On the hill of the garrison, the rain was dripping down, Mo Yi looked at the demons in Yizhou City with a heavy heart, and Xuanwu behind him held an umbrella and looked at his gaze, and said, "My lord, you say, these people in the city, can they still be saved?"

Mo Yizhi: "I'm afraid that if I get it back, I won't be the same person as before." ”

Humans are the most intelligent of all beasts, but in the final analysis, they are also a type of animals, and demonized humans have lost their humanity and reason, and all that remains is the animalistic nature of animals. The demons devour each other and eat the humans, and even if they are cured, the sins they committed during their time as a demons will be judged by humanity in their minds.

So these people, even if they are rescued, life is worse than death.

But the irony is that in this world, many people live a high-sounding and glamorous life, wearing human clothes and human skins, but they do things that are not as good as an animal.

**, greedy, cunning, insidious, the human body is a huge container, which carries good, evil, dark, and beautiful, and demonization is nothing but magnifying the darkest place in the depths of the human heart.

The demonized demon is not terrible, what is terrible is that he is far away in the imperial city, those colleagues who are in high positions, these days when he left the imperial city, those who are afraid that they should be stupid and stupid.

"After tonight, I will return to the city tomorrow." He turned around and walked in the direction of the tent, Xuanwu holding an umbrella, and the two walked to the tent on the dry grass and mud.

Around the tent, black-clothed killers lurked, and as Mo Yizhi stepped into the middle place, the killers from all directions rushed out in an instant, carrying knives, and staring at Mo Yizhi fiercely like wolves with fierce eyes, killing out.

"Be careful," Xuanwu shouted and drew his sword, blocking behind Mo Yizhi.

The rain drenched his long inky hair, his blue robe was wet and sticky to his body, but his slender fingers slowly put on the ring unhurriedly.

Ten fingers, ten black rings, until a knife slashed at him, he turned his head to dodge, the knife passed by his cheek, his figure dodged at the same time, a silver silk thread flew out of his fingertips, with the strength of his fingers, the silver gaze elegantly passed through the man's neck, his figure swept away, and after the fingers, the killer's head fell to the ground.

"You can't let him use the Ten Rings, pull out his line first." Someone in the killer shouted.

The ten precepts of the Mo family, ten fingers, ten rings, and a silver thread can weave into an invisible net of killing people, Mo Yizhi has two things that are trembling and terrifying, the same, it is his mind, the same, it is the ten rings on his fingers, it is said that ten rings have ten threads, but no one has ever seen those ten threads, Mo Yizhi kills people, only one.

Because they are not worthy of him to use ten.

Some people say that Mo Yizhi's teacher inherited the immortal family, and after the famous family, some people say that Mo Yizhi is a Shura who crawled out of the underworld, a powerful ghost and a villain, but no matter what kind of legend it is, the world is both respectful and afraid of him, especially in the imperial city where the power is expanding, in the palace under the red wall and green tiles, the person who wants him to die is stupid and stupid.

There was a strong wind blowing in the imperial city, the wind blew the whole imperial city rattling, blowing sand flying all over the sky, covering the day, the night came very early, the Cining Palace was cold, the palace maids lowered their heads and shivered, the whole palace was so silent that only the sound of clothes rubbing and the emperor's coquettish voice was heard.

(Markor Literature-)