Underneath these beautiful pretty faces are delicate skin-scrawled corpses, flesh and blood blurred. The liver and intestines are exposed, the heart and lungs are shattered, and the red blood is imprisoned into a cruel red flower on the delicate skin, next to the broken ribs sticking out of the body. Many girls have broken cervical vertebrae, brains flowing on their backs on the ground, a disgusting filth in the middle, is their delicate and eternal pretty face, with innocent eyes wide open, slightly open cherry mouths, short and soft Joan nose gently cocked, two lovely tiny nostrils against the tragic white light, completely solidified into a hedge-like picture, dirty and holy, ugly and lovely, cruel and innocent, in this picture called death, concentrated explosion, to the sky that is impossible to see here, pouring out the great disillusionment of good and evil life and death. No wonder the Buddha said that people should do more good in their lifetime, because life is short, life and death are disillusioned, and before everything is about to happen, everyone does not have enough time to use evil in exchange for something eternal.

Marauders plunder all their lives, but they can't take away a penny of wealth. The dictator is a dictator, but he does not expect that when his bones are not cold, the great cause he has worked so hard to build will fall apart and not a single thing will remain. Stalin was the Red King, but he didn't know about his empire, and in the end he couldn't even keep a bedboard.

These beautiful and fragmented girls are a silent warning to this eternal reincarnation. They were the disciples of the Interpretation Sect that no one dared to provoke during their lifetimes, and they were the glamorous and delicate babies who made the men of the world kneel under the pomegranate skirts, but once they lived and died, the beautiful and dirty corpses would be ruthlessly incinerated or abandoned, and no man would cut off their liver and intestines for them, and no man would even be willing to remember their stage names. After the disillusionment of the scenery, their bleak fate is even worse than that of the country girls who died by the spinning wheel, at least after the death of the "soil bun" girls who had no money to buy fat powder sachets, and the infatuated husbands were sad for them.

There is no shortage of barbarism and cruelty in this world. Several disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion came over, cut off the heads of these dead girls with axes, wiped the filth on their heads with dirty cloths that they got out of nowhere, and turned these heads into soft and clean works of art in the blink of an eye.

Their bald bodies were shoveled away and piled up in the place where Silver Dust had been prepared for them - the crematorium connected to the reactor.

This is what happened after the battle, against these girls, the people of the Demon Pavilion did not choose to bury them, but continued to desecrate and dismantle their bodies on the grounds of "cultivating divine skills", and did many unbearable things openly. In the other Qianling, Wan Jianxin silently watched all this, feeling that the biggest obsession in his heart was disintegrating at an incredible speed.

He had been full of hatred, he had vowed never to forgive, but when he saw the terrible and tragic fate of his enemies, he could not feel the slightest pleasure, only a faint relief of prostration.

Life is not only about the immediate future, but also about the enemy's wedding card. Sure enough, the most effective way to fù chóu is just to live better than the enemy - you Zhumen wine and meat, and the enemy is ragged, which is probably only a little more limited than lighting a sky lantern to be kind.

Wan Jianxin just watched these disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion push the sisters of the Interpretation Sect to the brink of extinction, and it would not take a few years to learn, and a large number of cynics and who were full of food and had nothing to do would emerge on the rivers and lakes, writing some sour articles to commemorate these girls who only looked good, lamenting and regretting the cruel strife of the divine skill inheritance that had once been brilliant and domineering, and provoked the death of countless swords, and talked about the severance of the inheritance and the decline of civilization, but never mentioned the monstrous disasters that erupted from the small mouth of the cherry. Wan Jianxin didn't know if his parents, Izumi Youzhi, would be happy to be like this, and whether he still wanted to wait for the day when he was wronged, he only knew that he, as a righteous path, was time to let go of this obsession and really start a new life.

"By the way, Wan Jianxin, my family suddenly remembered that when I came in, Yinchen asked my family to say a word to you. Bai Prison patted his shiny forehead: "I'm sorry, I only remembered it now." ”

Say. Wan Jianxin's voice was cold, as if he had returned to the state of immortality before comprehending the Dao of Killing, at this moment, he felt that the vitality of his whole body had gathered at a certain point in the dantian, as if the engine was filled with gasoline and inhaled the air to tighten the piston, but the only thing missing was that little bit of electric spark for starting.

