The young man lowered his head as if there was no trace of life in him. He was half-kneeling on the ground holding a sword in one hand. His hair that had been scattered was stuck on his pale face. His chained feet were soaked in a pool of his own blood. The tattered clothes on his shoulders were connected with blurred flesh and blood, and were thick and dirty. The turbid mud clung to the blood-stained white clothes. He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and barely supported his body as he stumbled to his feet. The white blade in his hand drew directly at the man above him in black clothes and a silver mask. The young man raised his eyes, his eyes calm and firm.
"Where... Is he?"
"Who is it? Me?" The man smiled wildly, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes hidden under the mask, revealing a playful expression.
"..." The young man twitched his lips: "I'm sick..."
Before he finished speaking, the man pulled off the silver mask on his face, and his straight black hair was scattered, reflecting the smooth white face. The angular face was soft, and his deep eyes were full of charming color, and he moved closer to the young man.
He was obviously a man who was thinking about everything, but at this moment, the young man was as stunned as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his wide eyes were as calm as dead water, the sword in his hand fell with a clang and splashed with blood, he knelt straight down, his hands were violently inserted into his unkempt hair, tears mixed with blood and broken lines were left on his face uninterruptedly, leaving deep marks on his face, and all the grievances and depression broke out in an instant.
"Master..."
The young man closed his eyes in despair, his whole body was shrouded in black smoke, his broken body gradually climbed up the blue-purple vines, and his figure disappeared with the sunset, welcoming his sad ending, leaving only an iris rubbed into a pool of blood for anyone to trample on...
Purpose: Treat the whole world with kindness