Song of Adolescence

Lei Wujie rode his horse forward and galloped forward, expressionless, his mind was blank, just slapped the horse vigorously again and again.

"Hey, have you ever considered the feelings of my master when you beat my horse like this?" A lazy voice sounded, and Xiao Se was driving alongside Lei Wujie at an extremely fast speed.

Lei Wujie turned his head stubbornly, looking at Xiao Se, but still did not stop.

"Do you feel that your chest is stuffy, but you don't know how to vent it? Just want to shout, run wild, and use up all the strength in your body?" Xiao Se asked as he ran.

Lei Wujie finally couldn't hold it back anymore, he shouted violently, and the killing sword on his back and the heart sword on his waist suddenly unsheathed. Lei Wujie jumped up, holding the Heart Sword in his right hand and the Killing Sword in his left hand, slashing towards the front. I saw the sword energy raging, and instantly razed the ten zhang in front of him to the ground.

Luo Mingxuan and Sikong Qianluo also hurried over at this moment. Seeing this scene, they were frightened by the power of Lei Wujie's sword. They both stopped after looking at each other. At this time Lei Wujie also turned around, with a distorted and terrifying expression on his face that was completely distorted and terrifying. Both of them subconsciously held the weapon in their hands. Lei Wujie's hostility at this moment was so heavy that even Make them feel that he will shoot at any time.

Only Xiao Se walked over slowly, patted Lei Wujie's shoulder: "Come on, shout out! Shout out all the anger in my heart!"

Lei Wujie plunged his two swords into the soil, looked up at the sky, and suddenly drank a long drink. His red robe was flying, and his true energy burst, and the bleak blue shirts standing on the side were flying up.

After a long drink, Lei Wujie's expression calmed down slightly. He looked at Xiao Se, with a bit of crying in his voice: "I killed someone."

"He is the killer of the Dark River. If you don't kill him, then you will be the one who died." Xiao Se replied slowly.

"But..." Lei Wujie lowered his head and looked at his hand.

"But I still can’t convince myself that I’m right. Because you don’t know each other, and don’t even know what animosity you have with each other, but with a wave of your sword, one person lost his life. His family and his friends will all be sad because of this. I hate you for life. But between life and death, at the moment of lifting the sword, how many choices do we have?" Xiao Se sighed and looked up at the sky.

Lei Wujie hesitated for a while and said, "Is it wrong?"

"No, you are not the one who is wrong. The world is the one who is wrong." Xiao Se said softly.

"Xiao Se...Have you killed anyone?" Lei Wujie asked suddenly.

Xiao Se just nodded calmly: "I was killed." Without waiting for Lei Wujie to continue to ask, he went on to say to himself: "When I was eight years old."

Lei Wujie was taken aback, and even Luo Mingxuan and Sikong Qianluo who were standing not far away were shocked.

"A total of five assassins sneaked into my mansion that day, and only this assassin came in front of me. At that time, I had noticed that he had entered my house, so I pretended to be asleep, and then he was ready to do something. At that moment, I pulled out the knife under the pillow and cut his throat with a single knife. Then his blood poured out and spilled on my face, like a burning pain."

"and after?"

"Later I vomited. For the next month or so, I only had that dream every day, a frightened face, a broken throat, and hot blood. I asked my master how to get rid of this dream, but the master Tell me, this dream will accompany me forever, even if one day I think I forgot, this dream will find me again."

Lei Wujie was silent for a long time, stepped forward, and inserted two swords into the sheath.

"Your grandfather said that you don’t want to kill in your heart, but this is what you are valuable. But there is always this kind of death and death in the world, and we can’t avoid it. You can only say that with your own heart, hold on to your heart. Sword, only in this way can you protect the things you cherish." Xiao Se stood behind Lei Wujie and said softly.

Lei Wujie raised his head and looked at the sky. Xiao Se stopped speaking and stood behind him.

The breeze blew, and the two people stood silently.

I don't know how long it has passed before Lei Wujie finally turned on his horse and said loudly: "Go to Leijiapu, the road has been delayed for too long."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure caught up, and another jumped to the horse. The man carried seven swords of varying lengths, and he couldn't help but scream as he pressed the horse.

Luo Mingxuan smiled and said: "I won't go to Leijiapu. Yuanzhi City is in front of me. Let Junior Brother Lei put me there. I'm going to go home and go to Xueyue City."

underground river.

Xingluoyueying Pavilion.

A young man with a white cloth **** in front of him got out of the carriage with the help of a young child.

There were two people standing outside the pavilion, one sitting on the steps smoking a pipe and slowly spitting out the cigarette, and the other standing straight at the door of the attic, holding a long knife, and looking sharp.

"There have been a lot of guests visiting recently." The middle-aged man smoking a pipe murmured.

The man with a long knife didn't answer, but looked at the blind young man and lightly touched the hilt of the knife.

The young man seemed to notice his movement, turned around and smiled at the man with the knife.

"Is this really a blind man?" The middle-aged man smoking a pipe put down the pipe and looked at the young man interestingly, "Interesting."

The man with the knife took a step back, opened the door of Xingluoyue Yingge, and said solemnly: "Please."

The young man nodded slightly, and walked forward with the help of the toddler, always with a polite smile on his face. The middle-aged man smoking a pipe raised his head and suddenly spit out smoke at the young man.

"Mu Hui!" The man with the knife frowned slightly and shouted in a low voice.

The young man opened his mouth slightly, sucked the smoke into his mouth, then spit it out gently, and praised: "Good smoke."

Mu Hui laughed in a low voice: "Good concentration."

The young man smiled and continued to move forward and stepped into the pavilion.

The toddler was surprised: "Why is it so dark."

As soon as the voice fell, the pavilion door behind him was closed. The young boy turned around and tried to push away, but found that it seemed to be locked by someone and couldn't push no matter how much he pushed. He anxiously pulled the young man's sleeve: "The son..."

The young man shook his head and whispered: "Well."

At the end of the pavilion, a voice suddenly came: "Who is the distinguished guest?"

"The second prince of Beili, the white king Xiao Chong." The young man said solemnly.

The man in the pavilion smiled slightly, and gently tossed off his sleeve, only to see the candle in the pavilion ignite in an instant. The little boy looked up, only to see a figure sitting there in the curtains.

Dark river, the patriarch.

The figure suddenly stood up, stepped out of the curtain with one step, and with another step, it was already in front of Xiao Chong.

"White King Xiao Chong, I have been waiting for the day to see you for a long time."