Ding Peng walked on the mountain road of Langya Mountain with a wooden expression, and when the disciples of the surrounding Shura Hall met Ding Peng, they opened their mouths excitedly and said something, but Ding Peng didn't hear a word, as if the world was separated from him by a barrier, he didn't know where he wanted to go, but the depression in his heart couldn't be relieved, so he was hanging around Langya Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill...... Kill...... Blood...... Give me ...... blood"

A low roar came from afar, Ding Peng frowned, and slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from, the two NPC disciples guarding the door of the dungeon bowed slightly to Ding Peng, Ding Peng stepped into the dark dungeon, surrounded by damp and musty stench, which made Ding Peng feel a little uncomfortable, but he still walked towards the dungeon step by step.

"Kill...... Blood...... Kill ......"

Ding Peng came to Oda Youxin's dungeon with an expressionless face, glanced at Oda Youxin with empty eyes, and asked lightly;

"Are you still used to living there?"

Oda Youxin suddenly looked up at Ding Peng, a pair of bloodshot eyes full of longing, struggling hard, but the large number of nails still tightly fixed his body;

"Blood...... Give me ...... blood"

Ding Peng waved his hand, and a stream of true qi burst out from his wrist, sweeping away the weeds on the ground of the cell door, Ding Peng slowly sat on the ground, leaning on the cell door with his back, with a look on his face, and did not speak for a long time.

Oda Youxin was still roaring there, and Ding Peng was just sitting in a daze, time passed little by little, Oda Youxin may have been tired, and it had been quiet for a while, Ding Peng suddenly sighed and asked casually;

"Why did you kill your own father?"

Ding Peng's eyes looked at the ceiling of the dungeon, he didn't really want to know anything, he just suddenly wanted to talk to someone, that's all.

Oda Youxin was stunned, when he was eleven years old, he killed his own father with his own hands, only a few people closest to him knew, he couldn't understand how Ding Peng knew, at this time suddenly heard Ding Peng mention this matter, Oda Youxin looked at Ding Peng in horror;

"Who the hell are you?"

Ding Peng turned his head and glanced at him, then asked; "What does it feel like for you to kill someone?"

Oda Youxin stared at Ding Peng for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth and laughed; "Haven't you ever killed people on Earth? Haven't you actually killed anyone? Hahaha......"

Oda Arishin licked his lips; "Then you can't experience a wonderful ...... No matter how much you kill people in this Pangea world, you are still a chick to me....... A Hina who has never killed anyone...... Hahaha......."

"Hinata......" Ding Peng muttered in a low voice;

Oda Youxin looked at Ding Peng and said slowly; "Want to know what it's like to kill someone? Ask your heart first! ”

"What do you mean?" Ding Peng frowned;

"Man is not pure by nature, and every shell is infused with two qualities from the beginning, which are the blessing of God and the curse of demons!" With a wicked smile on his face, Oda Yushin continued;

"It's like the new light brain you buy is pre-installed with the system, and then it's the turn of the human soul to enter the body, and then the soul will struggle between the two, all kinds of desires/desires urge you to fall, all kinds of admonitions make you refuse to fall, people can only struggle like this, want to do but dare not do it, desires/desires can not be completely satisfied, and the heart is full of self-blame......"

Ding Peng didn't expect that the seemingly crazy Oda Youxin could say such a thing, and sighed deeply; "Is this the helplessness of life?"

Oda Yushin laughed even more crazy; "Helpless? Ordinary people may have, but you won't, the first time I saw you, I found out about it, hahaha......"

Ding Peng asked suspiciously; "What did you find?"

"You'll understand...... Hahaha...... One day you will understand that you have such a filthy soul! ”

Ding Peng shook his head, ignored the madman, stood up and walked towards the outside of the dungeon, Oda Yushin continued to smile and asked;

"Are you leaving?"

Ding Peng did not speak, his steps continued to move forward, and Oda Yushin said nervously; "Hehehe, you'll come back, you'll come back to me, only I can let you really know yourself...... Because...... You're a madman like me, hahahaha......"

Ding Peng casually kicked a stone at his feet, and the stone crashed into Oda Yunobu's mouth, Ding Peng walked out of the dungeon without looking back, but Oda Yuxin's annoying laughter seemed to still echo in his ears.

The departure of any person is not a sudden decision, the so-called sudden is just the suddenness that you know, the leaves are gradually turning yellow, the story is slowly written to the end, people's hearts are changing little by little, and at that time, loss is loss.

