Shen Shurui killed countless people, but fortunately he did not kill Han Qingxuan.
Han Qingxuan saved countless people, but the most worthwhile one was saving Shen Shurui.
During the battle of Li Chang, Shen Shurui walked over thousands of corpses and saw tens of thousands of dead souls under his sword. There was no wave in his eyes. He looked directly at Han Qingxuan in front of him. The man was still dressed in white but also stained with blood. He looked like a cold plum blooming in winter, or like a wedding robe worn by a woman leaving the pavilion.
The sharp sword pointed directly at his chest and he asked: "If I kill one person, you will save another person. If I kill everyone in the world, who can you save?"
"Save you"
"Humph," the cold light penetrated the flesh and blood, and a wisp of cherry blossom bloomed, blooming more and more. "Idiots are talking about dreams."
Han Qingxuan ignored the injuries on his body, but still looked at the person in front of him. From the first day they met, his eyes never left him. At this time, he thought blankly, what a mouse that is not afraid of cats.
The sun was shining brightly that day, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of vegetation on his face. The person in front of him looked like a child while talking and laughing. "I never thought that the aloof and upright Master Qingxuan would commit theft with a villain like me."
"I didn't expect that there are mice in the world who are not afraid of cats."
When Shu Rui heard this, he was not angry. Instead, he felt that the description was very appropriate, so he laughed even more happily and joked: "Who did you learn this skill from? I have no power to refute."