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　　 On a scorching street, Song Zongming sat quietly beside the ruins, the cold moonlight shone on him, cooling his hot body.

One of his arms has been broken, the other knife is inserted in his abdomen, and there is a big hole pierced by an icicle on the side of his waist. Half of his waist has almost disappeared. If it were not for the physical fitness of the conjurer, he would have died. ...Although even now, it's not far from death.

　　 Song Zongming never thought that he would be deceived by such a simple strategy, but the reality is so cruel, and the ending is like this.

　　 "I lost, Mr. Hermit." Song Zongming looked up at Zhou Ming and smiled politely, "You are really strong."

　　 Zhou Ming did not respond to the opponent. He still had a lingering fear in the final blow just now. If Song Zongming had not been fooled, it is likely that he was lying on the ground now.

　　 However, Song Zongming's meeting is inevitable. After all, the other party knows that there are crows with him. In that case, being aware of the enemies that have not yet appeared is a subconscious reaction of a person.

　　 "Don't you want to talk...that's right, there is nothing to talk about with someone like me." Song Zongming whispered to himself.

　　 He turned his head and looked out of the town, thinking that now Ellie should have reached the exit of the town. She should have been sitting in their car, started the engine, and could drive away at any time.

But she will definitely not leave, she will wait for him, hold the steering wheel in the car, wait for the familiar sound of getting on the car and closing doors, then she will step on the accelerator, and they will flee the town like any time before. Fleeing at night in the empty wilderness.

　　 Just like those few times, they didn't carry anything, they went around alone, but laughed all the way.

　　 I really want to be the same as before, but I’m sorry, Ai Li, I failed. The ending of the two of us still failed to break out of the frame of the traditional story. Song Zongming’s eyes were slightly moist.

　　 "Hin...Mr. Hermit, can you make a deal?" Song Zongming lifted his remaining hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling miserably.

　　 "What deal?"

　　 Zhou Ming was a few meters away, still maintaining vigilance, as long as the opponent uses a spell, he will immediately kill it.

　　 "You must want to know who gave me this knife, right?" Song Zongming threw out the bargaining chip.

　　 Zhou Ming's pupils contracted suddenly, as if being hit by an electric current, shaking his whole body, his brain was more awake than before.

　　 Before, he was vaguely aware that the kitchen knife was not simple, because the effect of the kitchen knife was too detailed and very targeted, not like a spontaneous weirdness, but more like a rumored weirdness.

　　 But if it is a rumor, it means that the knife must have a source. Seriously, it may just be a branch of a huge rumor.

　　 "Who is it?" Zhou Ming asked.

　　 "I can tell you, but can you let her go and let her live?" Song Zongming asked rhetorically.

　　 Zhou Ming groaned for a while, and shook his head: "It should not work."

"Don't worry... If the kitchen knife doesn't continue to kill people, everything will return to normal... She, she doesn't have much time, so at least don't hurt her for a short time... You can watch her, but don't hurt her... this is not It's hard to do."

　　 Zhou Ming thought for a moment, nodded and agreed: "Yes."

　　 Song Zongming smiled palely: "The one who gave me the kitchen knife is a man wearing a monk mask and dressed like a monk."

　　 Zhou Ming stared at Song Zongming with his eyes wide open, feeling that the air was quiet and the sound of the wind disappeared.

　　 If Zhou Ming didn't wear a mask, Song Zongming could see how surprised his expression was.

　　 Zhou Ming's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he took a deep breath calmly, calming himself down.

On the ground, Song Zongming’s eyes began to fade, and Zhou Ming’s figure in front of him had begun to blur. He suddenly seemed to be thinking of something important, and he opened his mouth and said, “Tell her, I love her, and then tell her... the ending of two lunatics. It's the same, they have been together."

　　 "I will." Zhou Ming promised.

　　 Song Zongming looked up at the sky, it was dark, darker than before.

　　 But the moon is whiter, so dazzlingly white, just like the painting, only the white moon remains in all horizons.

　　 The moon was the same as that day, and it suddenly made him feel that he had dreamed back to the year and returned to that day.

　　 That night, while wandering in the wilderness, he accidentally rescued her from a group of thugs.

　　 It was the first time he saw such a beautiful woman in the wilderness, the kind of beauty that could not survive in the wilderness.

　　 But he was not trying to save people, it was just an unintentional act, and he did it at will.

After 　　, he walked aimlessly, and she followed all the way with a happy face. He didn't know why she was so happy, let alone why she followed him.

　　 "Miss, why are you following me? You can go wherever you want now."

　　 "You saved me, of course I will follow you!"

　　 "Miss, I am a cursed lunatic, killing a lot of people."

　　 "But you are very polite and personable! I like you... Most importantly, you saved me!"

He has always been polite, but that’s because his mother told him that polite people will never go crazy, polite people must be friendly people in everyone’s eyes... Although now he already knows what his mother said is wrong, UU看书wwww .uukanshu.com But that is a habit.

　　 "I will go crazy one day."

　　 "So that's it...the one who follows you must be a lunatic. It doesn't matter, I won't live long, I'm sick!"

　　 Hehe, even in retrospect, I think it was a strange encounter, like a destined meeting.

　　 The flame of love can sometimes be ignited by a gust of wind. The flame is so small and the temperature is so high. While burning rationally, it burns down with fear...

　　 Then they came to Semir Town, and he said on a whim:

　　 "I want to be the manager of this small town. Let's live here in the future. There are a lot of foreigners coming and going here, and there will be many interesting stories."

　　 "Okay! I have to find a way to give you a baby, while I am in good health now, the child of two lunatics will be a little lunatic."

　　 "Well, what a strange family."

　　 He was glad that he met the right person, and he didn't think he would go crazy.

　　 Since then, he is the happiest man with the same daily routine, never-failing smile, fascinating golden waterfall and sweet tenderness.

　　 Later, his butterfly fell, and then he got the knife.

　　 When he stood in front of Ellie’s bed with a knife, he knew that this was the beginning of their madness.

　　 "Take me to the people in the town. I will stay with you all the time. Make sure to make something delicious." She was lying on the bed, her face pale, but her smile looked like an angel.

"Are not you afraid?"

　　 "Crazy man, I love you, isn't this happier?"

　　 She stroked his cheek, he cooked her flesh and blood.

　　 It turned out...At that time, they had already reached the end.