As soon as the words of the prefect Wang were finished, Mo Bai, who was about to get rid of the sword in the hand of the man who was rushing towards him beside him, took the opportunity to stab the sword into his body.

Mo Bai gritted his teeth, thinking that he would die this time, but there was no expected pain.

All I could feel was the moistness on my face.

Slightly startled, he raised his eyes, and saw that the man who originally wanted to kill him was inserting a sword in his body at this moment.

There was still a bit of disbelief on his blood-stained face.

Mo Bai was slightly stunned and looked at the man holding the sword.

Because of the consternation, I couldn't help blurting out.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister."

Feng Jing didn't look at Mo Bai, only drew back his sword, and the slender figure jumped slightly and stood in front of him.

This scene reminded Mo Bai of something a long, long time ago, and things that should have been forgotten came from the bottom of his heart like vines at this moment, haunting him a little breathlessly.

At that time, he and his sister, the only surviving sister in his family, escaped from the plague-ridden village.

But because he had escaped for many days, he was too hungry, so he used his skills to steal some steamed buns to satisfy his hunger.

But the others found out about it, and they cornered him and his sister with sticks.

In order to protect his sister, he was beaten half to death.

But they didn't let them go.

It was also when he saw his sister dragged into the remote alleyway helplessly that he realized the thief heart of those people.

It's just a few steamed buns, not only killing him, but even his sister who is only ten years old.

The fear of them turned into resentment at this moment.

He couldn't remember what he was thinking, and when he came back to his senses, there was a sea of blood around him.

The men who had been so vicious to them lay in pools of blood, their faces still tinged with a hint of horror.

It was as if he had experienced something terrible before he died.

His body was also covered in blood, as if he was not wearing a white shirt.

He lowered his eyes in horror by this scene, only to find that his valued sister was squatting in a corner, her weak body still trembling.

It doesn't matter, he still has a sister, as long as he has his sister here.

That's what he thought at the time, he walked over and wanted to hug his trembling sister, and wanted to call her and comfort her with the same tenderness as the sun.

But he didn't expect that Su Ri's well-behaved and docile sister pushed him away.

Looking up at the look in his eyes, he still remembers, not resentment, not horror, but pity.

"My mother used to say that my brother was a demon who killed people without blinking, and the plague in the village was also caused by my brother because he was a plague god." Speaking of this, those light eyes reflected a sad color.

She shivered slightly, looked at him, and tried to make herself clear.

"Brother, you really are, a demon who kills people and kills people without blinking."

It was as if all the strength had been drained, and the last glimmer of hope had been taken away.

As if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, he suddenly lost even the consciousness of struggle and fear.

The outstretched hand was stunned for a moment in mid-air, and finally withdrew.

He got up, but his back was blocked by the people who had arrived.

When they saw the terrible situation of the river of blood, they all looked at him with hatred and disgust.

It was as if he was looking at the dirtiest thing in the world.

He just stood there faintly, looking at the gazes he had long been accustomed to.

Hate, disgust, despise.