He felt very uncomfortable, as if he had been imprisoned in a transparent prison, and there was always a transparent barrier blocking him from the sea and the sky, even though he was one step away.

Wan Jianxin's cold answer didn't enter the heart of the prison worship at all, no matter whether the prison worship was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, he always reacted slowly at the right time, his nerves were thick, and he could even be numb to the pain. He touched the back of his shiny head, seemed to recall something earnestly, and then said in an uncertain tone:

"Regardless of whether the dead are great or not, they have only one wish when they arrive in the underworld, that is, the relatives who are still in the world can get better. ”

He uttered such words, word by word slowly, and then the air froze.

The coercion of distraction passed in a flash, and the entire cafeteria went from a whispering whisper to a silence audible when a pin dropped. Wan Jianxin's hair was windless, and the blue-white robe on his body instantly rolled up, like a battle flag fighting against the injustice of the world. He turned around stiffly like a robot, as if it was difficult to command his body at this moment. A protective shield composed of the power of wind and thunder slowly emerged on his body, it was not that he was subject to the poison of Duolantes a minute ago, only Pei Yuan's thirteen-fold protective shield, but the protective shield of a distracting double master who really had a deep understanding of the way of killing and had a successful cultivation. His strength at this time could even stand still and take any attack from the Demon Wing Pavilion's stick.

In the Demon Dao, the distraction is twofold, and he is already an elder, and he has completely embarked on a different path with his disciples and belongs to a different class.

Wan Jianxin turned around and looked fixedly at the bald head of the prison, and the bald head slowly formed a hungry and thirsty, broad bean-sized bead of sweat. The bald head of the little fat man in prison was crystal clear under the double illumination of the light and the fluorescence of the screen, like a ball of phantasm light. Wan Jianxin looked at the bright head, and almost thought that he would be able to illuminate the darkest cave with his head without carrying a torch when he went out with him in the future.

Wan Jianxin showed a narrow smile, and stretched out his hand to knock a shudder on the head of the prison worshipper who was caught off guard: "Okay, you bald head, you dare to lie in front of me!"

"I don't have it!" Bai Prison immediately hugged his head and admitted defeat, but he still defended weakly, but unfortunately, his slightly trembling tail note would not be justified by anyone who heard it.

"Didn't you? Do you think for yourself that Silver Dust would let you say such things to me?"

"This ......"

"Hell. Wan Jianxin's face sank, but there was no hint of reproach in his tone: "You and I have been commensurate with each other for so many years, don't I Wan Jianxin still know you! You can pretend to be stupid in front of Don Ren Miàn, and be a little fat man with a bad brain, but you don't come to that in front of my Wan Jianxin." You pat yourself on your chest and tell me, did you come up with that sentence yourself? Is that what you want to say to me?"

"This ......" Bai Prison lowered his shiny bald head, and said very weakly: "Secretly I'm afraid that you won't be able to open ......"

"There's nothing I can't think of. Wan Jianxin said softly, his tone full of gentle warmth: "On the contrary, I just thought about a lot of things. It's just that I don't want you to use the name of Silver Dust to persuade me to ......"

"What did I say wrong?" Bai Prison touched his head a little ashamedly, "It won't hurt you, right-"

"You did say the wrong thing, and you made the wrong mistake in thinking that you couldn't say such a philosophical thing. Wan Jianxin put his hands behind his back, and his gait easily circled around the prison, and on the screen behind him, another face of a blazing white peony appeared, but it couldn't attract his attention at all: "Others think you're straightforward, but I don't think so." Worship prison, you are actually a very smart person, smart to the realm of great ingenuity, when we were young, we met for the first time at the righteous path martial arts conference, and now, many times, you are using that kind of stupid expression, saying a lot of things that Yin Shanluan may not be able to summarize, just like the sentence just now, it is too much of your style of worshipping prison. ”

"But, Wan Jian Xin, isn't Yinchen smarter than my family? ”

"Silver Dust is smarter than all of us, so clever that he is even invincible in the world! Wan Jianxin's voice immediately lowered again, and there was even a hint of pain mixed in his tone.

