"Tens of millions of floating dust, virtuous and resentful, quietly returning to the soil, there are hearts and sighs. ......”

At night, he stood alone at the top of the canopy, carrying the scriptures on his back, and he had memorized them since he came to the Valley of the Winds, and he had memorized them every time he was in a bad mood or when his thoughts were in a mess.

Lately, Rotten Face has been reciting this scripture every night, and after Muller, he killed forty-three people in one go. These forty-three people were all looking for trouble, and in their eyes, a person who had been expelled from the mountain gate, even if he was a rank lower than them, should have listened to them, and the rotten face dared to resist and wound their people, so they all died.

In an instant, the entire Zixiao Mountain disciples who were still alive were shocked.

There were a lot of people who wanted to kill Bad Face and fast enough, but they were all driven away, and Mo Hong didn't kill anyone, she used force to drive these people away. The momentum that was as powerful as a mountain instantly overwhelmed a large number of people, and at that moment, people realized that the Evil Ink Red was so powerful, and the Fourteen Burning Flames of the Wind Valley and the remaining eleven and thirteen Qingxiao of Xiao Qing Pavilion were lined up in front of them. Let them flee in an instant.

So Zixiao Mountain was divided into two factions. One faction is the Dark Red, which is considered a moderate faction. The other faction that was exiled was the radicals.

Sha Mohong was also helpless, she couldn't lose her bad face, she had to protect her bad face, and at the same time she didn't want to let her bad face kill people, so she drove those people away.

But who would have thought that from the next day, rumors spread, and in an instant Mo Hong became a coward and a butcher, saying that she did not read the teacher's kindness and avenged the master, but blindly avoided it, and even some people said that women really couldn't become a big thing, and there were many ugly and ugly words, and the gathering place lost two-thirds of the people overnight.

The rotten face of the day pointed to his dark red nose and scolded, "Woman's kindness, you will kill more people." ”

On the third day, unbeknownst to the moderates, the radicals went to attack the Giant Tree.

Fiasco, people are almost dead.

At the same time, the rotten face began to rush to the magic circle without sleeping.

Dark Red began to try to rescue those who had escaped.

The men in black were frequently dispatched, and most of the radical centaurs in the entire Zixiao Mountain were killed in the wilderness during the escape.

Even a few people from the hills were killed together.

The group of people who were red also lost half of their staff because they saved people.

In the face of the life-saving grace, the disciples of Zixiao Mountain were glad that their lives were great, and they no longer hated the person with the bad face, but the bad face was still unwilling to talk to them, and it was still far away as if they were not in the same world.

The rotten face rested for three days, tired and he slept in his broken house as if he was dead, Tian Bei looked at his brother worriedly every day, and would wait for his brother to wake up with food every day. At that moment, he felt that his brother was a good person with a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and he remembered that his brother was desperately rushing to the magic circle, as if he was crazy.

Three days later, he finally woke up with a rotten face, ate a large pot of food, looked at his brother's adoring eyes, he was a little speechless, and said lightly, "I don't know"

At night, Rotten Face felt the depression of the people in the big array, and he guessed that Dark Red was not encouraging, so he planned to go and see Dark Red.

But what he saw was the dark red of alcoholism.

At night, the wind shook the tree, the leaves were flying, a woman leaned against the tree, she was a little weak, but in her bones it was a kind of toughness, and the mixture of the two feelings gave people the illusion of chic.

People with strong hearts are stronger than others when they are vulnerable.

With a wry smile, he said some enlightening words to Mo Hong, "Facing a group of people is actually the same as facing oneself, only by being ruthless to oneself can you grow." Those who can lay hands on themselves are strong, and those who can lay hands on themselves are kings. If I had killed those troublemakers, I wouldn't have killed so many people. You can't bear it, because you are not a king, and the king is not born, what's the use of blaming yourself, just be the king next time. ”

"Are you the king, then?" said Dark, looking at the rotten face obliquely.

The rotten face sneered, "I am a demon, you can only defeat me if you become a king." ”

Suddenly, Mo Hong became excited, "People are dead, so many people have died, aren't you uncomfortable?"

The rotten face said disdainfully, "If you want to kill more people, just think about this, just resent, many people died miserably, so what about more deaths?"

Mo Hong was stunned, and suddenly seemed to be touched, "Maybe it should be you who should take the lead here." ”

Rotten Face shook his head, "I'm not suitable, because I don't care if they live or die." ”