Liang Hongzhuang looked at Su Li, expressionless, and asked like a dead person, "Why?"
There was silence, and no one could answer the question.
He said with a wry smile: "I thought that the law of heaven will eventually recur. It's not that it doesn't report, it's just that the time has not come, it's just that it's a bit late, but there will be a result after all. How can you expect it? There is no way of heaven at all. Why can people like you live forever? Alright, now that he is about to die, another one pops up."
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and didn't look at him, his hand holding the short sword trembled slightly.
"How did our Liang family offend you? How did the Tianliang Chen family benefit you? Ten years ago, you wanted to destroy my entire Liang family!"
Liang Hongzhuang's laughter became louder and louder, the blood flowing from her body became faster and faster, and her voice became more and more shrill. When it came to the last sentence, the questioning had turned into a roar, which was the roar of a wounded beast, full of anger and unwillingness, despair and pain, and would penetrate deeply into the deepest part of the soul of the person who heard it.
Chen Changsheng's head was lower, his face was paler, his hands were trembling more and more, as if he would not be able to hold the sword hilt in the next moment, he didn't want to look at Liang Hongzhuang who was already looking crazy, and he didn't dare to look at Su Li either. Because he was very worried that if he took a look at it, he would feel uncontrollable regret for what he had done, and thus fall into pain and struggle.
Listening to Liang Hongzhuang's sad and indignant questioning, and looking at Chen Changsheng with his head down, Su Li remained expressionless—things that have already happened can no longer be changed, so regretting or not regretting is meaningless, and there is no need to conduct self-criticism, even if there is , that can only happen in his own heart, he absolutely disdains to explain anything to the world.
He is such a temperamental person. If it was before, no matter how miserable Liang Hongzhuang was, he would leave without changing his face. Today he also did not change his face, but for some reason, he said a few words before leaving. Or, was it because Chen Changsheng's head was lowered too low, and his hand holding the sword was too trembling
"When the ancestors of your Liang family were emperors, how many people were killed and how many families were destroyed in the south?"
Su Li looked at Liang Hongzhuang expressionlessly and said: "As for destroying your Liang family... If I really want to do this, how can you still live to this day, how can Liang Wangsun still be alive?"
His mood suddenly became a little irritable, and he looked at Chen Changsheng and said in a cold voice: "Why are you standing there if you don't hurry up? Imitating loneliness or pretending to be desperate? Don't think that you are qualified to preach to me because you saved my life .”
After saying this, he walked towards the barren mountain.
After these days of recuperation, he is still seriously injured, but he can take two steps slowly.
The two fur deer had eaten their fill of grass and returned to the arena. Looking at Su Li who was walking towards the distance and Chen Changsheng who was still standing in the arena with his head bowed, they seemed a little confused and didn't know who to follow.
Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at Liang Hongzhuang, and wanted to say something, but in the end he only said two words: "Sorry."
After finally uttering these two heavy words, his mood did not ease. He stretched out his hand to grab the reins between the necks of the two fur deer, and silently chased the somewhat lonely figure in front of him.
Beyond the barren hills is the south.
Liang Hongzhuang couldn't hold on any longer, she fell to the ground, looked at the two people who were drifting away, and shouted in pain: "Do you think you can really return to the south? If you continue to follow him, you will definitely die too! "
Chen Changsheng didn't look back, and continued walking silently with his head down.
Su Li walked very slowly, and it didn't take him long before he caught up with him.
Mao Lu bent his front knees and fell to the ground. He helped Su Li up.
From beginning to end, there was no conversation.
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After walking through this barren hill, and over the other two barren hills, the fur deer stopped beside a green grassy slope.
Chen Changsheng got off the deer, ran to the side of the road, bent down and started to vomit.
Su Li looked at him and said mockingly, "That guy is not dead, so what's the point of throwing up."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand, wanting to explain a few words, but couldn't suppress the pain in his chest and abdomen, and vomited again.
This battle with Liang Hongzhuang was the first time he defeated a star-gathering realm expert head-on and alone. If this battle is not too commonplace, it seems a bit of an understatement, or it may be more worthy of this battle's place in history.
