Chapter 28 Compassion and Bitterness
Gently waved the golden sword back, and Lin Feng walked forward without looking back.
"Sadness and pity." Lin Feng muttered to himself, "There are no well-doers on the way to practice, and there are wolves on the way to practice!"
When the heart was made up, there was no sword light coming, and the path continued to stretch.
Lin Feng walked quietly on this endless path and felt unprecedented physical and mental fatigue. Such a bloody and cruel fact is too cold and inhumane for a teenager at this age. However, the earlier you know this truth, the less you will pay for bleeding in the future. This is a matter that no one can do.
Lin Feng's hands were tightly clenched together, and several longer nails cut through the skin and entered the flesh and blood. Lin Feng was in a trance as if he didn't realize it. A drop of delicate blood fell quietly on the quiet yellow path along the white skin.
"Ah...what's wrong with you?" A familiar exclamation, followed by a familiar fragrance.
"Meng'er?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Menger who suddenly appeared in surprise and suddenly stepped back a few steps with vigilance.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Menger pulled her hand empty and looked at Lin Feng with some grievance. Her delicate little mouth pouted a lovely shape, which was very pleasing to the eyes and attractive.
Lin Fengzi looked at Lin Menger carefully and saw that her eyes were full of care, and she relaxed without any murderous intention.
The previous sudden appearance of Lin Jian really made him so tired that he had some bows and snake shadows.
Lin Menger's slender fingers stroked his tight eyebrows with pity. He gently rubbed his temples, and then gently took his hand and slowly walked away.
A small house gradually appeared in front of us. Lin Menger pulled Lin Feng and ran over with cheer and said happily, "Stupid father-in-law, I'm home."
Then he left Lin Feng and quickly walked into the home and took out gold sore gauze and other items to carefully wrap the wound on his hand. He couldn't help complaining, "Stupid father-in-law, how can you get so many wounds on your hand so carelessly? Does it hurt?"
Looking at Lin Menger, who gently and carefully bandaged her wounds, smelled the long-awaited fragrance on her body, felt her meticulous tenderness, and suddenly relaxed. He gently closed his eyes, and there was no trace of coldness and blood in his heart. In this way, he slowly fell asleep.
"What a stupid man!" Lin Menger muttered and took out a set of quilts from the room and gently covered Lin Feng.
When she woke up, Yueer had already revealed her little head. Lin Feng moved slightly and felt that there seemed to be something on his arm. I fixed my eyes and looked at Lin Menger, who didn't know when she was lying on herself and had fallen asleep at this moment.
Her eyes are tightly closed at this moment, her long eyelashes gently covering her eyes, and her small red lips exude a charming atmosphere in the moonlight. He couldn't help leaning over and kissing gently in the tenderness.
Cool and soft, like heaven.
Lin Feng smiled contentedly.
But she saw Lin Menger gently move her lips and didn't know what to say, and then fell asleep again.
"Ha ha." Lin Feng smiled, got up carefully, gently picked up Lin Menger and put her in the sleeping chair she had laid before. The more she looked at her, the more she loved her. She couldn't help kissing her eyes and nose again, covered her with a quilt and got up and left.
As soon as she stood up, she heard some slight noise behind her, and Lin Menger had already woken up.
"Ha ha, why don't you sleep for a while?" Lin Feng looked at her with pity and asked.
"I want to sleep too!" Lin Menger gently wrinkled her cute little nose, "It's just that there is a little mouse jumping around mischievly on my face. How can I sleep?"
"Well..." Lin Feng touched his nose helplessly. Is this a catch?
"Let's go to dinner." Lin Menger jumped up and hugged Lin Feng's arm and walked towards the stone table in the courtyard.
Pressing Lin Feng on one of the stools, Lin Menger went into the kitchen to bring out three or four dishes, and then went into the wine cellar to move out an altar of 18-year-old daughter Hong.
"Nah, this is the daughter Hong, who has been buried under the peach blossoms for 18 years. There are only three altars, which is cheaper for you."
