"It's not very strong, it's just more useful to me." Shi Mingsong smiled, "You probably don't know what perverted abilities have appeared here, right?" You can think of this as science fiction.,For example, stealth.、Time pause.、And forced stun and the like.,It's not like these things have never appeared.,It's just that the number of times this ability appears is also a handful.,So my ability is really weak in comparison.,It's just that it's bigger or smaller than those famous brands.,It's much more useful.,After all, they've all reached our level.,Life and death doesn't mean that you can kill your opponent by simply tearing off the brand.。 ”

"Of course, in some big families, if there is any conflict between the two families, and outsiders are needed to witness the scene, they will still take the way of tearing off the name tag, after all, the duel is still unacceptable to some people, and the duel method of casual is relatively peaceful."

"So if you continue to go up from here, what is the main way to improve your abilities?" Wu Yu's brows furrowed slightly, what he wanted to do most now was to quickly climb up to the seventh floor and save the girl who belonged to him, but he also understood what the five hundred thousand points of life on the seventh floor represented, one hundred thousand lives made him work hard for a year, although it felt very fast, but that was the power he had accumulated in the Eastern Regions, where he could kill without scruples, but it was different here, could he continue to kill without scruples? No, because there was an executor here, and countless eyes were on him, and if he continued to kill without scruples, then perhaps the next morning he would be killed under the covers, leaving his blood to the end of the warm bed.

"Want to hear the truth?" Shi Mingsong looked at Wu Yu, gritted his teeth, and then couldn't help but sigh softly, "Actually, I didn't plan to say it at first, but I know the reason why you have to go to the seventh layer, so I can only tell you like this, all the people who go to the seventh layer, you may look at a lot, but they are all human beings who have slowly multiplied from generation to generation, although we will also pocket a large number of masters, but most of them still stay on the fifth layer, because their strength cannot go to the seventh layer at all, And the last person who really climbed to the seventh floor on his own strength was four hundred years ago, and I tell you this, you can almost understand, right? ”

"I know it's hard to go to the seventh floor, and you don't have to talk to me about those useless things, you just say how you can go."

Shi Mingsong looked at Wu Yu, he didn't speak for a long time, and after almost five or six minutes, he finally let out slowly, "Wu Yu, to be honest, do you think you are a good person?" ”

"Good guys? Why do you ask this? Wu Yu looked at Shi Mingsong a little inexplicably, but Shi Mingsong didn't speak, his eyes were staring at Wu Yu, Wu Yu understood what the latter meant, if he didn't give the latter an answer today, Shi Mingsong would definitely not tell himself how to go to the seventh floor. Because 400,000 HP, to put it mildly, is the lives of 400,000 people, where are you going to kill so many people? Especially how much time you have in total to kill these 400,000 people.

"I never thought I was a good person." Wu Yu lowered his head, looked at his hands, and looked at the Seven Deadly Sins that were placed aside, "Do you think that a person with such a pair of hands can be called a good person?" ”

Some pale hands, slender fingers, if you let those elders see it, they will definitely praise, these hands are really hands that play the piano, but just such a pair of hands, if you get close to smell it, you can even smell the hands, the bloody breath that has seeped into the flesh and bones, the faint pungent, even stimulating the smell of your soul, little by little into your body.

"I don't know how many people these hands have killed, I can still remember the first person I killed, but the last one? I don't know when I'm going to kill before I stop.,Sometimes I'm even thinking.,How nice it would be if I was the protagonist of a part.,It's okay to take the girl out and pretend to be a force.,And then the sister is bullied.,I'm going to kill all the people who bullied the girl.,But it's different.,I'm completely different from them.,The little girl was really bullied.,But the people I'm going to kill aren't the ones who bullied the little girl at all.,They also have their own families., There were also countless girls in that family waiting for their man to return, and I killed them with a cold face, and then turned my head to kill the next one. ”

"You know, in fact, when I was in the Eastern Regions, I was already a little tired, I even wanted to throw down my sword and find a place to live a stable and comfortable life incognito, every time I thought about it, I would look at the house on the computer, and then imagine what it would be like for a family of three to live in that beautiful house, but I was only one person, wasn't I? So I had to pick up my sword again and keep killing. ”

Wu Yu raised his head, did he want to cry? Maybe, maybe not, anyway, I feel that my eyes are a little wet, but it's definitely not the feeling of wanting to cry, it may be a little sigh, or it may be something else, Wu Yu may be really tired, and he also wants to find a time to relax and relax, but how can he relax? Do you lie in bed and sleep every day, and then wake up without getting up, and let people bring food to your bedside and chew on those unnutritious foods?

He was afraid that if he really lay down, he would never be able to get up again, he was really afraid, so even if it was a week of rest, only Shi Mingsong knew that Wu Yu didn't even dare to sleep in the bed, the too soft bedding would relax people's muscles, but Wu Yu didn't dare to relax, maybe for everyone, if they want to relax, they just lie there honestly for a day, play with their mobile phones and watch live broadcasts, and then wake up when they are sleepy, eat two bites, and then play around and continue to sleep.

But Wu Yu couldn't do all this, because there were still too many things waiting for him to do, so even if he was tired and had a sore back, he could only lean back on the sofa, holding French fries, looking at the computer screen in front of him, and doing those boring operations.

Shi Mingsong looked at Wu Yu, and suddenly felt a heartache, he had pitied this man before, that time it was just because Huan Qingqing died, maybe he really regarded himself as a brother, looking at his dead sister, that pitiful feeling, but this time it was completely different. It's a real heartache, a kind of thing that you have to do every day to do the most cruel thing in the world, but you also have to smile and face everyone.