The heavy rain curtain is like the silver capital the day before yesterday.

Liulang steet
Liang Ping was lying on the street full of death, and her vague consciousness suddenly woke up. She raised her eyes that suddenly became a little melancholy and saw a girl fluttering in white in the sky.
The girl was not wet by the cold rain in the virtual body.
"I am the angel of your dreams"
Girl with a noble tone soft said
"Dream angel?"
Liang Ping suddenly became more melancholy.
"Yes, I’m an angel to guide your soul."
Although the girl has an expression, her clean and white face is very friendly.
"Guide my soul?"
Liang Ping lay motionless in the wet street.
"Everything has its consequences, and your father’s consequences are due to the original causes."
Liang Ping really didn’t understand and asked lightly, "What is the reason why he was so brutally retaliated?"
"If your dad didn’t adopt you in those days, how could he get what he deserves today?"
"Hehe"
Liang Ping smiled sadly. "Yeah, it’s all because of me that dad has what happened today because of me."
"So what should you do now?"
Liang Ping shook his head and said, "I don’t know, I don’t know, I really don’t know what I should do."
"You should die!"
"Go to hell"
Liang Ping was shocked to hear such a harsh and sharp sound.
"Go to hell"
He repeated.
"I should die."
Then he choked with grief and said, "Yes, I should die. I don’t know the meaning of life anymore. What’s the point of living?"
"So you pick up the moon shadow sword in your hand and cut your head."
Liang Pingwen’s speech was like being controlled by that girl. He clenched his moon shadow sword in his hand and slowly lifted it on his neck.
for a long time
After all, his hand hesitated and paused
"But if I die, I can’t do anything, so I can stop the madness of the dragon by revenge."
"No, Liang Ping, you must not think so. In fact, even if you avenge your father in the same way, you are a waste and you can’t do anything."
"Yeah, I can’t do anything."
Liang Ping, the swordsman, slowly moves the blade again and slowly cuts into his throat. The pain does not come from the touch, but from the fragility and sensitivity of his mind.
Tears solidify into ice in cold raindrops.
The girl in the sky is looking forward to it.
"Cut it off quickly and you will be much easier."
Liang Pingru was driven by the moon shadow sword to cut into the skin again, and the deep red blood slowly fell from the blade, but it was quickly changed to the original posture by the rain.
"I"