Lynn's dreams.

In the moonlight, next to the small temple.

The huge fox fell to the ground with no head.

This is the corpse of a raccoon.

Originally, it was a wonderful night.

But these things happened, killing, hatred, between people and demons, it seems that these things all exist only to destroy the beauty of the moment.

There are a thousand reasons to prove that your words and actions are not wrong.

But again, there are a thousand reasons to refute it.

Who can convince whom?

Or, just say this on both sides and choose the one you want.

In the long river of history, who is right and who is wrong?

Who is qualified to judge this right or wrong?

Is that standard of judgment itself worth believing?

Perhaps, just a microcosm of the times, this judgment has long been made.

It's just self-righteous.

Even, whether the so-called history is really history, we don't know anything at all.

Knife boy was still shocked when he saw the corpse of the little fox.

It's like seeing the fox head on his father's shoulder just now, but he didn't express this shock just now in order to cover up the little fox.

Now, everything seems to be over, and Knife Boy looks at the huge corpse of the little fox, and his heart fluctuates a little.

A life passed away like this, whether it was a monster or a human, it was a living life.

Knife boy remembered that the fox was still alive before, and he was still grinning at himself. And when I was in the mansion, I still remember what I said to myself.

Now, here it is motionless.

Even, this is not a fox corpse, it can be said that it is a lump of fox meat.

Knife Boy approached the carcass of the little fox and touched some of the charred hair, which was obviously scorched. Even so, the knife boy can still feel the temperature under the fur.

It was soft, and the corpse had not yet become stiff.

The knife boy took two steps back, and bowed slightly with his hands folded in front of the corpse that was taller than himself.

"Good all the way. ”

Hey, that's not how it shouldn't be.

Why kill like this, and why can you always find a good reason to kill?

The royal family said that for the sake of the court, they would protect their families and defend the country, so that they could blatantly kill people, and they would even be commended for it.

The bandits said that in order to survive, in order to be able to talk better, they had to kill people.

The monk said that in order to do the right thing for the heavens, for the sake of the common people in the world, and in order to maintain the balance of the great avenues in the world, it is necessary to kill the monsters.

The knife boy doesn't know how to refute it, there are rhetoric everywhere, and there are truths everywhere. It seems to convince one, and the other will appear again.

It obviously felt wrong, but the knife boy couldn't say what was wrong, and he couldn't propose any corrective measures.

Everyone is shrouded in fear, as if this is a matter of course, as if it is necessary to strike first in order to avoid bad things, which is an unquestionable thing.

In this place called society, everyone pushes and bumps with each other, and it seems that protecting themselves has become a matter that does not need to be discussed at all. It seems that the only thing that needs to be considered is how to make yourself stronger, or how to survive the constant collisions.

What a chaotic and ridiculous life.

Knife boy senses that something is wrong and doesn't want to let himself live like that.

However, who is really living the way they want to be?

In other words, is the so-called "what you want" really what you want?

Or is it just a trade-off of thinking, a mere panicked grasp under the whip of fear, just to appear superior on the other hand?

"Alright, let's go. Zhang Shisandao stood in the distance, signaling the knife boy not to stay for a long time and leave quickly.

Knifeboy bowed again, turned away from the carcass of the little fox, and walked towards his father.

Suddenly remembering something, Knife Boy turned around and came to the corpse of the little fox again.

There was no corpse with a head, and the entire head was cut off in an instant.

You can see the flatness of the incision, whether it is the skin, the flesh, or even the white spine, the incision is very flat.

Blood gushed out of the incision, and Knife Boy looked at the blood stains on the ground and the blood stains on the dirt in the distance, and could imagine how far the blood had been sprayed at that time.

Now, it's just a drop of blood.

But the dirt beneath the corpse was all soaked in blood. There was so much blood that there were fist-sized puddles of blood in some places.

However, in the moonlight, the puddle of blood was not obvious, and it was no different from an ordinary puddle. It's just that when you get closer, the smell of blood, and the dark red of the blood mixed with the earth, slightly reflect a different full moon.

Knife boy searched and saw a small spine on the ground.

It is said to be a small piece, but it is larger than the palm of the knife's hand.

The small piece of backbone, with a flat incision at one end, must have been his father's original. At the other end, there are obvious signs of fracture.

This is not a complete backbone, perhaps because when my father made a move, he didn't cut it vertically.

Daozi remembered that on the way over, his father said that it was because his grandfather had sealed a trace of his soul in the King Kong mahogany sword, which was equivalent to the strength of the seventh-layer grandfather. Moreover, it was still the seven-layer strength at the time of the seal.

Inevitably, it's too exaggerated.

You can reach this kind of bottom through cultivation, no wonder everyone wants to cultivate.

Perhaps, it is because of this transcendent power that there are so many inexplicable killings in the world. However, even without the power of these cultivations, there would still be killings.

Because even now, most of the cases in those cases are committed by ordinary people.

Dao Boy walked up to his father's side with a somewhat complicated expression.

Perhaps, tonight's experience will be a time that Knife Boy will never forget in his life.

Zhang Shisan Dao: "Let's go, lest the little fox come back later." ”

Knife Boy: "Go back?"

Zhang Shisan Dao didn't speak, and glanced at the knife boy.

Dao Zai's eyes dodged: "Uh...... I thought we'd fly straight back. Like, when we came over. ”

Zhang Shisan Dao looked at the full moon in the sky, and he didn't know what he was looking at. It seems that when people are worried, they always look up at the moon.

The moon is still the same moon, but the people who watch it have different moods and different situations.

"Dao boy, I'm already an ordinary person, and you can only rely on yourself on your next path. ”

Knife Boy: "Huh, father...... This?"

"Your grandfather made it very clear that I can have his seventh-layer strength, but after a quarter of an hour, I will become an ordinary person, and I will no longer be able to cultivate. ”

Zhang Shisandao said as he walked, not looking at the knife boy behind him at all.

Perhaps, he didn't know how to face the knife, or he didn't want the knife boy to see his expression.

The knife boy chased after him, followed his father, and said, "But it has not been a quarter of an hour." ”

Zhang Shisandao: "Yes, I think, it should be that I used the Vajra Mahogany Sword to launch the magic circle before, and I consumed a lot of mana." So, in less than a quarter of an hour, it was all over. But, fortunately, your mother's revenge has been avenged. Moreover, if it hadn't ended early, that little fox would have probably died in front of you. ”

"Ahh