"What? Why?" This time, Bai Prison was completely stupid, he could understand this delicate and complex feeling, and the thoughts that stayed in his little bald head were very simple: Brother should have something to say, especially comforting words, he should say it directly, let Brother know that the pain is never borne by you alone, and someone is willing to carry it with you.

"Because, he is the one who is really bound by the dead, he has been carrying the deaths of several people from the time he knows us to the heart of him, Wei Wuliang, Yun Wuyue, Zhang Mengmeng, the three people in the Demon Pavilion, and there is another girl who is said to be the girl he knew before he escaped from the northern country, called Zhang Yating's ......"

"Before you escape from the North?" Bai Prison's face changed: "How old was he then?!"

"Ten years old...... That Zhang Yating may only be ten years old...... He never refused to tell us this, because the girl's death was the most untouchable place in his heart......" Wan Jianxin's voice was even a little choked: "For my brother, I can't seek justice from the northerners for him, nor can I share the slightest pain for him, this is probably the biggest failure of being a brother in the world, and even the biggest shame——"

No one spoke. Bai Jiu didn't feel hungry at this time, he only felt panic in his chest, as if he had eaten too much greasy and indigestible things, which was very uncomfortable.

They looked at each other in a daze, they didn't know what the next sentence should be, at this time, the cafeteria was already silent, because except for the two of them and Zhao Lingyun, who had been completely petrified by listening to the sidelines, everyone else silently withdrew from the cafeteria.

Against the backdrop of the three of them, a fiery white peony princess named Strange Springs was rapidly magnifying.

She is the leader of the Blazing White Peony at this moment.

......

"Whew~, finally put these dirty little hooves who don't obey discipline in order. Seeing that the last distracted elder was swept up by the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, flipped to the ground, and then tied up with a hemp rope that he didn't know where to find it, Strange Spring felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her muddy and empty eyes stared at Xu Mengli, who was defeated and fell to the ground, and raised her foot to step on her, but she put her foot down in disgust and dodged it, as if it was some kind of filth. Strange Spring's towering chest made the snow-white neck appear even whiter and more transparent under the white light, like a winning hen proudly inspecting the junior disciples of the Interpretation Sect who had not yet had time to make a move.

Among these disciples, some of them had eyes full of envy, some of them were full of fear and horror, and some of them were full of hatred and grief. Strange Quan's eyes finally fell on Han Gaoli's face, seeing the sadness, anger and grievances that she couldn't hide, but he didn't capture any determination and sacrifice in her eyes.

"Well, the little hoof is a good material to be a slave, his heart is higher than the sky but he is not hard, and he can accept the status of a lowly person......" Wei Quan nodded slightly, and when he looked at those female disciples with a little anger in his eyes, he felt more and more that Han Gaoli's weakness was commendable.

The eyes of those young women who secretly infiltrated the Interpretation Sect from Cosmos were full of confusion and guilt, and in the eyes of those centrist disciples, there was only pure sadness and hesitation, and in the eyes of those disciples who longed for independence except Han Gaoli, there was a great courage under hatred.

"Are you not convinced?" Wei Quan sneered and said: "Do you know that since the establishment of this Interpretation Sect, it has been a peripheral organization of our generation, and our generation has provided you with food and clothing, for your house and mountain gate, and for your magic secrets, and now you have a little fame and strength, so you have stiff wings to fly?!" Strange Quan's voice echoed in the small aisle, and she could clearly see Han Gaoli's eyes showing a look of hesitation and even submission, and seeing the eyes of a tall female disciple beside her, emitting an even colder light.

"We don't want to be slaves forever, when the slave family is sold into the sect division, there is still a rule, within twenty years to earn thirty gold yuan, you can redeem yourself, this is into the Interpretation of the Language Sect, it is just a lifetime to do things for the Interpretation of the Language Sect, why do you have to spend a lifetime Why do you have to live to death with the dirty work of this noble man and that county lord! The palace recruits people and pays attention to the willingness!" The tall girl beside Han Gaoli suddenly asked the big man who she would never dare to contradict on weekdays. js3v3