Murong Zhuo looked at Yue Xiaofei as if he was begging, he was expecting, he was waiting.

But Yue Xiaofei's face didn't have any expression, only clenched teeth and red eyes.

Murong Zhuo's two hands tightly grasped the armrests of the chair, controlling his emotions, hoping that Yue Xiaofei would be able to take back his life at the last moment.

To his disappointment, the corners of Yue Xiaofei's mouth seemed to be made of steel, and he didn't move, without the slightest intention of opposing or stopping the bloody plans of several "Salvation Army" leaders.

Looking at the four "Salvation Army" kowtowing a few times one by one under Yue Xiaofei's mere gesture with his eyes, when they retreated outside. Murong Zhuo almost patted Yue Xiaofei on the shoulder, asking him to keep them, asking him to change all these things that were contrary to heavenly reason and human feelings.

His eyes followed Yue Xiaofei, and after listening to the report, he sat on the small table in front of the window in the command car, his eyes looked a little dull, as if his soul had drifted away in a distant, unknown place.

"Maybe it's time to talk to him, anyway......!"

Murong Zhuo thought in his heart, went out and quietly commanded his subordinates, and then when he returned to the car, Yue Xiaofei still maintained that posture, obviously not moving.

"Hey! Then. As he spoke, the object in Murong Zhuo's hand was thrown towards Yue Xiaofei.

Oh, yes! Hundreds of years later, Nanjing, perhaps in this time and space, is absolutely impossible to appear again in terms of the current situation. But for Yue Xiaofei, that is a fact, an absolutely unquestionable fact.

"Kindness makes us Chinese allow you to live freely in this world, kindness makes us Chinese allow you to be strong!" But what if they refuse to admit it! What if they are constantly being guided by evil hearts and renewing their greed? ”

Yue Xiaofei, who was called back by Murong Zhuo to his "soul", reached out and grabbed the wine jug he threw over, and took a sip with his neck up. His eyes no longer looked outside the command car, but looked at Murong Zhuo, and asked quite calmly: "What, my big brother Zhuo, what else can't we two say!" ”

Murong Zhuo obviously hoped that Yue Xiaofei would take this matter seriously, so he said it solemnly, and of course he was also taking risks. You must know that in his head, there is no modern concept yet, and what is in front of him is not someone else, but the "lord" of their group.

Even if this "lord" has always shown that the people of Shenzhou City are the lords, even if this lord has never had a little lord's shelf. At the moment, Murong Zhuo's words also put himself or his own position in a dangerous position, after all, his interference was beyond his purview.

"Although I didn't see the tragedy near Dujiazhuang and Beilun, I heard many people talk about it! Of course, I admit that it was a criminal act, but ......"

Yue Xiaofei smiled coldly and said: "Not only is there just a Beilun tragedy, the scourge of the Japanese invaders has invaded our people for nearly three hundred years, among which the fifteen years of the 'Japanese martyrdom' in the Jiajing period are the most tragic.

Why can we Chinese slaughter at will with our lives, and why can they kill people when they want to kill people on our land, light fires when they want to, and come and go according to their nature? How can there be such a cheap thing? Now I can answer, it's not that cheap!

Three-light policy, right? Good! I give it to you, so that you Fuso, an inferior people, will live forever in the water of blood from now on! Play with me?! I'll kill you! ”

At this time, Yue Xiaofei certainly couldn't tell Murong Zhuo about his true origins, couldn't tell him about the Nanjing Massacre, and told him about the nearly 20 million people under the tragic knife. But what is strange is that since the Ming Dynasty, the behavior of the Fuso nation has always been so dirty, and their hearts have always been so vicious. From this point of view, there is only one possibility, this nation has long since completely degenerated into a pile of stinking shit.

Faced with Yue Xiaofei's furious words, which were almost questioning, Murong Zhuo was silent.

Even though he Murong Zhuo spent half his life recklessly licking blood on his head, this did not mean that he was a bloodthirsty person. Now what he has to do is to save the lives of thousands of young people with his own strength, or his own life, as for the others, it is better to ask for more blessings!

What worried him the most was that he had never seen this kind of hatred that Yue Xiaofei showed! Looking at Yue Xiaofei's cold eyes, looking at the tightly clenched teeth exposed by his upturned lips. all express the kind of hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow and will never share the blue sky with it.

At this moment, he had no doubt that Yue Xiaofei would kill all the people of the entire Fusang bloodline, and what was even more terrifying was that he killed all the Fusang people, and he didn't have a drop of blood on his hands, if people didn't hate it to the extreme, they would never use such a method!

After a moment of silence, Murong Zhuo asked, "Then what is Mr. Yang's opinion, about our dispatch of troops to Fusang this time?" Also, I don't think he knows your strategy for Fuso. ”

"Humph! Opinion, I don't want to know, I just want to know how to repay the thousands of lives of our Chinese? Their lives, their suffering, how to repay the **, if you want me to let go of these Fusang pigs! Yes, give me those lives one by one and still have to jump alive!

Do they have what it takes? Brother Zhuo, let me tell you a truth, 'The dog must be beaten, and the water dog must be beaten even more, at least until it plucks out its full mouth, cuts out its tongue, and is sure that it will never be able to bark with its teeth again, it is an absolute mistake to tolerate it!'" ’！ ”

Murong Zhuo sighed and sipped his wine, resisting the cold caused by Yue Xiaofei's bloodlust, who was now in a state of rage. He still gritted his teeth and held on, deciding in his heart that even if it was for the sake of those little children, he would do his last bit of strength.

"Even if it's a life for a life! But those children, they are innocent, they belong to the part of the people who cannot serve the 'Cult of God', should they also be exterminated? ”

"Kid? They are also Fuso pigs! Yue Xiaofei smiled coldly and questioned Murong Zhuo in turn.

"Then you can tell me, who can guarantee that they won't be widows when they grow up? Who can guarantee that they will not 'enter' our land again? ”

"Okay, since they are Fusang pigs, why don't you let them grow up and let them continue to pay off their debts with blood and sweat?" Murong Zhuo was a little excited, he shook his head and said, "Nothing else, the eldest brother may only beg you once in his life, and the brother will only spare those children who don't understand anything, okay?" ”