Standing at the top of Langya Mountain, Ding Peng gently took the scholar's headscarf on the top of his head, which is a scarce equipment to increase his understanding, Ding Peng stared at the scholar's headscarf in his hand for a long time, slowly released his palm, a gust of wind blew, rolled up the scholar's headscarf in Ding Peng's hand and flew into the air, Ding Peng never looked at the headscarf again, jumped down from the top of the mountain, a golden eagle roared, flew under Ding Peng's body, and flew away with Ding Peng.

Qixia Mountain, a pair of little couples hugged each other, it was when the love was thick, the four eyes were facing each other, the two lips were getting closer and closer, two small iron beads suddenly flew towards them, the thick true qi wrapped the small iron beads, a small hole appeared on each of the temples of the two, and the blood spurted out quickly, and the little couple was so inexplicably reborn.

Gesang grassland, a small group of warriors are rounding up the fierce horses, they shouted excitedly, they have reason to be happy, this time to the Gesang grassland has only been a few days, now everyone has a fierce horse, they are talking to each other to share the joy, a few small black iron beads suddenly appeared, directly nailed to their foreheads, they didn't even know where the killer was until they died, so they stared at the ground and fell to the ground and were reborn, leaving only a few fierce horses shaking their heads and bowing their heads to eat grass.

Jiangnan Town, Western Plateau...... Ding Peng wandered around, killing people when he saw them, in order to make it more convenient for him to kill people, Ding Peng deliberately went to the blacksmith shop to create a batch of small iron beads, the reason why he chose small iron beads and did not choose other hidden weapons is because there is no difference between ordinary hidden weapon flying knives and iron beads at this time, there is no difference between Ding Peng, only one is enough to kill people, but limited by the shape of the flying knife, Ding Peng can't grab too much at one time, and the small iron beads are different, Ding Peng can grab dozens of them and scatter them all.

More than a month has passed, and the boredom of Chu Shuhui's departure has long been resolved, but Ding Peng still did not stop killing, he found that he gradually became obsessed with this feeling of killing, although Ding Peng also killed people before, and killed many people, but it is undeniable that Ding Peng never kills people for no reason, whether it is besieged by the Blood Alliance, or attacking the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, or sealing the Nandou faction, Ding Peng has always killed people for a reason.

Killing people for no reason seems to be difficult to understand, just like when you are shopping, the oncoming person will inexplicably give you a knife, neither for money, nor for grudges, without any reason and purpose, then the only explanation that can be thought of is that the other party is mentally ill.

Is Dan Peng mentally ill? Even if Ding Peng doesn't care about other people's evaluations, but no one on the rivers and lakes will make this evaluation, just kidding, the number one master in the rivers and lakes is a mental illness, so what are those of us who are worse than mental illness?

In this month or so, Ding Peng also learned one thing, that is, drinking, Ding Peng rarely drank alcohol in the past, because Ding Peng thought that alcohol would paralyze people's nerves, and martial artists should always be rational and vigilant, so martial artists should not drink, but in this more than a month, Ding Peng has changed, and he gradually likes the hazy feeling after drinking, he feels that this feeling is wonderful, just like killing someone, it will be addictive......

On a big tree in the middle of the woods sat a man in a black shirt, with a brown wine gourd tied to his right wrist, and pulled the lid of the wine gourd, after the man in the black shirt took a sip of wine, he looked down at a group of warriors who were fighting under the tree.

This person is naturally Ding Peng, this wine gourd is a good thing seized by Ding Peng after breaking into a small sect alone, fighting to get injured, and killing the head of the small sect, the wine gourd can actually be regarded as a space equipment, the wine gourd can be filled with up to five hundred quintals of wine at one time, and the wine stored in this wine gourd will be more and more fragrant, this thing may not be anything in the eyes of ordinary people, but if it is a drunkard, it must be like a treasure.

After raising his head and pouring another sip of wine, Ding Peng flipped his left hand, grabbed a handful of small black iron beads, and waved his hand, the iron beads seemed to open his eyes, and each bead flew towards a martial artist, as if the shopkeeper who grabbed the medicine practice makes perfect, and he could grab the appropriate amount of medicinal materials without weighing it, Ding Peng now grabbed the iron beads, and he didn't need to count them at all, if he wanted to kill a few people, he would catch a few, no more, no less, one is not bad!

"Peng Peng Peng ......"

All the warriors stiffened, fell to the ground and were reborn, and Ding Peng's figure on the big tree flashed away, looking for the next target.