How can you be worse than me?" The monk disdained.
The priest stood up, clutching his chest. "I don't have a Buddhist body."
The black robe man looked at the two people playing with their mouths, like watching a good play, and did not care that one of their own had died.
One body, one life... He seemed to see nothing but clutter.
"What to do? The two of us are no match! I can't run away!" "Asked the monk.
The Taoist sighed, "Didn't your elders give you any cards to save your life?"
The monk nodded: "Yes."
"Then you don't need it?" The priest asked back.
'It's long gone!
Taoist monk can't speak!
"And you?" The monk asked.
"I'm done too!" The Taoist said.
The man in the black robe glanced around, took a long sword, and walked toward the two men.
"Play also play enough, since you are here, let's play a role!"
Wisdom Xuan and shepherd de two people face bitter color, how did not expect to encounter such a bad thing!
It's just a pity that no one is getting the word out about what happened here, and two more souls must be added to the same place.
The two looked at each other with bitter lips.
"What a pity... I haven't melted your golden bowl in exchange for wine!" The Taoist priest reluctantly looked at the monk's arms.
"I knew you'd been thinking of a golden bowl!" The monk touched his arms and took out the golden bowl.
Gold bowl!
Suddenly the monk's eyes lit up, offering up the gold bowl, the gold bowl suddenly turned into a transparent bowl with gold, and fell to the ground, covering the two people inside, like a barrier protecting the two people.
"This..." The priest was dumbfounded.
"This is also a card to save your life!" The monk grinned.
"Didn't you say you were out?" The monk asked.
'I forgot! The monk scratched his head.
"What's the use? The priest asked.
"He won't be able to get in at once!" Zhixuan monk enigmatically said.
"But... We can't get out!" Said the priest.
The monk was stunned to hear the words, "There is no other way!"
"You just covered him directly... Can't we just go?" A picture of Mude hate iron but not steel.
The monk was stunned...
In addition to the golden transparent veil formed by the gold bowl, the man in the black robe looked at the veil with great interest.
"Buddha's golden bowl?"
The man in the black robe sneered with a long sword and stabbed the gold bowl.
The monks and taoists raised their hearts.
The sound of 'when'.
The golden shield quivered and stopped the sword...
The monk breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think this stupid cover can stop me for a few times!" The man in the black robe looked cold.
Yeah... Can't stop a few... Monks and priests drooped their eyelids... It's just a way to stay alive, a little longer.
And on their property, who knows if anyone else is coming.
The black robed man reloads his sword, and the second strike follows.
The gold shield was struck with a violent shiver!
The man in black gave a sneer and raised his sword again.
A bitter feeling crept into the hearts of the monk and Taoist... Can't stop it.
Suddenly, the heart of the man in the black robe jumped wildly, and an unexplained chill crept all over the body.
The monk and Taoist two people also feel the general feeling, turning their heads to look at the side of the wall.
In the dark...
A featherless arrow flew out of the night, and came whistling with the air of fright.
The fletchless arrow came from the darkness, shuttling through the rainy night, the cold arrow cut a drop of falling rain.
The tip of the arrow shone with a cold cold, like a charm of death.
The dark arrow body in the night, like a ghost, cold and heartless.
No arrows have pierced the void, and in silence... Come in a faint way.
Can't hide... Can't get away from... The man in the black robe was shocked and looked at the whistling arrows without feathers, a breath of death that had never come before.
The black robe man luck the whole body of spiritual power on the sword, blocked in the chest.
It's just... The swordsman is good at attacking, not defending.
Arrow to... The sword is broken...
The dark, featherless arrow pierced the chest of the black-robed man like a ghost, and hammered it hard into the stone on the ground.
The sword broke and fell to the ground.
The arrow is dark... Not a drop of blood.
The black robe man held the sword handle, looked down, and saw a small hole in the black robe on the chest, which gradually oozed red blood and dyed a piece red.
Spirit dissipates, life drains...
The man in the black robe fell on his knees, as the woman knelt in the street last night...
Monks and monks for a time, even some of the reaction.
In the night, a figure climbed down the high wall, slowly walking in the night.
Figure walking in the rain of the night, drops of rain, as if unknown, do not care.
The man in black robe looked up and stared at the figure coming in the rain...
A black dress, a black hooded cloak floating in the rain, the cloak of the hood on the head pressure is very low, can not see the person's face. A pitch-black crossbow in his hand, a quiver in his back.
Splat... Splat...
The figure was all black, walking through the rain, into the courtyard, into the dim candlestick light.
"A mortal? Black robe looked up, he could not see all over the black body of the bearer has a reiki wave.
'Yes! The bearer opened his mouth gently.
"Why?"
A bright red came from the mouth of the man in black, and he opened his mouth hoarse.
He doesn't understand...
He doesn't understand how mortals get involved.
He didn't understand how mortals could kill themselves.
He could not understand why mortals dared enter a monastery.
He could not understand why mortals would not fear the power of the faeries.
"Because..." The person in black clothes walked to the person in black robes and opened the hood on his head, revealing a young and immature face and a wet and beautiful hair.
On this face, the rain covered, revealing but full of sadness: "I want to see the world how shit ah!"
"Because... I was told yesterday that I am not like you."
"Because... Someone said to me today, why not do something?"
"Because... The thousands of pariahs you speak of... Someone has to do something for them..."
"Otherwise... How pitiful they are!"
The man in the black robe lowered his head and felt the wild flow of life for the first time... The wind on this rainy night is actually a little cold.
The cold rain desperately beat his face, with salty bitter taste into the mouth.
"Feel it?" Su Mo crouched down and looked at the man whose hands were full of blood.
Su Mo face sad... No hate, no forgiveness, no confidence and no fear.
It's just the fear and anxiety of the first murder.
"Do you feel the value of life?" Su Mo looked up at the dark sky.
The man in the black robe trembled and could not speak...
He saw the overwhelming smell of death and was filled with the fear that it was coming...
"The man you killed, before he died... So, too, unwilling... Helpless... Fear... Confused..."
"Who else... Don't want to live!"
Su Mo rain covered... Unspeakable sadness.
He felt the pain, the joy and sorrow of those he had seen, and the joy and sorrow of those he had killed.
"Do you remember the woman who ran into the street yesterday with a swaddle in her arms? Even with all her fear... But still don't want to endanger others."
"The untouchables you speak of... They are just like you, but kind and afraid... Happy to live, sad to die..."
The man in the black robe raised his head, and when he was dying, his manner slowed down, and his eyes seemed to understand something.
He, remembering the joy of childhood... Think of the pain of growing up... Thinking of bereavement...
"I also like them, living and happy... Mourn death..."
"So... I am only human..."
Cold rain terror night, black robe kneeling head...
That night, Su Mo killed for the first time in his life...
This night, Su Mo and the world, uneven...