"Is your daughter red?" Lin Feng smiled slightly and looked at Lin Menger gently.
"Damn!" Naturally, he understood the meaning of Lin Feng's eyes, and Lin Menger's face turned red, as bright as peach petals. This intoxicating and charming red slowly extended, and gradually, Lin Menger's neck was also full of red.
"Meng'er, you are so beautiful!" Lin Feng gently took a sip of his intoxicating daughter Hong, looked at the charming Lin Menger with blurred eyes, and muttered to himself, "The peach blossoms are red, and the drunken look is in the dream."
The moon slowly reaches the middle of the sky, and the people under the moon are becoming more and more blurred.
I don't know when there was no one under the moon, only an empty jar of wine, only a messy table, and only two empty wine glasses with relatively speechless.
The night was hazy and gradually stained with a kind of peach-like red. The whole night was immersed in ambiguity.
In the next few days, the beauty's hand-made soup, the beauty's red candle added fragrance, and the beauty's flowers were before and under the moon.
Lin Feng completely forgot where the road was, and no longer remembered the bloody road.
Lying drunk on the knees of the beauty, wake up and accompany the beauty to travel.
The best life that Lin Feng yearns for is finally perfectly realized here at this moment.
One day, there was a faint intention of killing in the air, and even a faint smell of blood came from the wind.
Several people broke into this quiet land and looked at Lin Fenglin Menger with a smile.
They are rude.
Lin Feng was so angry that he remembered that he had a sword in his hand. Then he stabbed his sword without hesitation.
But the sword stabbed once, but failed to stab out again. The golden sword that once connected with his heart fell powerlessly to the ground at this moment, quietly falling into the dust like garbage.
A cold sword was quietly placed between Lin Feng's neck, and the sharp blade was cold and bloody.
Lin Feng widened his eyes and looked angrily at the person holding the sword, but did not dare to move at all.
There was a fierce fight behind. Lin Feng turned his head and saw several people surrounding Lin Menger.
Her original white and flawless clothes are a little more mottled and gorgeous blood flowers at this moment. She danced her sword and attacked the enemy desperately, but did not cause any harm to those people. The wounds on her body became more and more, and her clothes have gradually been stained with bright blood. Flowers. The original elegant long skirt is like a blooming rose at this moment.
A man suddenly came out of a sword and hit Lin Menger's wrist heavily. Lin Menger couldn't hold the sword, and the long sword fell on the land full of dust.
Those people stopped their swords and then surrounded Lin Menger with a ferocious smile.
Lin Menger took a sad look at Lin Feng, and then showed a beautiful smile.
"No!!!" Lin Feng shouted desolately and ran towards Lin Menger regardless of his body, but it was still late.
Lin Menger flew like a butterfly with folded wings and fell to the ground feebly. A shocking blood slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth.
Her eyes stared at Lin Feng tightly, but there was no pain in it, but happiness and deep attachment.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!!"
Lin Feng knelt down in pain and roared to the sky, like a lonely injured beast.
His eyes suddenly turned red, his fists were clenched tightly, and dripping blood gushed out of his clenched fingers.
"You!" He looked at the people around him with red eyes and roared angrily in a low voice, "I'm going to die!"
Those people laughed arrogantly, pointed at him contemptuously, and then spit on him fiercely.
Lin Feng didn't say a word, clenched his fist and slowly stood up.
He waved gently, and a golden sword slowly formed in his hand.
The golden sword began to be extremely small, and with the moisture of the blood in his hand and the instructions of his thoughts in his heart, it became a praiose. Like the bitter cold wind in winter, it cut at several people fiercely.
The smile on those people's faces was still blooming, but they gradually lost their torso. The ploping sound was continuous, and the headless bodies hit the ground fiercely, and blood spewed far away, pouring each other's torso red and red.
Their heads stagnated in the air for a long time before falling dust one after another.
Lin Feng didn't even look at them. He ran towards Lin Menger in confusion.
Holly holding Lin Menger's body tightly in his arms, Lin Feng roared silently in pain.
