"I'm sorry, it's the first time I've slaughtered civilians."

Bai Yehua returned to Chu Ming's side with a flat expression. And Gu Lun's expression is even more expressionless, and the blood clan has no psychological barriers to slaughtering civilians at all. ”

"I hope it's the last time."

Chu Ming said, he felt that he couldn't let these two mess around anymore, he was not a real blood clan, he had his bottom line.

"Of course, I don't want to do that either." Bai Yehua nodded very seriously:

"I know what you think, you'd rather die in battle than violate your own moral code. But in my philosophy of life, it's the point of being alive. If I had persisted like you, I would have become a corpse in the stinking gutter. So, I'm not going to be strong, I don't have the heart of a strong man. That's your way. ”

Chu Ming had no way to refute Bai Yehua's words, this was the first time he didn't like someone simply because of his personality.

The most important thing is that although all these things violate Chu Ming's code of conduct, they are for his good. It gave him a feeling that he couldn't speak. It's like someone robbing a bank and giving him money. Should he eliminate violence and peace or appease adultery?

"In this world, only you think I'm wrong. But I promise you just once. Now is the time for the heroes to appear, and justice must be on the side of our companions, the "White Nightflowers". White Nightflower finished saying this. And so, the slaughter began.

The streets were cordoned off, and screams were heard from all directions, and Woolero turned his head differently, wondering which brother unit was cooperating with him. At this time, a man with a mask walked by and cut off his head cleanly.

"How big is Rusu?" Bai Yehua was still holding her hands high, still talking

"Rusu is just a small city on Thick Saturn. If you put it in the White Galaxy, it is smaller than sand. If you compare the Mangshen family with the Lang Evil family, oh, this one is a little bigger, about the size of a watermelon. If you compare the Lang Evil family with the temple, this one may be the size of two watermelons.

Has Princess Lang ever been publicized? No. What about the Lang Evil Family? Nor did it. The only thing that can keep a low profile is the temple. Maybe the real meaning of a person at the level of Princess Lang is indeed low-key, but what about the executors below? Silence is also a low-key, permanent silence.

Remember what I said about the young lady's parable. In many stories. There will always be vicious dogs in the house of a kind young lady. Do you admit it? This kind of bridge is not inconsistent at all, because it objectively exists. Maybe every young lady is true, kind and beautiful, but the family behind them is not, they only care about interests. ”

White Nightflower inadvertently uttered words that meant the same thing as General Xueton's emotion. He, the executioner, provoked the incident and indirectly killed everyone on the street. He may feel guilty, but the thugs of the clan who kill more people don't have the slightest similar emotion.

"Quite ironic." Chu Ming admitted that Bai Yehua was right again.

"Everyone thinks it's not necessarily, but our judgment is certain." The Bloodline Butler, who had not spoken, spoke:

"Princess Lang doesn't think we have to die, many people think so, and you probably think so too. But I think we're going to die. Based on many years of experience in humans, human inertia tends to solve problems more simply. So. As long as people like Princess Lang don't explicitly say, 'They can't die'. So. We're going to die.

For these powerful minions. The chance of killing us is in a single thought, which is half and half. But we are faced with an infinite number of potential forces, and probability, we are doomed. ”

Gulen's judgment comes from experience. This experience is more plausible than calculus. Gulen didn't even have to think about the logical relationship, and according to countless stories in the past, their ultimate fate was to be forgotten. No one cares who killed them, and no one cares if they shouldn't die.

Therefore, this crisis is a nirvana in the eyes of Gulun and Bai Yehua, and since it is a nirvana, then they can only do everything. In this plan, the most important thing is not to kill, but to convince him, the master, to kill. Only by killing enough will their hopes of survival be greater.

"I see." Chu Ming was convinced, he really thought that this crisis was not very dangerous, and his understanding of the world of the temple was still on the surface. So, White Nightflower and Gulen are doing the right thing. Survive ahead. Morality is on the back burner.

"Then kill!"

Chu Ming took a deep breath and walked towards the chaotic crowd. At this time, ordinary people have almost been slaughtered, and only the people of the Liuzhou Law Enforcement Team still have a little strength to resist.

However, this is also because of the reason why the various forces are restraining each other, in this kind of scene, there will inevitably be friction between the already contradictory forces, although they have tried to restrain themselves, but there are still people who die.

"Kill!"

Bai Yehua roared, he tried hard to control his volume, and tried harder not to lose his partner. His partner had fallen silent, as if it were going to disappear. In everyone's sight, Chu Ming was inconspicuous, only Bai Yehua and Gu Lun knew that he had been killing people, and he had been killing people inconspicuously.

From a waltz mentor, an inconspicuous skill, a very obscure hunter's skill. Bai Yehua was surprised by this skill, even more surprised by Chu Ming's efficiency in killing, and most surprised by his control of the chaotic situation, as if the more chaotic, the faster he killed.