But the price he paid was not ordinary, and the battle of crossing the border was certainly not as light as it appeared on the surface. Under the coercion of Liang Hongzhuang's star field, he also suffered serious injuries. His bones seemed to be splitting apart. His body had been shaking slightly before. It was an emotional problem, and it was also because his body was really unable to hold Living.
But the real injury is not physically, but mentally.
He doesn't have the calculation talent like Xu Yourong, and he doesn't have a strong enough talent bloodline. He has just started learning Huijian, and he has to forcibly destroy Huijian to meet the enemy, and he has seven swords in one move. This is not what he is able to bear now. of. The collection and analysis of a large amount of information, which can be said to be massive, and the complex calculations as vast as the ocean or even the starry sky directly squeezed out all his spirit, causing his sea of consciousness to vibrate until it was about to collapse.
All his spiritual consciousness was consumed in the seven swords, and the sea of consciousness became empty.
The practitioner's body is a ship in the spiritual ocean. His current spiritual ocean is exhausted, and the ship keeps falling in the empty space, never ending. This is a terrifying process. He felt that everything around him, barren hills and grass slopes, were constantly turning and changing, and the blue sky seemed to be falling overhead, which made him extremely disgusted, uncomfortable, dizzy, painful, and weak. It's like drinking wine for seven days and seven nights in a row. The wine is strong wine, even bad wine.
This feeling is very painful and uncomfortable, and it is a spiritual matter, and there is no way to expel it from the body.
He vomited out all the roasted meat and wild fruits he ate last night and this morning, as well as his stomach juices. The last thing he vomited out was only things that looked like clear water, until he couldn't vomit anything. I started to retch, as if I wanted to vomit until the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, so that I could express my attitude towards this world.
Su Li looked at the boy vomiting by the side of the road, and remained silent.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly walked behind Chen Changsheng using the yellow paper umbrella as a stick, slowly raised the yellow paper umbrella, and hit Chen Changsheng on the back of the neck.
With a snap, Chen Changsheng fell down slowly. Before falling down, he used his last strength to ensure that he fell backwards and would not be contaminated by the filth he had spit out.
But he didn't faint, and still opened his eyes, looking at the sky, extremely painful and extremely weak.
Su Li said indifferently: "If you refuse to faint, you may go crazy."
In that blow just now, he used all the strength he had secretly accumulated these days. He thought it might not be enough to kill the enemy, but it could be used to save people, but he didn't expect this young man's body to be so tough.
Chen Changsheng opened his mouth like a dying fish, and said weakly, "Senior, there is a grass on the mountain."
"You don't want to write a poem before you die, do you?" Su Li said, "Don't do this, it will make people uncomfortable."
Chen Changsheng raised his hand with difficulty, pointed to the grass and said, "That's hundred-day drunk."
Just like what Su Li said, if this continues, his sea of consciousness may really rupture, he will die directly or become an idiot, and the most important thing is that he is really suffering and suffering now. If he could keep his vision clear and see the white clouds in the blue sky clearly at this time, he would definitely take off the golden needle immediately and faint himself, but he couldn't.
Fortunately, when he fell, he saw a grass that could make him unconscious.
Su Li understood what he meant, picked the grass, roughly tore it into pieces with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chen Changsheng finally closed his eyes, his face still pale, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Su Li took a few tired breaths, sat down cross-legged, glanced at the deserted mountain, and put his right hand on the handle of the umbrella.
After a while, Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky in a daze.
Su Li's eyes drooped slightly, and he said, "Aren't you going to faint?"
Chen Changsheng said wearily, "The medicine doesn't work that fast."
Su Li said: "Then shut up, close your eyes, and wait."
Chen Changsheng said with difficulty: "But I have something to say to senior."
Su Li was silent for a while, then said expressionlessly, "Let go."
"Senior... let's kill less people in the future."
After saying this, Chen Changsheng felt that he had finally finished what he had to do, so he relaxed his mind, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
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