Jingyao has never been focused on practicing swords.

So the knife in his hands is not about control, but about indulgence.

Indulging your own sword will also indulge your body and heart.

Just kill someone.

The sword brought Jingyao only with endless destruction.

Zhao Mingming just said something, but he woke him up.

When a person uses a knife, he is in control.

Who should kill, who should not.

When can I kill him, when should I let him go?

Using a knife to a person is indulgence.

Kill in all directions.

No matter how you ask the reason, you can't bear the cause and effect.

It's just death.

After all, Jingyao is not a merciful person.

If a person is not merciful, he will always fall into a certain relationship and cannot extricate himself.

But compassion is not an innate emotion.

It can only be nurtured after the mood reaches a certain bottom.

But no matter what, Jingyao is still a human being.

I believe that with the cruel beast, I should have been closer to compassion.

But I guess Jingyao is much farther away from his compassion than Zhao Mingming.

The first time Zhao Mingming felt compassion was last autumn.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

The scenery on the hillside is richer and more interesting than the top of the mountain.

The coldness spread through her thin clothes and along with his breathing, it spread to her internal organs.

Although it has not rained yet, the cool autumn air means that it is filled with heaven and earth.

Those literati and poets are always sad when the season changes.

If these are changed from sadness and joy, as ordinary people, they are naturally powerless.

Although Zhao Mingming has no deep feelings about this, she also knows that every season when she has a look at her feelings will always be sunny and waning.

It is better to calm your mindset than to sigh at these things in a tone.

No matter how sudden the damage comes, you can face it calmly and then smile indifferently.

Isn't she regretful?

Of course there are.

And there are quite a few.

But when all these regrets and sorrows are entangled and overlapping with each other, looking back at the past again, you can still be harmonious and have no grudges in your heart.

Looking at the falling flowers and flying leaves, the gains and losses gradually turned into the brightest, bright and enchanting red.

At this moment, Zhao Mingming already had compassion in his heart.

"Why should I back down?"

Jingyao asked.

"Because I don't know much about using swords."

Zhao Mingming said.

This is not a lie.

It's not to let Jingyao relax his vigilance.

Although Zhao Mingming is equipped with a sword, her sword is not very good.

After all, the strange beasts have the sharpest and strongest bodies, and naturally they don’t need the assistance of swords.

Zhao Mingming's long sword in his hand, pointed to the ground, and gently brushed his left hand over the sword body.

Then he started, as if the smallpox had fallen.

Even in this moonless night, Jingyao felt confused.

Jingyao nodded slightly to Zhao Mingming.

This was the most humble act for the arrogant him.

It seems to be expressing respect to Zhao Mingming.

Then, the scimitar in his hand slashed his head, as if he was shaking the clouds and seeing the sun, shattering all the sword flowers and lights of Zhao Mingming, and forced her to kill her.

When Zhao Mingming saw Jingyao's sword, his wrist trembled and the changes came out again.

A powerful and round artistic conception quietly arises.

Jingyao's knife was like a sea swallow that broke through the storm.

However, Zhao Mingming's sword move was the illusion waves and surges under the sea swallow.

It seems that there is only one sword, but in fact it has been ambushed several times.

As Jingyao progresses layer by layer, only the tip of the iceberg can see.

Why was Jingyao surprised to see such a mysterious and dreamy sword?

"That's what you said, can't use a sword?"

Jingyao said with a slight sarcastic expression.

He had thought that Zhao Mingming was a very backbone girl before.

People with backbone will not be too proud or too humble.

I even disdain to lie.

But Zhao Mingming just said that he couldn't use a sword, and he was obviously lying...

Isn't it a big joke to use this kind of sword move?

Zhao Mingming had a cold face and remained silent.

She knew that Jingyao had a misunderstanding about her.

But now is not the time to explain.

Explanation takes time.

Not only do you have enough time, but you also have extremely accurate opportunities.

The smaller the matter, the more effort it takes to explain it.

What's more, many times, when I met something that was not familiar yesterday, I would naturally be smooth after a night.

However, misunderstandings have already arisen, and explanations may not be helpful.

The best way to deal with emotional entanglement is not to let it happen.

It is very painful to love but not to get it. Then don’t love it.

It is also painful to hate but not be able to do so. Then don’t hate.

Being misunderstood is also an extremely troublesome thing...

Then why don’t you stay away from the beginning without saying a word?

Zhao Mingming just now was not only her body retreating.

What retreated also included her heart.

Retreat is to stay away.

But far is an extremely vague concept.

Where is it far away?

Far from the end of the world.

Where is the world?

There are all the worlds everywhere.

I believe that Zhao Mingming's home is very far away from the humans in the Five Great King Realms.

In people's minds, Jiushan is always far away.
To be continued...