Chapter 345 Tintin's Knife

I haven't figured out where the natural habit comes from after the woman walking outside my pub walks into my pub.

I think that's an instinct.

To be honest, I prefer the green glow that appears at night. I don't like the purple glow that sits in a daze with a cold face during the day.

I don't know what she is thinking.

She doesn't care what I'm thinking. I know she will always leave, because I didn't find any reason for her to stay.

I know her name is Zixia, and I know that his sister's name is Qingxia, but I don't know anything more, and even my name is false about what she knows.

I don't think she is lonely. She doesn't seem to be lonely.

I don't think she is lonely. Although she is always in a daze, she doesn't seem to be lonely.

I don't even know what she is thinking or doing.

I don't want to figure it out, but to be honest, I don't expect her to leave. A person's life is always inexplicably lonely. It's much better to have someone with you. Maybe you don't need her to talk. As long as you know that there is someone around you, you will be in a much better mood.

I have never seen her smile or her have any special expression.

Most of the time, she sits in a daze and talks mostly at night.

She stayed in the pub for more than three months before she got up to say goodbye to me.

She said, "Thank you for helping me find my sister."

I'm silent, and I know I don't.

But in this matter, what is most needed is not the truth, but self-deception. It is enough for a person to learn to deceive himself.

She introduced herself to me seriously: "My name is Zixia. I used to think my sister was dead, but she is still alive. I'm going to find her and stay with her. Thank you."

I looked at her and didn't know what to say.

"I don't have money, I have a basket of eggs and a donkey. I know you gave me the eggs, and the donkey is my dowry. I won't give them to you. Zixia said to me seriously.

I nodded and didn't know what she wanted to express.

"I don't know how to repay you. My sister told me that you are his friend and don't need to repay, but that's between you and my sister. Zixia continued seriously, "I don't have anything to give you now. So I'll give you a promise."

I frowned at Zixia and shook my head seriously: "Your sister is my friend. Even if we are not friends, we have stayed together for so long. I should help you, just like you will help me when I need it in the future, won't you?"

"No!" Zixia told me this.

She said, "You have no friends. I won't be your friend either."

"You gave me the most important thing, but I can't repay it, so I will get three hemorrhoids on everything I have in the future. If you see a person with three hemorrhoids, you can ask him to tell me that I will help you do it whenever and whatever. Zixia said seriously.

I asked her with a smile, "So, how many pieces do you want to make?"

Zixia looked at me and answered seriously, "As long as I don't die, as many pieces are fine!"

"Then why do you still want to leave?" I looked at her and didn't quite understand.

This is a joke, but Zixia looks very serious.

"Because if I were by your side, you would never let me do something for you." Zixia looked at me seriously and said.

"Why?"

Why should she ask me, but now I ask her?

"Because you don't have friends."

This is what Zixia told me when she left.

Actually, I have friends. I just don't want to make friends.

When your friends have done a lot of things for you, but you can't do anything for your friends, you will not want to make friends.

After Zixia left, the desert seemed to become more desolate. No one comes every month, and there is silence every month.

I gradually feel that I can't speak.

I lie in the desert during the day.

Lying in the desert at night.

The world has not changed. But I began to recall. I remember someone said that even if I was locked in a fruit shell, I was still the king of the world.

But now, I seem to be the king of the world, but in fact, I only have my own king of the world.

I don't know why I started to recall these. But I'm thinking about it anyway. I can't control this idea, and I can't control the things that come to my mind. I don't know why it's like this.

Because I'm too idle? Maybe.

I don't like this feeling. But I know I can only stand it. I can't do anything for my friend, so I have to do something for my friend.

When martial arts were there, I always thought that martial arts could solve most things, but in fact, martial arts did not solve anything, but it was a little more troublesome.

Lying in the desert, I see more things. I'm not a sentimental person.

So when I was lying under the desert, I just lay quietly...

Especially when there is a good play in the desert...

I never thought that I would lie under the desert and watch what happened in the desert.

Dingding is preparing to cross the lonely desert and enter death.

Under a weathered rock like an eagle wing on the edge of the desert, there is a new grave. There is not even a stone tablet in front of the grave, only a cactus is planted.

Ding Ding silently walked past the grave and wondered if he died tonight, would anyone bury him?

He immediately remembered the pale woman, her tenderness and indifference, and the string of wind bells under the eaves of the hut that always lifted his infinite homesickness.

But when he walked through the loess, he completely put aside this wisp of affection and homesickness.

These things should not be remembered before the battle of life and death. Sadness always makes people weak.

Weakness is death.

When walking into the desert, Dingding's footsteps have come out of a strange law, like cooperating with a mysterious rhythm in life, and each rhythm is stepped on the gap as thin as the edge of a razor between life and death.

Then he saw the pile of flames burning in front of the tent and the woman in a tulle.

