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- The cold light suddenly appears, like falling snowflakes at dawn, flashing in the sad track.
Mo Jian looked at the cold light that hit his eyes at this moment, and his pupils suddenly tightened, like a pool of disturbed spring water stirring uneasily.
Death, maybe this is not the first time he has experienced this feeling, but it is undoubtedly the first time he has experienced this cold, helpless and desperate sadness so clearly.
He looked feebly, looking at the bright blade that was getting closer and closer, looking at the blade that reflected the cold light, and in the depths of his deep and bright pupils, there was a flash of deep tiredness for some reason.
"I've tried my best and it's over. I'm really tired, so I'll end it here."
His eyes, which were originally bright and full of vitality, now revealed only the tranquil desolation of death, and in the end, he closed his heavy eyes as calmly as if he was in a dream.
However, just when Mo Jian closed his eyes exhausted and waited for the coming end, a roar suddenly sounded like thunder.
"Xiao Mo!!"
The voice, this was the voice of Ye Zi. Even though it was wrapped in the darkness with deep tiredness, Ye Zi's voice still penetrated into his ears very clearly.
Why are you angry? Why are you angry at such a time and in such a situation?
Of course Mo Jian knew it, but even though he knew it, he was unable to respond. He didn't even have the strength to move his fingers and open his eyes at this moment.
Light, as bright red as blood, slowly penetrated the darkness and tiredness, and appeared in front of his eyes after a violent shaking.
Temperature, those warm and rich feelings are like raindrops. Is this the temperature of death? Why is it different from what you imagined? Is death such a warm thing?
Mo Jian finally slowly opened his heavy eyes. Red, those bright and rich colors suddenly caught his eye.
Blood, he is very familiar with these rich, viscous and extremely hot liquids.
But it wasn¡¯t until he saw the figure standing like a mountain that he suddenly discovered that the rich and hot liquid did not originate from his body.
His dim eyes were extremely restless. For him who had accepted his fate and death, there should be nothing in this world that could make him uneasy or fearful.
However, when Mo Jian saw the steely but extremely pale outline, not only his pupils, but also his heart, which had long since calmed down, was filled with the dripping blood.
"you¡¡"
"Maybe you forget what you once saidbut I will never forget" Ye Zi's expression was still as hard as a stone, and his voice was still as steady as ever, but his chest was already dyed red by the blood that gushes out like springs.
"¡¡Why¡¡"
Ye Zi didn¡¯t speak, he just showed a faint smile to Mo Jian with his resolute and pale face.
Mo Jian's eyes once again shrank to the extreme, perhaps because he got the answer in Ye Zi's clumsy and weak smile.
"Ah, yes, you have to live. No matter how desperate, how sad, or painful, you have to struggle, because you have to live."
Amidst the weak voice, Mo Jian stood up again, with a swaying body that seemed to be blown by a breeze.
And at the moment when he stood swayingly, the cold light that was like red refining mixed with the enchanting red light also flashed again.
"Die, for me!" Two identical but completely different roars sounded at the same moment.
The sword disappeared in a flash, and the blood overflowed to Mo Jian's throat where there was a shallow streak of blood. It was only one point away. If it went deeper, Mo Jian might never have a chance to breathe again.
But the funny thing is that the distance between life and death is often just one point that cannot be captured by the naked eye, so he is still alive and can still enjoy the pleasure of breathing.
And it is precisely because of this weak point that Wu stepped into a world completely different from that of Mo Jian.
The fist, the tight fist, the fist with a steely color, was like a sharp weapon, like an awl piercing Wu's neck deeply.
At the same time as the sound of broken bones sounded, the face that was as ferocious as a demon suddenly became as terrifying as a dying goldfish.
Mo Jian looked at those bulging eyeballs staring at him with an expressionless face. With a slight exertion, Wu Jian fell to the ground like a pile of broken meat.
Perhaps even if there is no need to worry about Wu, he will die eventually. After all, with such an injury, even a real wolf can only linger and wait for death to come.
But Mo Jian didn't seem to have any intention of giving up. He looked at Wu coldly, and finally bent down his exhausted body with great effort, splashing the scarlet dagger stained with blood.
The dagger was Wu's dagger, but it was not the one he was used to. Perhaps it was because of this that he missed the point between life and death.
Now, the knife is in Mo Jian's hand, and he is looking at Wu quietly with his eyes as cold and ruthless as the blade.
"It's time to end this."
Although his throat was shattered, Wu did not die, nor did he fall into a coma because of it. On the contrary, there was a hint of disdain and ridicule in his bulging eyeballs for some unknown reason.
"What's the so-called pride?" Mo Jian didn't show the slightest emotion. His eyes were like a mass of accumulated darkness. Not only was there no trace of confusion, there was no trace of emotion at all.
"Then die with these pathetic prides."
Wu was not intimidated by Mo Jian's cold look. On the contrary, a trace of pity flashed across his vomited eyeballs for some reason, as if he was saying, "Who is the sad one?"
The dagger slipped with a cold light, and pierced into Wu's body in just a moment. Wu's bulging eyeballs seemed to condense at this moment.
Blood flowed out, and the same bright and hot blood without any special blood gurgled out of Wu's chest.
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was because of Mo Jian¡¯s ruthless face, or because of the loss of blood, but Wu¡¯s pupils slowly expanded in an almost ripple-like change.
Mo Jian looked at him intently. For some reason, he didn't see a trace of resentment or ferocity in the blood-covered face. On the contrary, he could only interpret a smile that was almost hallucinatory.
Wu slowly moved his lips that were dripping with blood, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
But even so, Mo Jian could still read the final message Wu Suo wanted to convey to him from his mouth movements.
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