She knew that this beast hated humans, but she didn't expect that this beast's mind was already a little crazy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She didn't know if it had become like this when it had been shoehorned into the tower, or if something had happened to it later that had irritated it.

Listening to its uncontrollable screaming and scolding, choking and crying, the sympathy in Jinghong's heart came up little by little.

She hadn't seen others use the method of extracting souls to create machine spirits, but there were records of this in their fox clan's memory inheritance.

She remembered a comment in it, saying that it was "the pain of soul stripping, especially the soul is scattered".

Others may not be able to imagine how painful it would be to be gone, but she was a person who had been in a state of dismemberment, and she knew very well what kind of pain it was that made people unable to survive and die.

Their ancestor, who had witnessed such cruel methods, did not record the method of making it, but only wrote his own impressions, the advantages and disadvantages of doing so, and the possible way out of this instrument.

Thinking about it now, Jing Hong seems to still be able to feel the little sympathy and deep disdain contained in those words.

Now Jinghong can fully understand his feelings.

Although their family has never liked to be a savior with a halo on their heads, they have always had their own bottom line, pride and dignity.

This kind of behavior that is extremely damaging to yin morality and can be called a sin-making behavior, they naturally don't look down on it.

She sat down silently on the last step and listened quietly to the voice to vent its resentment.

I don't know how long it took, but the voice finally calmed down.

After an awkward silence, he seemed to suddenly realize that Jing Hong was still there, "Why don't you leave?"

Jinghong was not frightened by its bluffing anger, she raised her head with a smile, "So your name is Jinghui, what a good name." My name is Duanmu Jinghong, you can call me Jinghong. ”

The voice was silent for a moment before suddenly saying angrily, "Who...... Who knows your name?!, you abominable human, I ......"

"Nor are all human beings hateful. Jing Hong interrupted it with a smile, "At least, I think I'm quite likable." ”

The voice choked on her for a while before she came back to her senses, "You...... You're a ...... It's thick-skinned!"

Obviously, it's not very good at dealing with genres like Thriller.

"Really?" said Thriller laughing even more, "but I think you'll like me even then." ”

Before the words fell, the voice was a sharp cough.

Jing Hong thought evilly, "Could it be that I was choked by my own saliva?"

What she didn't know was that she had really guessed it.

The beast had no idea that she, a "hateful human", was not only thick-skinned, but also so good at being amorous.

How could it be that Jinghui liked humans?

The thing it hates most in its life is humans!

Jing Hong patiently waited until it finished coughing before continuing, "The memories passed down by our ancestors contain the content of extracting the soul refining weapon. As far as I know, this practice is a serious violation of the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and it is one of the major sins of the Heavenly Dao that focuses on liquidating during the tribulation. ”

"So what?" Jing Hui's voice was sharp and uncomfortable, "Even if he was killed by lightning, wouldn't my life be ruined?"

"So the person who killed you in the first place was really killed by lightning?" Shocking laughed, "You really deserve it." ”

Jing Hui snorted coldly, but didn't say anything more, obviously Jinghong's attitude made it feel a lot more comfortable.

"As for your life," Jinghong's eyes were soft and his smile was soft as he looked in the direction where the voice came from, "Jinghui, is your life really over?"

Jinghui was stunned by her question, "What do you mean?"

"If you lose your body and are imprisoned in this tower, aren't you already you?" Jing Hong tilted his head, and the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, "Sentence yourself to death now, Jinghui, don't you think it's too early?"

Jing Hui was stunned for a long time before he said, "What you said is light! If you were stripped of your soul alive, how much better would you be than me? After all, you don't just want to get me!"

Its voice was rapid and high-pitched, but its words were filled with deep despair, pain, and desolation.

Jing Hong stood up, slowly walked to the wall where the voice came from and stood still, his warm right hand gently caressing the wall, "Jinghui, you're right, I just want to get you, and I really haven't experienced the pain of being pulled out of my soul." ”

Jing Hui's heart suddenly felt a sourness, it didn't know what was wrong with it, and when this hateful human girl said something, it actually had the urge to cry.

It's a soul, it's still a soul that has been a prisoner for hundreds of thousands of years, it doesn't even have tears, it doesn't even have the qualifications to cry.

As soon as he thought of this, Jing Hui suddenly felt a little discouraged.

It has been resentful for hundreds of thousands of years, and for hundreds of thousands of years it has been thinking every day about how to kill more hateful humans.

It has indeed done it, and no matter who it is, it has always been a notorious killer.

But what does that change?

No matter how much it kills, it is not essentially a prisoner who has to accept the command of humans!

"I won't confess you as Lord, so go. Jing Hui's voice was a little fluctuating, as if someone had suddenly drained his spirit, revealing a dejected smell of despair.

Jing Hong's nose was sour, and his eyes were a little red, "Jinghui, I know that you were ordered by the previous master, you can't leave the three underground floors, and you can't harm the human monks who enter the tower, and you can't even control all the functions of this tower." Jinghui, as long as this tower exists for a day, you will exist for a day, are you really willing to be trapped in the tower for the rest of your life, and spend countless years in a mess?"

"Otherwise, what can I do?" Jinghui's voice was thick with exhaustion and impatience, "My body has been lost, my cultivation has been greatly damaged, and I am still locked up in this tower and cannot re-enter reincarnation, what else can I do but resign myself to fate?"

"You can come with me. Jing Hong had a straight expression on his face, "I can help you find another way out." ”

Jinghui laughed angrily at her, "I found that you are not only thick-skinned and self-inflicted, but also bragging. ”

Jing Hong directly ignored its extremely unceremonious sarcasm, she leaned against the wall, and told it her story with a light smile, "In my last life, I was the last pure-blooded nine-tailed white fox of the Jiuli Mountain Demon Fox Clan, and after my parents and brothers ascended one after another, I became the master of the fox clan. More than 500 years ago, I was careless in the plot of others, in order to save my own life, to save the two innocent people who were affected by me, I chose to use the demon forbidden art to die with the enemy. Later, someone still spent 500 years helping me to put together my broken soul, and protected me all the way to reincarnation, which is why I am today as a human being. So you see, there's no such thing as a desperate situation in this world. ”