The middle-aged man who sold firewood suddenly smiled happily.

Ye Qing clearly remembered that last time on the top of the green mountain of the Thirteen Mountains, he was also smiling very elegantly, but he could take his life in a moment.

So the middle-aged man asked, "You came to buy firewood, did you bring any money?"

Ye Qing thought for a while and said, "Since you came to buy it, you must have brought enough money." ”

The middle-aged man asked again, "But what if you can't afford the money you bring?"

Ye Qing smiled faintly, "If I can't afford it, you probably won't let me get out of this Bright City." ”

The middle-aged man had a very happy mood in his eyes, then looked at Ye Qing, and finally he said approvingly, "I hope you are here to sell firewood sincerely." ”

Ye Qing bowed his head.

An autumn leaf rubbed against his shoes at his feet, sizzling.

The middle-aged man added, "I thought it would be someone else who came to sell firewood." ”

Ye Qingchi asked, "Yang Mubai?"

The middle-aged man replied, "Exactly, his arm is broken, and he is already destined to not be able to go far in kendo, so he is more convincing than you." ”

Ye Qing smiled, "But his character categorically can't buy firewood, as long as he feels that it is unreasonable, he will not do it." ”

The middle-aged man said, "Killing people always makes sense. ”

Ye Qing asked, "How much is your firewood, or rather, who do you want to kill?"

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the fat butler who spit on the ground just now, and slowly brought the straw hat to his head.

Ye Qing concentrated, nodded, and then left with the gun on his back.

......

......

He knew that the fat butler was an innocent man, and he knew that he had no reason to kill him.

But only by killing him himself can the Demon Lord know that he has no attachment to a decent life.

The women who followed him scattered, and at last only a little girl remained.

Ye Qing turned her head, the little girl couldn't dodge, and then met Ye Qing's eyes.

"You always knew I was following you?"

"I know you're all following me. ”

"But they're all gone, and I'm the only one left, right?"

"That's because you've followed me all the way from the town down the mountain since I left the Sword Abyss. ”

The little girl suddenly laughed, "I followed you, I just thought you were a good person." ”

Ye Qing's eyes were like the cold snow of Sanjiu, and he said quietly, "Is it because of the steamed bun I gave you?"

The little girl said, "There have been many people, but you are the only one who gave me a steamed bun." ”

Ye Qing said lightly, "After eating the steamed buns, can I go?"

The little girl nodded, but did not leave.

Ye Qing shouted coldly, "I gave you steamed buns, just because I pity you, not because I like to do good deeds, I feel that doing good deeds is an extremely stupid thing at any time." ”

He was silent for a moment, then said again, "I'm not a good person, I'm going to kill someone." ”

The little girl laughed, "Then the person you are going to kill must be a bad person." ”

Ye Qing didn't answer anymore and turned his head.

He carried a gun on his back, and the little girl followed him far away.

......

Ye Qing found the fat-covered butler in an alley, and killed him as soon as he made a move.

The little girl just looked at the blood on his hand from afar, and then fell silent.

Ye Qing wrapped the butler's head in a cloth bag, and wrapped a few more layers on the outside, in order to prevent blood from flowing out.

He turned and left the alley.

Then the little girl followed.

......

......

The Demon Lord was still sitting there, what Ye Qing looked like when he left, and the Demon Lord was still the same when he came back.

Ye Qing silently put the man's head on the ground, looked at the Demon Monarch and asked, "Is this enough for you to buy your firewood?"

The Demon Lord didn't even raise his head and said, "Not enough." ”

Ye Qing asked, "How much is missing?"

The Demon Lord's voice came from under the straw hat.

"On my way to sell firewood, I met a lot of people. ”

"There was a son who went to the doctor behind his father's back. ”

"There was a young man who helped the girl bring flowers"

"There was a rich man who helped beggars. ”

......

Ye Qing's hand clenched into a fist slightly, and then his eyes were a little red, his hands did not tremble, his eyes were not blurred, and then he turned around and left.

He's going to kill a son, a young man, a rich man.

Of course, it is impossible to kill just these three people.

When he killed the son who took his father to the hospital, he killed his father.

When he killed the boy, he killed the girl.

He killed the rich man, how could the people under the rich man agree?

Ye Qing killed from noon to afternoon, his technique was originally superb, but even the highest killing technique would leave traces.

He listened to the frightened cries of passers-by who found the bodies, the cries of his family in pain, and the swift action of the government.

Ye Qing slowly closed his eyes - these people were innocent people.

The glow of the setting sun radiated like blood reflected on his face.

This is the blood on his hands, the blood on his clothes.

......

In the evening, the market is already closed with stalls, because the sun is about to set.

But the woodcutter did not move.

There were blood stains seeping out of the cloth bag in front of him, and everyone passing by couldn't help but look at it twice, and then left with some frightened speculation.

Ye Qing is back.

He didn't have a cloth bag in his hand this time.

He just looked at the Demon Lord calmly.

The Demon Lord reached out and took off his straw hat this time, and then looked at him with a straight face, his ordinary face showing an extremely ordinary smile.

There was no need for Ye Qing to tell him how many people he had killed, the Demon Lord could sense it from the murderous aura on his body.

The Demon Lord exclaimed, "Good. ”

Ye Qing replied, "Can I buy your firewood now?"

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "You killed a lot of people. ”

Ye Qing said, "Exactly." ”

The Demon Lord said, "These people are innocent. ”

Ye Qing said again, "Exactly." ”

The Demon Lord asked again, "Are you really going to buy this firewood?"

Ye Qing said, "Exactly." ”

He said three times in a row, the red in his eyes was like incense in the temple, and his face was calm like a blue sky.

The Demon Lord smiled, "Then you kill one more, and I will sell you this firewood." ”

Ye Qing was holding the spear wrapped in a cloth bag in his hand - his hands were already stained with blood, and the gun was also stained with blood.

He asked calmly, "Who is it?"

The Demon Lord gestured behind him.

When Ye Qing turned around, he saw the little girl who had been following him since he came out of the sword abyss.

Ye Qing's eyes seemed to be frozen, and his tone seemed to be frozen, without any emotion.

He said lightly, "Okay." ”

So he pulled his spear out of his sack.

He walked towards the little girl.