Zhang Jue's expression was extremely entangled, and he only watched Lin Yun start the massacre, but he was helpless.

To be honest, he really couldn't bear to see the blood flowing here.

But to be honest, he felt that the lives of everyone present were really inferior to Lin Yun alone.

Zhang Jue is now a bit like the one who is the prince of the Beacon Fire Opera, and he can abandon a qiē for the sake of his beloved woman. You want beauty, not a country.

The only way to stop Lin Yun is actually just a very simple plan to subdue the demon, as long as she is within her line of sight, she can't run away.

But the only way to organize Lin Yun is to kill her.

Zhang Jue sighed: "Alas, forget it, I am not a person who saves the world after all, I am not a virgin." My heart is like a femme fatale. ”

Today, he finally saw his true heart.

At that time, Xunzi and Mencius discussed whether human nature is inherently good or inherently evil, but to no avail.

Later generations of Song Xue gave the answer.

I drew a few circles, and the big circles reported the small circles.

The circle in the center is a 'me', and the circle that wraps the 'me' is the loved one. Wrapped in the circle of relatives, it is a friend. Friends are neighbors, then fellow villagers, then natives......

Here's what it meant:

If I am outside and I see my relatives and friends having conflicts, I will help my relatives if I cannot reconcile. Because my relatives and I are related by blood and blood, and friends are acquired. My relatives are closer to me, so I help my relatives.

I see a friend fighting with a neighbor, and I help my friend. Because in my heart, friends are closer than neighbors.

In a relationship close to me, it's hard to see how the above two examples differ. And if it's a bigger point. It was dissected thoroughly.

If my loved ones have conflicts with someone I don't know, I help my friend. Because friends are closer to me. The circle of friends is close to mine, and I don't know people. It is the outermost circle.

And if I go to another place and my fellow villagers are in trouble, I will help them. Because my fellow villagers are closer to me, and strangers are far away from me.

If I'm in a foreign country, I'll help my own people, because my own people are close to me again......

This is the 'self' of a person's life, self, and me.

The answer given by Song Xue solves the circular contradiction between human nature is good and evil. Human nature is neither good nor evil. It is even said that there is no such thing as good or evil.

The answer is shocking, but it is the most reasonable.

There is no good or evil in all things in the world, and the so-called goodness is in line with the interests of most people, and this is good. The so-called evil, which satisfies one's own interests and harms the interests of the majority of the people, is evil.

In fact, this explanation does not shed light on the human heart.

There is no goodness. There is no evil. The distinction between good and evil was determined by the sages after civilization. They call it morality.

Yes, it's really just any decision you make in any situation. In fact, it all revolves around a 'me'. What I say and do is actually for the benefit of 'me', for the benefit of being closer to 'me'.

That's right. Zhang Jue has now entered the circle drawn by Song Xue.

He has no good or evil, he is a human being. It's all about one -- me!

Lin Yun has the closest relationship with him, but in fact, there are millions of people on the scene. or hundreds of thousands of people, all of whom have nothing to do with Zhang Jue. Lin Yun is in the innermost circle, these people are in the outermost circle.

Zhang Jue is not a saint and gentleman who sacrifices his small for the big, he can't kill his relatives in righteousness. He can only defend 'me'. He could only stand by and watch.

This is an extremely cruel reality for those hundreds of thousands of people.

But for Zhang Jue, this is the most important choice to protect his own interests at the moment.

Also, what does the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood have to do with me?

I just want him ......

It's human nature, it's nature. It has nothing to do with good or evil. It's just that the situation is extreme and cruel. Zhang Jue chose to safeguard his own small interests and sacrifice everyone's big interests.

For Buddhas, Buddhas, Buddhas, and Confucians, this is extremely evil.

But for Lin Yun, this is extremely good.

This is the difference between good and evil.

That's the way the world is. There is no distinction between good and evil, only who is good against? And against whom is the evil directed?

'Roar~'

Lin Yun's killing was rising, and the killing intent was getting stronger and stronger. She also stopped killing people artistically, and began to pick up speed without warning.

Zhang Jue's pupils shrank, sat down in the snow, and muttered, "It's okay, then you can kill it." ”

Lin Yun's eyes were dull, hazy, and irrational.

Physiologically, this state is called a mental disorder.

In layman's terms, it's called madness.

'Puff puff'

The constant sound of flesh cracking sounded energetic, but it looked creepy.

In the vast snow, mourning is everywhere, and Yin Yin's blood stains are flowing everywhere. Then he was frozen in the air by the extreme cold. It's like a poignant red flower embroidered on a white cloth.

White is pure, red is demonic. The combination of the two, some people call it art, but now it seems that it is probably hell.

If white is the rui of the snow trillion year, then the red is the extinguishment of the lamp when people die. One life and one death, overlapping on this land.

This made Xu Maohai feel that heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs.

There is no silt, and there is a white lotus?

The most beautiful combination is contrast. This white and red are a bit miserable.

Lin Yun stood on top of the snow, her hands outstretched, and her body spun rapidly like a spinning top. It's erratic, but everywhere it goes, it's a large number of people's heads flying.

She was like a dancer who used the art of ballet to kill people.

It's more like a small meat grinder, curled and delicate on the outside, and the blades on the inside can even roll the bones into slag.

"Puff Puff"

The blood flowed like a river that could no longer be described in words.

It is a relief for those who die, but it is a kind of torment for those who do not die.

I could only watch her slowly approach, not knowing when she would be next, but knowing that she would definitely die.

Wang Zige thought that this time he was nine out of ten, he came, although he was not controlled by Li Xun, but he still came. I came here for nothing else, one is to see the big scene, the second is to befriend Li Xun, and the third is to ...... Look at the excitement.

His pupils shrank, but he saw that the dancing dancer began to approach him, and he shouted loudly: "Demon, don't force me!" ”

The voice was loud and tragic, but in this messy scene, full of screams and screams, no one cared or heard.

Wang Zige felt a little desperate, tears flew from the corners of his eyes, and froze into ice.

Stuck in the snow, there is no escape, so you can only look up to the sky and sigh: "God, open your eyes, there is a demon in the world, but you watch her kill evil." ”

'W-'

Draw your sword and unsheath it.

The eight-sided Han sword shone with a cold light in the snow.

And Wang Zige's eyes also became cold at this moment, and he murmured in his heart: "Brother Sword, I gave myself to you." One last resort, I don't want to die at the hands of demons, so I'll leave it to you. ”

With that, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth, and slowly inserted it into his chest.

'Z~'

But I heard the sound of the burnt flesh sounding, and it seemed to be the sound of mosquitoes sucking blood, which was amplified countless times.

Wang Zige's skin began to become old and yellow, his whole body trembled, and the blood in his whole body frantically converged into the eight-sided Han sword.

The sword, now a vampire.

'Ang~'

A sound of gold and stone rang out, as if it was a sword groan, but the sound was much rougher.

Wang Zige died violently on the spot, but the eight-sided Han sword flew up. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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