A little blood penetrated from his eyes, and then quickly fell on Lin Menger's body.
"Why, why!" Lin Feng lay on the ground with Lin Menger in his weak arms and stared at the sky fixedly.
The sky is empty without a trace of clouds, and it is unprecedentedly blue and clear.
However, Lin Feng only saw a large amount of blood, which was stained with blood.
Gradually, the headless corpses around disappeared, and the body of Lin Menger in Lin Feng's arms slowly disappeared.
There is only a lonely body left between the whole world, lying weakly on the ground and looking at the sky in a daze.
There are still large areas of blood around. Thick blood and blood quietly surrounded the lonely man lying on the ground, making him nowhere to escape.
The lonely and lost man finally stood up. He quietly looked at the dripping blood around him, picked up the broken sword that fell to the ground, and then returned to the place where he had fallen and squatted down.
Reaching out her hand and gently touching every land where Lin Menger slept. His eyes were focused and delicate, and there was even a smile at the corners of his mouth. Then he slowly knelt down and gently hugged the land. He stood up and turned around and left.
The path is still extending, and the blood-stained swordsman is walking sadly.
"Oh, why are you full of blood?" Less than a hundred steps, he heard this familiar voice again.
Looking affectionately at this lovely girl who was unforgettable in his heart, he let Lin Menger gently and meticulously wipe every dirty blood on his body.
Watching the girl wipe every trace of blood on his body without hesitation. Lin Feng suddenly stretched out his hands and held her tightly in his arms.
The girl stiffened her body at a loss and smelled the strong blood, but unexpectedly without any disgust. A trace of blush appeared on the girl's face. The girl bit the white teeth and then quietly hugged the warm body.
"Meng'er, I love you so much!" Lin Feng muttered softly and gently closed his eyes and hugged the girl tightly.
"Me too." The girl blurted out. As soon as the words came out, the blush spread quickly and instantly covered the girl's ears and neck, just like the peach petals that bloomed in March.
"We will never be separated!" Lin Feng said firmly, and then gently pushed Lin Menger away.
"Hmm." Lin Menger's face was full of peach petals, but she looked at Lin Feng bravely.
Lin Feng gently raised his hand, and the golden sword instantly passed through Lin Menger's heart.
"So, we will see you for the time being." Lin Feng stretched out his hand, stroked Lin Menger's still red face, and said quietly but firmly.
But he touched an empty hand and passed through the air.
Lin Feng's hand stopped quietly in the air, looking at the nothingness in a daze.
Then he withdrew his palm, gently touched his chest, and held his heart.
"Here it is." Lin Feng said with a smile.
Then he went on the road again with a smile.
"Is there any pity and bitterness?" Lin Feng sighed and said, "It's all in my heart."
The long path is endless, but Lin Feng feels unprecedented fatigue.
The scenery is no longer beautiful, surrounded by dead wood and branches, and white flowers lie weakly in the dark mud.
I faintly heard the tragic killing sound, and an unprecedented bloody smell came to my face.
Lin Feng walked blankly and even sang the ballad in a low voice.
It's close, but a team of armored swordsmen are fighting fiercely with several demons with red eyes and sharp ears.
Next to it lay several shabby human swordsmen and a demon who broke into two.
Lin Feng raised his hand, held the sword, and then stabbed fiercely towards the demon clan.
The demon clan, which had been exhausted, was soon killed by Lin Feng. Tired and sincere thanks from human swordsmen came one after another.
Lin Feng shook his head and continued to walk forward.
Suddenly, there was a sound of wind behind him. On one side of Lin Feng's body, he stabbed the sword without hesitation after dodging the sword, penetrating the throat of the human swordsman's sneaker.
"Why?" Lin Feng looked at these human swordsmen in a calm and cold tone.
"Because of these things?" Lin Feng pointed to the body of the demon on the ground and couldn't help laughing.
"Kill!" The human swordsman, who seemed to be a little dodgy when he saw Lin Feng stabbing a companion to death, rushed up regardless of the bodies of the demon clan.