Song of Adolescence

Late at night, heavy rain.

The rain hit the roof of the car, and a carriage moved lonely in the dark.

The coachman wielding a horsewhip wiped the rain from his face. Even with his cloak, on such a heavy rainy night, he still couldn’t stop the downpour. He cursed, “It’s such a heavy rain. It's a ghost." Then he strangled the horse rope suddenly, because in front of him, there really seemed to be a ghost standing.

A long black cloak, with a huge hat, an unusually burly figure, he held a huge sword in his hand, and the rain hit the sword with a dangerous light.

"Who?" The coachman roared.

The person holding the sword did not speak, but just walked forward step by step.

The driver frowned, put his hand to his lips and blew the whistle, but no one responded to him. He was taken aback, and the hand holding the whip trembled slightly. He looked down and found that the rain on the ground was actually red. He suddenly raised his head, only to find that some people were lying faintly in the distance.

Although in the dark night, he couldn't see the other party's face, but the driver could obviously feel that the other party seemed to sneer at this moment.

The coachman was shocked. He could kill so many **** masters alone. Is this person really a ghost? Before he could think about it, he flicked his whip and waved it at the sword-bearer. The man suddenly jumped up at this moment, and the next one was already standing beside the coachman.

The rain fell from the blade, mixed with a hint of red.

The coachman's head slipped to the ground, mixed with a look of horror at the last moment.

The sword-bearer stuck the sword on the wooden carriage of the carriage, and the carriage without anyone to control was rushing forward like crazy.

"Who are you?" The person in the carriage finally spoke, a very young voice.

"The one who took your life." The sword-holder's voice was low, with a certain majesty.

The people in the carriage were silent. Suddenly, a wooden stick penetrated the curtain and attacked the sword-bearer. The wind screamed on the stick with supreme power. The sword-bearer lifted the giant sword and swung it violently on the stick. The momentum of the sword smashed the entire roof of the car.

The man in the carriage retreated suddenly and fell into the rain. The rain quickly wetted his entire clothes. He raised his head with a stick, revealing a young face, white and handsome, with the appearance of heaven and man.

"It is said that you have almost stepped into the Happy Heaven Realm at a young age. It seems to be true. It is a pity to die like this." The sword bearer put the giant sword on his shoulders, and the rain poured down and beat. His cloak.

The young man in a blue shirt had no words, but he squeezed the stick in his hand, rolled up the shower of rain, leaped suddenly, and knocked a stick on the sword holder's hat.

The hat was instantly shattered, revealing a face full of sword marks. The man smiled, treacherously like a ghost, he blocked the young man’s long stick with a knife with his right hand, and strangled the young man’s throat with his left hand. The zhenqi was injected into the boy's body in an instant.

A purple qi flashed across the boy's face, and the blue veins on his forehead violently, his expression painful, and the hand holding the long stick in his hand finally dropped. The sword bearer raised his great sword, and he was about to cut off his head.

At this moment, another long stick penetrated the rain curtain and struck the sword bearer. It's just this root that reveals an extremely dangerous aura.

The sword bearer had to put down the young man in his hand, turned around abruptly, and swung his great sword to meet the long stick.

One stick, one sword, fight in the rainy night.

But the boy was lying on the ground, cold rain hitting him, he kept twitching, his expression became more and more painful, as if he was about to die.

"Xiaosi, Xiaosi. Until a familiar voice called him."

The young man lying in the rain gradually losing his mind opened his eyes slightly. He opened his mouth and tried to make a sound: "Beep, call me, and ring again."

"Xiao Se, Xiao Se!" The voice really shouted loudly.

"Is my name Xiaose?" The pain on the boy who was lying in the rain suddenly disappeared, and he murmured, "Is my name Xiaose?"

In an instant, his consciousness finally recovered.

Xiao Se lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, wake up!" Lei Wujie, who was standing by the bed, shouted loudly.

Sikong Qianluo beside him finally showed a relieved expression, and whispered in a low voice: "What kind of broken body will faint after lying on the ground for a while."

Xiao Se felt a tingling pain in his chest, and looked down, only to find that his clothes had been taken off, with countless silver needles pierced densely.

"Don't move, don't move." A clear voice shouted, and Hua Jin was sitting there, with a sudden wave of his hand, three silver needles were firmly inserted into Xiao Se's body.

Lei Wujie exclaimed, "Hua Jin, your technique is truly amazing. It's a shame not to learn a hidden weapon. Would you like me to introduce you to Brother Tang Lian? He..."

"Shut up!" Hua Jin waved his hand and a silver needle burst out of the air and flew towards Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie smiled and said, "Don't underestimate me." He opened his mouth and bit the silver needle in one bite. I was proud, but I suddenly felt a tingling in my mouth. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say a word.

Sitting at the door, Li Su Wang Chang smiled and said: "In addition to superb medical skills, Hua Jin is also the world's best in using poison, otherwise you think she is a little girl who can't martial arts, how did she break through the world?"

Lei Wujie looked distressed and asked Hua Jin to ask for an antidote, but Hua Jin ignored him, just continuing to insert silver needles into Xiao Se one by one.

"What did you dream of just now?" Sikong Qian came forward and sat on Xiao Se's bed, and asked in a low voice.

"Some things from the past." Xiao Se lowered his head and said.

"You used to... were a master? That day, I felt that your internal strength was stronger than the big brother." Sikong Qianluo said.

"I'm still a master now." Xiao Se smiled lazily, "How can I beat that thousand-faced ghost without me."

"Next time, I will definitely not be poisoned again." Sikong Qianluo suddenly said with a serious face.

"Huh?" Xiao Se was taken aback.

"I will protect you, trust me." Sikong Qianluo looked at Xiao Se seriously.

Lei Wujie suddenly waved his right hand at this time, and a long and narrow sword fell on his hand.

"Heart Sword!" Xiao Se was surprised.

Lei Wujie nodded, his mouth was open, trying to say something, but only made some unpleasant sounds.

Hua Jin sighed and threw another silver needle, which was firmly inserted into Lei Wujie's chest.

Lei Wujie was finally able to speak: "Desperate, I will protect you too!"

Xiao Se felt angry and shook his head: "I think if you are protected by the two of you, I guess I will not be far from death."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo glanced at each other and were about to scold, but they heard Xiao Se continue to say in a low voice: "No one can protect anyone. Everyone can protect only oneself."