Maybe it's because he's been depressed for too long, or maybe he's been enjoying himself all the time, or maybe maybe he finally understands how life should work, Dongfang Xiaoshu feels that Tian Zige, who has been bothering and restraining him, finally collapsed, and an extremely rebellious thought surged out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The original self was content with the status quo, and felt that living was a great favor from God to him.

Satisfied with the status quo, as long as you make a living every day, completely self-sufficient, although you have the ideal of becoming a rich man, but you have not done anything for a long time just thinking about it, and no matter how good the ideal is, it is also a kind of fantasy.

When gambling with his life for a huge sum of money of dozens of taels of silver, Dongfang Xiaoshu gradually understood:

Man is a social animal, and as long as he lives in this circle, he has to compete, because there is no legal system of equal distribution.

If you don't fight, you are destined to be trampled on by others, and you are destined to become a foil and stepping stone for competitors.

With contention or not, there is gradually a hierarchy, and the rich and poor appear, so people live a lifetime to "fight".

Fate is predestined, although I still doubt the possibility of it.

Because people are accustomed to using big, broad, mysterious and mysterious things to bind themselves and explain some specious things, the word "fate" came into being, and it has also become an invisible cage for everyone who is alive.

Struggle itself is a kind of dismantling of the shackles of life and a kind of struggle to jump out of the river of fate.

When you jump out of the invisible cage, you will be named the title of "sage" or "sage", if you can't jump out of the invisible cage, it will be regarded as a kind of deviant that cannot be tolerated in the world, and people will use "devil" or "self-depraved madman" to express respect for fate.

Although we do not have the right to decide, because fate is predestined, it is a matter of doubt.

But we have the right to choose, to fight or not to fight, to live or to die alive, is the best way we can choose.

Live well, become a rich living person, even if you are a devil, God doesn't say anything, and who is qualified to evaluate good and bad.

Once it is determined, it is the reason for us to live.

Therefore, Dongfang Xiaoshu stabbed down with a dagger, and if he wanted to live soft-heartedly, it was a fatal magic barrier, and if he didn't break it, he would always be a foil and stumbling block for being ravaged and trampled on by others.

Killing people may not be so simple, but a process of self-liberation of the soul.

With a stabbing sound, the dagger cut through Li Yuangen's crotch, revealing something that frightened countless girls and young women in Chang'an City, drooping their heads like a weed, without any excitement at all.

Dongfang Xiaoshu raised the dagger in his hand, and a stream of blood splashed everywhere, and Dongfang Xiaoshu threw two ball-shaped objects out of the inner chamber and landed on a pile of burned ash, motionless.

Chu Yi, who had been staring at the entrance of the carriage, suddenly sobbed softly again, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and it turned out that he was really smiling and crying.

Seeing that the little monk Huizhi was inexplicably irritable, don't, even the last normal one is a magic barrier, how can I live!

Li Yuangen, who snorted twice, seemed to have the possibility of waking up at any time, probably because he was purified and stimulated too painfully.

This time, the weeds were really drooping weeds, because the roots had been dug up.

"This is a punishment for daring to make a move, and the next thing is to recover the debt owed to the third son, I really hope you can wake up at any time!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu said in a low voice, his right hand, which was covered with blood, clenched the dagger again and stabbed it at Li Yuangen's heart.

The dagger was like a nail, drilling down inch by inch, and when it reached the surface of the heart, Li Yuangen, who was in a coma, opened his eyes in a surprising moment and saw the most hated pair of eyes in his life.

"You ......"

As soon as you said the words, Li Yuangen's open mouth could no longer make any sound, because the dagger pierced the heart, pierced deep into it, until it reached the handle.

With his mouth open and his eyes slitted, Li Yuangen unexpectedly began to kick his legs, followed by convulsions, and then lost any breath.

Dongfang Xiaoshu looked at Li Yuangen and lost his breath, and the whole person suddenly felt a little tired, and just wanted to raise his right hand to rub his eyebrows, but he saw his right hand full of blood.

A little self-deprecatingly smiled, wiped his hands on Li Yuangen's fur, took off a jade pendant from his waist, came to an iron box, inserted the jade pendant, and clicked, and the iron box opened.

Dongfang Xiaoshu's eyes lit up, and he took a stack of tickets about three fingers thick in his hand first, and then stopped looking at them, because he had seen these tickets.

Secondly, a dozen golden strips were picked out one by one and placed on the placket of the cotton robe that had been pulled up together with a sign engraved with a large plum character.

Then a black and cold box was touched by Dongfang Xiaoshu, four fist-sized, unpretentious.

There was nothing marked on the box, and then Dongfang Xiaoshu walked out of the carriage with his things, because the iron box was empty.

Smoke rose again from the carriage, and two of the four corners even burst out of a fiery red, and crackling sounds came from the carriage from time to time.

Dongfang Xiaoshu clapped his palms, pulled the white and tender little hands of the first one and walked towards Anxi City, and the sun behind them stretched their shadows very long.

"It's a pity, this is a carriage engraved with the Force Array, there is no market, if it is burned, it will be burned, don't you know that it can fly if it is repaired!"

The little monk Huizhi sighed, helplessly pulled up the simple snowmobile, and followed to the east, on the snowmobile lay the three sons who had more air in and less breath, although the breath was weak, but still alive.