"What is justice?" he tried to solve Lin Qiguang at the root. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "You are always pursuing your justice, ignoring the claims of others, and imposing your justice on others, is this what you call justice?"

Lin Qiguang raised his eyebrows: "Of course, some people just want to be a slave, if you don't let him be a slave, he will hate me, and what about you? What is the difference between you? For you, destroying my will is justice." And for me, it is my justice to let everyone carry out my will!"

"You seem to have forgotten something, justice is just a noun, but it has different interpretations in the eyes of different people. Justice is a standard, for some people, the standard of justice is morality, and for some people, the standard of justice is law, or simply a thing or a person.

So, what is my criterion? My criterion is myself! To put it mildly, I think it is righteous, even if others think it is not, then it must be, if I think it is not, then others think it is and that must not be. ”

Lin Qiguang said loudly.

Without waiting for him to answer, Lin Qiguang continued: "I am a solipsist, who can I prove but me? I can even say that everything except me is illusory, it does not exist at all, and I can even say that I do not realize that I am a mental illness."

Hehe, seriously, I kind of hate your appearance, do you know why? Because you are so ignorant and naïve that you are easily persuaded by others, you don't have any opinions of your own at all, one is a supporter of procedural justice, and the other is that you think that the outcome justice is justified.

You don't have any position at all! I say I'm from you, but I just hate it!"

After speaking, Lin Qiguang gently touched his forehead with his hand, and he was directly shattered little by little, turning into light particles and nothingness.

"Humph!"

Lin Qiguang suddenly woke up from his dream and let out an exclamation, there was not a dark darkness without light, but a faint light hidden by the curtains.

Lin Qiguang looked at his hand, made a whirring sound, and touched the sheets, but he was wet with sweat.

At this time, the panel of the system appeared in front of Lin Qiguang.

"Missions: B-level - slaying demons, facing the past, preaching, etc. Earn a B-rank medal and 2000 bonus points. ”

"Break through the demons of the heart: you can convert mental power into energy or directly replace energy with mental power. Mental power has better compatibility with sword intent, etc. ”

Lin Qiguang touched a handful of sweat and said, "How much time has passed since before entering?"

"Because of the speed of time, it takes about ten minutes. The system replied.

"Well, it's not too late. Lin Qiguang thought, if it was only ten minutes, then it was still within the range of acceptance, after all, this can be used as a reference, and in other worlds, there are too many uncertainties hidden, Lin Qiguang doesn't even know if he will miss decades here because he has been suppressed by the aborigines of the world for hundreds of years.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Qiguang began to think about how to use those reward points.

Lin Qiguang didn't plan to exchange for any exercises or bloodlines, because Lin Qiguang felt that if he wanted to maximize his strength, then the precipitation and exercise of time were essential.

Therefore, Lin Qiguang plans to take another route - prop flow.

But Lin Qiguang doesn't want to go through the props flow on the science and technology side, if it is the four basic forces, which cannot be exchanged now, it can be properly considered in the future, but Lin Qiguang has not yet determined whether gunpowder can react in this world, and the same is true for others, if it costs a lot of money, it will be a tragedy.

Therefore, Lin Qiguang plans to exchange for a fantasy one, at least this can still be touched a little bit with the world he is in now, unlike the science and technology side, which may be basically correct physically, but chemistry is collectively on the street.

At least Lin Qiguang knew that the world had not yet invented gunpowder.

"Okay, that's it. Lin Qiguang thought, "System, that's it!"

"Broken Magic Sword: One B-rank medal, two thousand bonus points. It can constantly imprison the enemy's soul by killing the enemy, and the more souls it absorbs, the more powerful it becomes, and it will continue to repair itself while becoming stronger. ”

When Lin Qiguang was confirmed, an unsheathed sword appeared in front of Lin Qiguang, and Lin Qiguang did not rush to wrap it up, but held the hilt of the sword with his hand.

This is a sword that looks extremely sharp, the hilt looks like it is made of gold, and it is inlaid with several precious stones, which is simply the perfect synonym for a local tyrant. However, its blade is not as flamboyant and full of tyrant atmosphere as the hilt, but a more restrained but undisguised sharpness.

The blade is very slender like a Western fencing sword, but it doesn't look like a fencing needle, and it looks like a very flat and slender sword.

It's as thin as a needle, but it's definitely different, and it gives people a feeling of rigidity.

When Lin Qiguang held the hilt of the sword, a feeling of cold and frost hit him, and gradually flowed upstreams along Lin Qiguang's veins.

In this refreshing feeling, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to restrain themselves, and only a strong person who has condensed the sword intent can control himself.

This is a sword that can only be controlled when it reaches the level of sword intent, and at this time, it is necessary to use sword intent to deter it.

Moreover, if the sword intent is a little weaker, then it may not even be able to truly deter this sword with spirituality, and the spirituality of this sword will temporarily hibernate, and when the master is in trouble, he will suddenly fall into the well and fight back.

Obviously, this is a sword that only the strong are qualified to use, thinking that no one but the strong will be able to submit it!

But does Lin Qiguang need to think about this? Of course not!

Lin Qiguang's brows were just furrowed, and the righteous sword intent flowed into the veins, colliding with the cold intent-for-tat. But it was silent, without the slightest fluctuation, and after those chills touched the righteous sword intent, it seemed as if they were shrouded in fog, and disappeared completely without a trace.

And that magic sword finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately turned around and ran, Lin Qiguang's sword intent chased all the way to the tips of his fingers, and finally expelled the chill that was enough to erode people's hearts.

"Good. Lin Qiguang stuck his sword on the ground, and suddenly, the place within one meter of the blade was covered with a thick layer of frost.