She stood there infatuatedly, with no expression on her beautiful face, but under the flashing firelight, her petite and mature body seemed to be constantly twisting, almost twisting out all human desires.

In the range that the firelight and moonlight can illuminate, Dingding only saw her alone.

- What about Xuanyuan Kaishan and Shepherd?

Dingding can also think about it with his nose. Of course, the other two must be hiding in one of the most sinister shadows in the dark, waiting to give him a fatal blow.

But his footsteps did not stop.

He still walked over with the same posture and pace, and went straight to the flames that also shone on his face before saying:

"I'm the person you're waiting for, the person you want to kill, and now I'm here." Ding Ding's tone was very calm: "So now you can take action at any time, any way you can take action."

Dingding is telling the truth.

As long as they can kill him, he will not blame them for what a dirty, despicable and vicious method they use.

Strangely, no one did it, the enemy hidden in the dark did not take action, and the woman in the tulle in front of the flame did not take action.

Her face is still expressionless, but she looks so sad and mysterious, like a fairy who came down from the nine heavens and lost in a wild swamp somewhere.

Dingding also seems to be a little lost.

The wilderness is silent, the heaven and the earth are silent, there is no sadness and joy, no gain or loss, no movement. But Dingding knew that there could be life and death during this period.

Because he has heard a voice that cannot be explained by common sense in this silence that cannot be explained by common sense.

He actually seemed to hear a gust of wind bell, a wind bell from a very far away place.

The white hut, the wind chime under the eaves, and the knife has not yet come out of its sheath. What is the sound of the bell?

Ding Ding immediately heard a strange sound of wind. At first, it was like the sound of mosquitoes in the distance. Suddenly, it turned into a wind roar nearby, and suddenly it became a tsunami under the rage of Tianwei.

The ghost cries, the sky and the earth change color, and all the people and gods are shocked. In this whistling sound that made people feel like a tsunami, a dark shadow suddenly appeared, like a spiritual snake hidden in the rolling dark clouds, and suddenly appeared in the thousands of lights of dawn and sunrise.

These ten thousand fine lights are the pile of flashing flames.

The ever-changing snake shadow, with the sad wind, suddenly entangled the mysterious and beautiful woman in front of the fire.

The tulle immediately turned into ten thousand remnants of flowers, and the remnants flew like butterflies, and the woman has**.

On her exquisite and crystal body, a blood-red whip mark immediately appeared, and the blood immediately began to flow down her snow-white and flat lower abdomen.

The spirit and power of this whip are unimaginable, and what's more unimaginable is that the person who received this whip is still tamed like a sheep.

At this time, the flames dim down again, and there was a roar in the distance.

Tintin's pupil shrinks.

Because he saw a snake-like whip coming again.

He knew that the woman standing in front of the flame was Tian Lingzi who wanted his life, but he couldn't bear to watch her get another whip.

He held the scabbard with his left hand and the ring on the handle of the knife, and buckled the whip shadow.

The whip was originally pulled over the woman, and the thorn on the whip was originally pulled to some of the most important places on the woman's body, but when Dingding's knife ring was buckled, the whip suddenly rolled back and rolled back to Dingding's throat knot.

In the same moment, the woman who was going to be whipped also rushed to Dingding.

After her arms had been hanging next to her waist, two flashing daggers appeared at this moment, piercing Dingding's heart and waist and eyes.

At this time, Dingding's right hand had grasped the handle of the knife, and no one could tell when he was holding the handle.

When his palm held the handle of the knife, it was like an affectionate teenager holding the body of his first lover. His heart immediately became full and warm, and full of self-confidence.

At this time, the whip and sword light had hit him, and it was about to kill him in front of the flames.

It's a pity that his knife has also come out of its sheath.

The knife flashes and the flame moves! The spirit retreats, and the sword shines.

Suddenly, the snowy blade had reached Tian Lingzi's snow-white neck.

The blade scratched gently, leaving a red blood stain on her satin-smooth skin.

The speed and change of this knife are absolutely first-class, but this knife is not fatal.

The blade scratched the key point of the opponent's throat. The opponent was still alive, and there were already people laughing in the dark.

A big man almost eight feet tall flashed out of the laughter, holding a super axe in his hand, laughing wildly.

"Someone told me that tonight I'm going to fight with the number one swordsman in the world. I didn't expect you to disappoint me so much."

"Oh?"

"What kind of knife method can't kill people?" Xuanyuan Kaishan said, "A knife like this is not only a flower fist and embroidered legs, but also a bullshit."

Ting Ding smiled.

"Can your axe kill people?" He asked Xuanyuan to open the mountain.

Xuanyuan laughed wildly. Waving the axe, the giant axe opened the mountain, like thunder, Dingding's blade turned gently and slid out of his elbow.

At this moment, a strange thing suddenly happened.