谢云双手(shou)持(chi)刀,刀锋悬(xuan)置(zhi)虚空,衣衫却是完全被(bei)鲜血浸(jin)染(ran),整个(ge)人如同(tong)一尊刚刚(gang)从(cong)血海中捞出一般。只(zhi)是伴随(sui)着迅速跌(die)落的气(qi)息,谢云的一双眼瞳(tong)却是(shi)怔怔(zheng)望着刀光之下、一(yi)片虚(xu)无的星海,渐(jian)渐地、近乎(hu)七(qi)窍流血的脸上、逐(zhu)渐泛(fan)起一丝复杂的笑容(rong)。
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