straight.

He stands on high.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at Mo Mian and He Chengqi.

Under his eyelids, there is the color of his eyes.What color is that?I am afraid that very few people can call out the name of this color.Because that is—a color that does not exist in the world composed of cruelty and coldness.

Mr. Changting closed his eyes, put away his icy expression, and said in a low voice: "My group is regarded as a different kind, and is treated in a cruel and distorted way. If things go on like this, they will eventually lose their kindness. People are more vicious, more cruel than indifferent people. However, this viciousness and coldness does not refer to the perpetrator and the indifferent bystander. It only refers to the same kind—the same kind who have the same qualities and have never been victimized. And... "

……

"You are also of the same kind."

As soon as these words came out, the dark green long sword like poisonous mist struck again.

Mo Fang and He Chengqi fought three times at the same time, fighting with all their strength.

When the weapons collide, what is wiped out is no longer sparks and blades of light, but smoky black ink——

That is resentment, endless resentment.It was hate, never-ending hate.

At this time, the sound of group fighting on the mountain gradually became weaker and quieter.

The sound was getting weaker and smaller, but it didn't mean that the brawlers had stopped fighting.

In fact, they are gradually divided.

The victory and defeat are gradually divided, so...

The losers are absorbed by the victors.

As Chang Ting-jun's right-hand man, Ah Yan is the most powerful existence among the fighters.

When He Chengqi looked at him, he had absorbed most of the people.

His figure has become extremely huge and terrifying.He condenses those he absorbs, thus possessing thousands of heads, arms and legs.Those who were fused did not drop their weapons. Their faces changed back and forth between their original appearance and resentment appearance...

When Ah Yan absorbed all the grievances that should be absorbed, he walked towards Changting Jun and Mo Fang with heavy steps, bang, bang.

"I have to be more serious." He Chengqi whispered.

"Mr. Changting will leave it to me." Mo Fang said.

He Chengqi nodded, turned around and stuck to Mo Fang's back, facing the huge body of condensed resentment.

The body of resentment and Mr. Changting attacked at the same time.

Water blade black ink, miasma and hostility, resentment and two knives, fighting in one place.

chaos.

All this can be said to be extremely chaotic.

Mo Fang and He Chengqi skillfully maintained their stability amidst such chaos.

Chang Ting-jun made another move, he integrated thousands of sword moves into one, and with one move, there were thousands of sword edges, straight towards Mo Fang's face.

With a slash of Mo Fang's Dubo blade, the ice blade turns into water in an instant, and the water accommodates everything.

As a result, Wan Dao's sword force was mostly bounced back.The rest of the things are also in vain.

At the same time, He Chengqi stepped on the weapons of the condensed resentment body one by one, stepped on them, jumped straight up, and finally reached the top of the giant monster like a mountain.

The core of the troll——Ah Yan, was extremely resentful at this moment.He dissolved those useless limbs and weapons, combined the deep hatred of thousands of sinful lovers into a violent punch, and went straight to He Chengqi.

He Chengqi didn't dodge, he used his two sabers to seduce him, and then confronted him directly with the aura of his sabers.

After the punch was missed, the punch turned back against him due to the saber energy.

At the same time as Ah Yan was whining, He Chengqi took advantage of the victory and pursued, chopping up——

This is the end.

Everything went very well.

I don't know—

When bright red blood spattered out, Mo Fang froze.

He Chengqi, who was still in the upper hand just now, froze there—frozen in mid-air.

No, He Chengqi was not killed, nor was he injured.

That blood was not his blood, but the blood of the enemy.And that's the bigger problem.

His blade was stained with blood...