To Guan Jia's delight, Wu Zhihao was not fatally injured, and was still able to stand up and fight, and was able to come to help him. Wu Zhihao www.biquge.info is not bad in nature, and it seems that he was moved by his integrity and benevolence.

However, Guan Jia's smiling face froze in the next moment with a "bang" explosion.

Wu Zhihao picked up the man and directly pinched the man's head. The human skull was so fragile in Wu Zhihao's hands, like an egg. It's really creepy.

Guan Jia was stunned by the explosion and the blood mist. He was completely sober now. Some people have long been corrupted, corrupted by the filth of this world, and they have long been accustomed to such bloody killings. Before this, Wu Zhihao probably didn't know how many people he had killed.

Wu Zhihao cannot be regarded as a good person, but can he be said to be a bad person? He did this for his own life and for his family. And he saved me!?Guan Jia thought to herself.

It suddenly occurred to him that there were almost no good and bad people in the full sense of the word. Good and bad are corresponding, and if all people are good, then how can they be called good?

Even if it's this thin man, is he really a bad guy? He also has his own wife, and he wants to work hard for his family. In some ways, isn't this also a choice for him, and is there something to learn from him?

And in the audience, those people who seem to be ordinary and have not killed a single person, are they all good people? If they are good people, why can they rejoice in such a brutal and bloody scene? Why do good people feel excited to see the death of others?

Can good people and bad people really be defined by killing people and not killing people?

Not necessarily! Guan Jia's thinking is beginning to gradually transform. His values, which he originally thought were righteous, seemed to have become blurred at the moment.

In this world, the worst and worst should be those perverted murderers, right? Others have no grievances with him, but they will kill people inexplicably. Killing for pleasure and killing for fun.

But even this kind of perverted murderer. What he did was just to get the pleasure in his heart. So, in a sense, what is the difference between the crowd sitting in this audience watching this brutal killing?

Guan Jia thinks of the world he was originally in, the society he originally lived in. Although there will not be such a Colosseum-like competition, in daily life, how can it not be cannibalism? Why not live and die? Many people will rejoice and gloat at the suffering of others. So what's the difference between those people and the people who are sitting here watching the killing contest at the moment?

The change of Guan Jia's three views also means his own growth!

When Wu Zhihao pinched and exploded the man's head, Guan Jia's three views exploded at the same time. Others may only hear the sound of the man's head exploding, but in Guan Jia's mind, there is a long roar of the collapse of the three views.

For a moment, Guan Jia lost his mind, as if he was a puppet without a soul.

This kid was actually stupid by my movements? No, isn't it? Just now, he also blew up a person's head, and his brains were still splashed on his face, and he didn't see him stunned like this!? Wu Zhihao shook off the dead body and looked at Guan Jia suspiciously.

And the thin man seized the opportunity, rushed towards Guan Jia, and waved his hand towards Guan Jia's neck.

"Are you stupid!?" Wu Zhihao kicked Guan Jia forward, this kick was extremely heavy, both to save Guan Jia and to cause harm to Guan Jia.

Guan Jia's body flew out, although he was not hit by the thin man, but it hit the wall of the stands at the edge of the martial arts arena on the opposite side with an extremely heavy impact, smashing the walls into depressions, producing cracks as thick as an arm.

"Poof!!" Guan Jia slipped off the wall, his chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and then used the eternal spirit knife to support his body, standing with difficulty.

In the audience, everyone was in an uproar, they didn't know what happened to Guan Jia? Guan Jia's loss of consciousness just now was obviously seen by everyone.

"No, don't you have any psychological quality?"

"Doesn't seem to be the same as the performance just now?"

"Is it because of the lack of physical strength?

"Isn't it? I think he's thinking about something!?"

"I was almost killed, and I thought, "What a great thinker!"

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The melon-eating crowd in the stands complained one after another, and they were very puzzled by Guan Jia's performance.

And Wu Zhihao's move to rescue Guan Jia has been accepted by the audience, after all, the two of them have helped each other many times, and they seem to have some kind of relationship?

This pair of CP combinations, the audience is still a little receptive.

"Guan Jia, this guy has fine skin and tender meat. I think he's going to take it!"

"Haha!, imagine what kind of scene it was when Wu Zhihao, the big guy, attacked Guan Jia!?"

"You guys, you're too dirty, aren't you!?"

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"Grass!!" the thin man cursed when he saw that the attack was unsuccessful, and then turned to Wu Zhihao.

Although Wu Zhihao stood up again, he obviously did not fully recover, and his speed was much worse than before. Of course, the thin man's physical strength is also quite exerted, but the injury is relatively light, and his movements are still agile.

After being killed by Wu Zhihao again, there were only eight people left.

Among them, there are two Snapdragon people watching the show, and they have been shrinking to the side. There were also two people from the small sect, who were following the man with the meteor hammer at this time and preparing to attack Wu Zhihao.

"Two, you've seen enough of the show!Isn't it time to make a move!?" Wu Zhihao's body shook slightly, his back was still bleeding, and he was obviously unable to exercise vigorously, and looked at the two masters of the Snapdragon Gang, Mo Qiang and Zhao Da, who were standing aside.

Mo Qiang and Zhao Da looked at each other and smiled, one holding a sword, the other holding a knife, and slowly paced towards the arena.

"Mo Qiang! Zhao Da! The two of you are also masters of the Snapdragon Gang. Now that I'm in this field, I don't care about the first place. As long as you and I join me, we will kill Wu Zhihao first, even if the first place is given to you!?" The thin man gasped, and of course he hoped that the two of them could help him, at least let himself take a breath.

Mo Qiang and Zhao Da seemed to intend to unite with the thin man, and slowly walked to the thin man's side.

"That's right!!" the thin man smiled back.

"Snort!!" However, in the next second, a long sharp blade pierced the thin man's chest.