The roadside gasoline lamp exuded a pale light.

The long street seemed to lead to endless darkness. Chen Shouyi stood on his back with a sword in his arms and a sword in his hand.

He always felt like he had forgotten something, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't remember.

He walked home quickly, but today the road seemed extraordinarily long.

He felt like he had been gone for a long time, maybe half an hour, maybe he had been away for the middle of the night. He felt very tired and weak, and his head was groggy, and he wanted to sit down and rest.

But he hasn't got home yet and can't rest.

Parents and sister should have been anxious. If they haven't seen him for so long, they must be very anxious.

He froze slightly, wondering about these thoughts:

"Why are parents and sisters anxious to see themselves, have they been away from home for a long time? But why don't they feel long?"

At this time a familiar voice interrupted Chen Shouyi's thoughts.

"Chen Shouyi, it's you, I thought I was wrong."

When Chen Shouyi looked up in surprise, he looked up and saw a beautiful shadow, standing tall and slender: "Zhang Xiaoyue, why are you here?"

"I live here. My family moved to Hedong City half a year ago, and later moved here again. I have been thinking about you every day these days. Have you ever thought about me?" Zhang Xiaoyue walked in front of Chen Shouyi. Asked shyly.

"Think, of course, I miss you every day!" Chen Shouyi immediately took a step, grabbed her tender and smooth jade hand, and said immediately.

Although he hadn't thought of her for a long time, he also knew that he couldn't tell the truth at this time.

Zhang Xiaoyue gently pumped his hands and followed him flushed.

"Where are you living now?" Chen Shouyi asked, full of joy.

"Don't tell you!" Zhang Xiaoyue Jiao said, "Actually, it's not far ahead. You can see it along the road. Are you going to sit at my house? My parents are not here today."

Chen Shouyi looked far away, where there was a complete darkness, as if there were countless shadows and ghosts, somehow, the darkness made him feel a sense of uncertainty, not wanting to instinctively, not to mention he was in a hurry to return Home.

"Not today, I'll go to your house tomorrow!" Chen Shouyi refused.

"Okay, but you missed a good opportunity!" Zhang Xiaoyue smiled shyly, so that Chen Shouyi couldn't help thinking about it, and almost wanted to promise it.

"Yes, why do you carry a sword with you?"

"I'm already a martial artist now, of course I can carry a sword with me!" In front of the beloved woman, Chen Shouyi couldn't help showing off.

"You are so good!" Zhang Xiaoyue admired, "Can I see your sword?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Chen Shouyi took off the sword and passed it.

After Zhang Xiaoyue took it, he took a curious look and pulled it out gently.

Chen Shouyi wondered how Zhang Xiaoyue was so vigorous. This sword weighs more than ten kilograms. It is no problem to simply lift it, but holding the sword handle and pulling it out horizontally requires a lot of wrist and arm strength.

An ordinary adult man will feel strenuous and can not hold it for a few seconds, let alone a petite girl.

However, Chen Shouyi didn't think too much. Perhaps in the past six months, Zhang Xiaoyue has started to practice martial arts.

Zhang Xiaoyue waved the sword a few times, and a gloomy glint flashed on her charming face. Then suddenly she turned the sword body and stabbed at Chen Shouyi's chest.

Chen Shouyi thought that Zhang Xiaoyue was joking and was just about to avoid, but a strong sense of weakness came, and his body couldn't move.

Long sword straight through the chest cavity, piercing the heart, he felt aching pain all over, sitting softly under his feet, he couldn't believe looking at Zhang Xiaoyue with a trace of madness and twist on his face, and asked, "Why? "

"You liar! You never thought of me, let's die!"

"go to hell!"

"go to hell!"

...

Countless or low or sharp or murmuring voices lingered in his ears, hearing his brain swell, and when he returned, Zhang Xiaoyue's figure had disappeared:

"Damn, what the **** is going on here? Why is Zhang Xiaoyue so crazy?"

"It's not right, it's not right!"

He looked down at his chest, held the sword in his chest, pulled out all his strength, and pulled out a little.

A lot of blood burst out like a rapid, and he immediately covered his chest and stood up, struggling.

"Must go home!"

He walked slowly, blood dripped to the ground, he felt his body was getting weaker and weaker, life seemed to be passing fast, he felt that he was really going to die.

He looked up into the distance. In the darkness in the distance, there seemed to be countless demons and demons spreading their teeth and laughing.

"Why hasn't the wound healed yet! And where is this?" There was a flash of doubt in his heart.

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

He drowsily dragged his heavy footsteps and continued to move forward, blood flowing all the way, I do not know how long he had gone, the familiar villa had appeared in front of him, his parents and sister stood at the door of the villa with a smile on their faces.

But I don't know why, Chen Shouyi felt this smile with a hint of falseness and gloom.

"Shouyi, why are you injured." When Chen Father and Chen Mother saw Chen Shouyi's chest soaked with blood, they hurried over and ran to hold him:

"We will take you to the hospital right away."

The younger sister was so scared that she was pale, and she was standing at a loss.

Chen Shouyi looked at his family's worried expression, and seemed to think too much.

However, just after turning his mind, he felt as if his back was chopped with a sharp blade, a hot pain, his dull thoughts had not yet reacted, and his head was hit with a blunt device again. He was dizzy and his body was shaking At last, I couldn't hold it anymore, my eyes were dark, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I found that I had been placed in the living room, all **** with flowers.

At this moment, he heard a sharp sharpening sound in his ear, and suddenly turned his head to look, and saw his dad sitting next to him in an apron, with a crazy smile on his face, constantly sharpening his knife.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Of course it is a sharpening knife!" Chen Dawei sharpened a kitchen knife, and said without looking back.

"What are you doing with the knife, and why are you tied up?" Chen Shouyi worked hard, but found that he was weak and had no strength at all.

"Of course it killed you to eat meat."

"Dad, are you crazy?"

"Of course I'm not crazy. You beast, what use is there to live, might as well die!"

"It's better to die!"

"Go to death!"

"dead!"

...

Countless noisy voices were instilled in the ear again ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Hearing him dizzy, if not for his consciousness and still keeping a sense of soberness, he would almost think that he was truly unforgiving, and it would be better to die.

Mother Chen ran into the living room, holding a **** hammer in her hand, and said to Chen Dawei, "The water has boiled, you move quickly."

Speaking, she saw Chen Shouyi and smiled kindly: "Son, why aren't you dead!"

Chen Shouyi suddenly lifted his head and closed his eyes in pain.

All this must be false, maybe a nightmare.

"Parents, let me kill my brother." At this moment, Chen Xingyue sounded. "My brother hated me the most. He had been bullying me since he was a kid. He secretly ripped my certificate."

"Well, then you can kill it." Chen Dawei yelled loudly.

Chen Shouyi kept his eyes closed and paid no attention.

"Brother, for the sake of everyone, you redundant person, let's die."

Chen Shouyi only heard a whisper, his sister seemed to have pulled out the sword. The next moment, he felt the cold of his neck, and completely lost his physical sensation. He raised his heavy eyelids, opened his eyes, and his eyes had become It was faint, and his vision became blurred and distorted.

Parents and sisters surrounded him with a faint smile on their faces, and a faint voice came to their ears.

"My poor son is finally dying!"

"We are still young and we can have another one when we die."

"Brother, wouldn't you blame it? But you really hate it!"

The voice got farther and farther, and his eyes quickly darkened. He blinked hard at his heavy eyelids, then closed slowly, and his thinking gradually fell into silence.

"Is this the feeling of death?" Before he was about to go silent, a thought flashed through his mind.