Chapter 125

...Kill him?

Fu Tong turned his eyes stiffly, looked up at the front, and saw a ghost in front of him, and the sight was scarlet red. The dirty and smelly monster spread to both sides, clearly reflecting the people in the middle.

come out.

Fu Qianyuan.

Or, it's not Fu Qianyuan.

Moreover, a monster with cold eyes, dark blood flowing from his body, and a strange and ferocious face.

Fu Tong looked at him, his pupils gradually faded away, as heavy as stagnant water, and his body was quickly covered with a blue and black color, unlike a living person.

But he was still laughing.

The stiff smile that looked like a puppet, coupled with the unsightly eyes and a blue and black face, looked as terrifying as it would be.

Fu Qianyuan was shocked: "Baby?"

When it fell into Fu Tong's eyes, the bloody and ferocious monster was surrounded by countless monsters, and she laughed sharply and maliciously at him: "Little monster?"

Don't call me that.

Don't call me that!

Don't call me that!!!

Fu Tong's breathing was rapid, and his anger and hatred seemed to be engraved into his soul. This feeling surged into the blood and bone marrow, penetrated into the internal organs, and his heart was stimulated to explode in his chest, and he seemed to be buried deep in his abyss.

At the same time, the coldness and biting pain covered the whole body, making Fu Tong feel that all the temperature in his life was about to be exhausted.

Too cold, too painful, and too hate.

But the people around him didn't let him go, and surrounded him like a siege of siege, saying those unbearable words maliciously.

Not worthy.

Deserve it.

It is your own fault.

These words crushed his heart like a sharp knife, and his flesh and blood formed a broken mirror in the dust, allowing Fu Tong to see a fragile and unbearable self from it.

Redemption?

joy?

It's out of reach.

So... forget it.

Since no one loves me, let’s accompany me to sink into hell.

Fu Tong smiled strangely, his voice as if he was rolling over the gravel, hoarse and cunning.

At this moment, everything he saw in front of him was finally completely covered with blood. The strange monsters and ferocious monsters disappeared, leaving only the vast blood color and the figure that became clearer and clearer in the endless view.

What Fu Tong saw this time was really Fu Qianyuan.

He likes this person so much that he will be moved by the way he just looked at him inadvertently.

Until now, Fu Tong felt that he still loved him, but for some reason, the warm and soft feeling disappeared and was replaced by endless hatred.

--"kill."

The voice sounded again, and Fu Tong kept repeating this word. At first, the voice was slow and steady, as if he was just talking in his mind, not caring much at all, but later it became more and more rapid and intense

, gradually became a continuous roar.

Kill, kill, kill!

Fu Tong's eyes were scarlet, and he was so excited by the sound that he was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he had already pressed Fu Qianyuan on the carpet, shaking the throat of the person in front of him with one hand and holding the other hand with the other.

Qianyuan's sword, the tip of the knife went downward, and stabbed directly into Fu Qianyuan's heart.

All this came suddenly, but Fu Qianyuan's cultivation was there, and if he wanted to hide, he would definitely be able to escape.

But he didn't hide, just looked at Fu Tong quietly, with gentle and indulgent eyes, without adding gloom, just like when he looked at Meng Qi on Longxun Mountain many years ago.

Meng Qi wanted to see the sunrise on the top of the mountain, so he took him to see it.

Meng Qi wanted the little flowers next to Longmianjian, so he took him to pick them.

Meng Qi wanted to see the lights and fireworks of thousands of houses, and he offered them all.

Now, Meng Qi wants his life, and he gives it to him too.

Fu Qianyuan was born in the Hanshan River. He had never loved anyone before meeting Meng Qi, and he didn't know how to love someone.

What he asks is the most passionate tenderness he can give to his loved ones.

No matter whether it is right or wrong behind all this.

"Zheng——"

The buzzing sound of the sharp blade was extremely silenced. The blade approached Fu Qianyuan's heart with coldness, but suddenly stopped at the moment when he was about to stab in.

It stopped very close, and the blade was less than one centimeter away from the skin. With a little force, it would pierce the barrier and penetrate deep into the heart, causing the person in front of him to lose all the temperature and silently sink into hell.

.

Fu Tong held the knife, his hands trembled violently, and the words of killing in his heart were not stopped, and the bone-bone hatred still did not dissipate. All the voices in his soul told him to kill this person, but he did

Not.

Because it hurts too much.

The knife pressed on Fu Qianyuan's heart, but it seemed to have pierced into his heart. The pain that used to be was bleeding, but the pain that now teared up the soul. The knife in his hand moved forward a little further, and what was waiting for him would be doomed.

Fu Tong's face was pale and his hands were trembling, and his heart was also in pain.

He looked at Fu Qianyuan and didn't say anything for a long time. He was silent for a while. Fu Qianyuan raised his eyes and suddenly felt a cold drop of water falling from above to his face.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

...

Until I can't count it again.

It was Fu Tong who cried.

That kind of silent, tear-like cry.

When Fu Tong suddenly strangled his throat, Fu Qianyuan was not panicked. When Fu Tong used a knife to press his heart, Fu Qianyuan was not panicked either. Now seeing Fu Tong's tears, he was really panicked, and he didn't care about his heart.

He pressed a knife and sat up and wiped Fu Tong's tears little by little with his sleeve. His voice was gentle: "Baby, don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Tong's hand unconsciously retreated as he stood up, barely avoiding Fu Qianyuan, but the knife did not move it away, but still pressed against his heart.

When Fu Qianyuan's voice was heard, Fu Tong was stunned.

What's wrong with me?

Fu Tong didn't know that he didn't even feel that he was crying, but felt a dense pain in his heart, covering all other emotions.

This feeling seems familiar, and everything you see in front of you is not unfamiliar with it. It seems that it has happened before-

He had once been so careful to give Fu Qianyuan a knife like he is now, and Fu Qianyuan could also dodge, but he didn't.

The same people, the same behavior, the same feelings.

The difference is that the time and location are different. That time his knife stabbed, but this time it didn't.

Perhaps there is one more thing-

Only Fu Tong knew the knife in the past, but Meng Qi never had that scene in his memory.

Fu Tong couldn't tell the difference between true and false, the soft illusion and the biting reality. He didn't want to see it, but he couldn't escape it.

They blended together and rushed into Fu Tong's heart. Fu Tong had a split headache, his heart trembled violently in his chest, the heat was burning and hot, but the blood seemed to be cold. Two extreme temperatures collided with each other in his body. Fu Tong

He bent down in pain and curled up on the carpet. The Qianyuan Knife made a dull sound as it fell beside him.

pain.

It seems that life is about to be exhausted.

Fu Tong gasped for difficulty, his eyes wide open, looking straight ahead, but he could not see anything. Even the layer of blood mist that had covered his eyes before was gone, leaving only endless

The darkness is like the extreme night in the world, everything disappears, leaving him alone, sinking into the darkness, with a sea of ​​burning fire on one side and a cold abyss on the other.

...Save me.

He raised his hand and stretched out to the void with all his might, longing for a hand to come out there and take him back to the warm world.

But no.

There was no one around, no sound, he was like he was abandoned here. No one would think of him, and no one would look at him again. He fell into ashes in the boundless darkness, which was his final outcome.

Fu Tong lowered his hand dejectedly, and the light that had already reached the extreme was dimming little by little, and a strong dead aura appeared on his face.

The fear in Fu Qianyuan's heart surged to the extreme at this moment. He hugged Fu Tong in his arms as soon as he fell down. Seeing Fu Tong struggling in despair, he reached out his hand in front of him, and Fu Qianyuan could feel his fear.
To be continued...