In the end, I have to destroy his mind.

By that time, you can be a living dead person.
Li Zhichang finally saw that he was a generation of heroes, but he could not bear it even though he was in love.
When Tie Zhongtang could hardly bear it, he suddenly withdrew his heart sword to resist it. After withdrawing his heart sword, he couldn’t help but spurt out his heart and blood.
By this time, he didn’t know that Li Zhichang had been merciful, otherwise he didn’t say that it was impossible to break through or to keep his consciousness.
Even at this time, his mind has been hit hard, but he will not end up in the living dead field
He sighed for a long time, "There is someone outside the world, and Tiemou is already here."
The last long sigh also drifted away from the grinding sword.
Li Zhichang gestured to the hidden flowers, "They have already left. Go get your things yourself."
Tibetan flowers rushed into the wooden house and rummaged through it. Finally, they found a purple ebony box and said happily, "Come in and have a look, too."
But I didn’t expect that there was a sharp meow outside, which hung over the fields for a long time
Hidden flowers rushed out the door and the white dress was never seen again.
The sunrise in the morning and the extinction of clouds in the east can’t help but attract people’s attention
Although it was a cold winter, there was just a heavy snow the day before yesterday.
In this quiet merlin, the faint fragrance wafts with the fragrance of cold plum blossoms. The forest path is not hard, but it is a little light and wet, and occasionally it shows a few yellow leaves when it is the last autumn.
The morning mist appears alone.
First, the faint shadow, and finally gradually solidified.
His eyes are so empty, but his face is covered with a light mist, like a gauze covering his face.
I can see him dressed in a snow-white suit.
Even if the sword is in the palm of your hand, even if the sword is not drawn, it is urgent to have a firm but gentle attitude towards others.
No one here has plum blossoms.
Plum blossoms can’t bear the shock wave of people in white.
His sword is unique in the world.
Others are also unique in the world.
Although his sword is not the most Qiang Jian, others have already dedicated it to Kendo.
The sword is his life is his department.
At this time, Li Zhichang lived in this Meilin. His place of residence was a place with a clear stream.
Plum blossoms fall into the stream to form a fragrant Huaxi.
There is a stone and a grindstone by Huaxi.
Next to Li Zhichang’s grindstone, he naturally grinds the knife
A knife with a unique style, a flying knife that is only three inches and three minutes long.
The blade is cold, so is the lover of the blade.
He also has sweat on his body, which is a mortal body after all.
His hands are a little shaky, too, because his house has long been rotten.
At the moment, if there is a doctor Gao, you can see Li Zhichang. Now his body should not continue to move. What he should do now is to lie in a comfortable bed and wait for death.
Li Zhichang’s every move is painful now, but he still doesn’t show his painful expression.
It doesn’t feel good to die. Li Zhichang decided to sharpen his knife to pass the chat.
At the same time, he also waits for someone to come.
The man behind the sun mountain will never have to come if he doesn’t come.
Li Zhichang has felt that he has arrived nearby, but the other party still hasn’t appeared.
He doesn’t know what the other person thinks, the other person, etc
He waited for a chance to make a sword, and he also planned to make a sword.
It just so happens that Li Zhichang is going to make a knife.
So it seems that the two are still a little tacit understanding.
But the other party can wait until dusk.
Chapter one hundred and twelve Disagreement