"Control—" White Nightflower inexplicably came up with the word, and then he nodded firmly, thinking that he had described it appropriately.

Subtle control starts locally. The slain will resist, and their revolt will be directed against what they perceive as their enemies. Thus, there was the first innocent. The revolt of the innocent creates a second innocent, then a third or fourth, and chaos begins to contagious, from the part to the whole. White Nightflower and Gu Lun created a mess, and what Chu Ming did was turn the chaos into a scuffle.

"Kill !!"

Someone shouted angrily, and this person's status and volume were not low. As a result, chaos reached a critical point.

Chu Ming began to change his methods, he began to kill people while saving people, killing the living to the point of dying and seriously wounded, so that the mortal would not die immediately.

The appearance of disability will certainly exacerbate the contradictions, and the subtle control is not only chaotic, but also emotional. Regarding emotional energy, there are very few people in this world who can understand it, and it just so happens that Chu Ming is one.

When the first Sanctuary summoned his mecha, the situation was out of Chu Ming's control. He achieved his goal, the purpose of "making us less important" that White Nightflower demanded. The man who divided the cake replaced his knife and fork with a sword. The cake doesn't matter.

Gu Lun walked to Chu Ming's side and bowed respectfully. A strong master is also the glory of a slave.

"Partner, this may be the last time we've played together."

Bai Yehua is ashamed of himself, even the word "fighting side by side" is self-proclaiming, all he can do is not to lose. Compared to Chu Ming's fighting skills, he was like a toddler.

"It's the Templars who can reduce the killings."

Chu Ming's eyes were full of war. The appearance of the Sanctuary calmed the scene, and these humanoid weapons pushed the intensity of the battle to a peak, but stopped the killing in disguise.

The tiny island of Liuzhou could not withstand the destruction of the Sanctuary, so when these masters ascended into space. The fighting in the streets stopped. All forces silently cleaned up the wounded and corpses of their own side. Slowly withdraw. Later, some of the intermediary forces cleared the scene again, washing away the bloodstains, neutralizing the smell of blood, and restoring the street to new.

A bloody event occurred on a street on a remote planet. This matter will not make headlines in the news, and will not be noticed. The huge temple world is still a harmonious scene of singing and dancing. Those who died may not think so. But since they are all dead, there is no right to speak.

"You just killed twelve of my men."

Bitter Coffee, who had been hovering in the distance, came to the three of them, and he smiled bitterly:

"I thought I had discovered a talent, but now I know that this is a genius, a genius who kills. If it weren't for the statistics given to me by my men, I can't believe you've killed so many. ”

"Boss, this can't blame us, we are saving ourselves. Be considerate and considerate. Bai Yehua nodded. His action could not confuse the bitter herb that knew him well.

"Of course I know how to save myself. Because I'm also the boss who climbed up from the bottom. But—"

Bitter Brown is one of the few people who has seen the truth clearly, he knows that Chu Ming and they will die, and he also acquiesced to Bai Yehua's procrastination, but he didn't expect Bai Yehua to be so extreme, this way of breaking the kettle is not in line with Bai Yehua's character.

So. Ku Fei thought that the problem was still with Chu Ming. Something prompted Bai Yehua, a forward-looking and indecisive person, to make a heavy bet and bet on her future.

"Boss, I'm the enemy of the whole people now, you have to save me!" Bai Yehua cried and cried, looking very aggrieved.

"Scare me? I'm the enemy of the whole people. Bitter Brown reached a tacit understanding with Bai Yehua in an instant, since Bai Yehua dared to bet, he could also try to invest a small amount.

"As for you, sailor—" Ku Brown looked at Chu Ming, then turned sideways: "Instructor Q seems to have a proposal." ”

Instructor Q appeared behind Ku Phi, who was not involved in the battle of the Templar. Princess Lang and her family have always acted as mediators.

"I didn't look at the statistics." Instructor Q declared: "But I know that you killed a lot of people today. The Templars were dispatched, which meant that they were in pain. ”

"I'm also the enemy of the people?" Chu Ming smiled and was noncommittal.

"Oh no. At least on Princess Lang's side, I can promise I won't think so. Instructor Q observed Chu Ming's expression when he said this, and then he was disappointed, and Chu Ming didn't have any special reaction because of this.

"It seems that there is only one path for you." Instructor Q said.

"Tell me about it."

"No, come with me somewhere."

"Well, what about them?"

"Your servant can take it, but your partner will forget it. Bloodlines aren't easy to kill, at least not your partner. ”

"No problem." White Nightflower spoke first.

"Then I'm fine." Chu Ming nodded.

"Let's go."

Instructor Q took Chu Ming away and took him away in front of everyone. The death situation that Chu Ming encountered before was not a fart in the eyes of people like Instructor Q, this is the gap between strength and strength. Thanks to the despicable and shameless White Nightflower and Gulen, they are still alive, so they have the opportunity to talk to people of a higher level. A dead genius is not a genius, and a corpse has no human rights.