The girl leaned closer to me with tears in her eyes, and said with a sad face: "These guys are not afraid of death, they are really perverted." ”

I smiled calmly, helped her to sit on the Optimus Pig, and then stepped on her and said to her, "Don't worry, wait a minute." ”

The girl was puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"

As he spoke, Goatee slashed his sword into the air again: "Extinguish!"

The four phalanxes erupted in a deafening roar at the same time, and the golems raised their spears and charged. The girl shouted, "Make a move!"

My hand was pressed on her shoulder, and I didn't move, my eyes fixed on the enemy who was getting closer and closer to us, a hundred paces...... Fifty steps...... Thirty steps...... Ten Steps......

Syllable!

I swirled the pig's tail hard, and it rose into the air.

Immediately, there was the sound of ** armor hitting each other and the blades tearing apart the flesh and skin, and there was a clang...... Dingdingding...... Puff puff......

Even if there were a few puppets in the front row who reacted in time, they couldn't stop the inertia of many accomplices in the back row, and the four phalanxes were stirred into a pot of paste. Some of the puppets were thrust into several spears at the same time and turned into hedgehogs, while some spears passed through several puppets at once, like sugar gourds, and most of them died on the spot.

"Haha, stewed walking dead!" the girl clapped and applauded.

The dozen or so surviving puppets were unaware of the fiasco, remembering only their mission, and as soon as they got up, they threw their spears at us. As I expected, I grabbed Optimus Prime's two jasmine-like ears and flickered, dodging the spears one by one, and using a kill move before they fell. I saw that these spears were more obedient than the puppets, and they turned their spearheads and went straight to the direction of the goatee.

"What kind of demon magic?!" the goatee screamed, rolled over and fell off his horse, and fell into the mud. He desperately tore off the white robe that had tripped his feet, and fled into the distance with a rolling belt. In fact, he didn't have to be afraid at all, I didn't mean to take his life, these dozen spears were automatically arranged in a circle under my control, about a foot apart, like a cage drawer without a cover, falling from the sky, covering the goatee in it with great precision. The inertia of the goatee's running caused him to crash straight between the two spears, and his body could not pass, but his head was stuck in it, and he could not move for a while, and he screamed in a hurry.

This is the first time I have captured a prisoner alive with the killing technique, and even the girl couldn't help but admire: "Ouch, you've all played with flowers." ”

I smirked, and after easily eliminating the remaining dozen or so puppets, I and the girl began to help the injured villagers. At this time, Yi Zhenfeng and his Wind-shaped friends also rushed here, but they didn't seem to be able to help us except blow the sweat on our bodies and chase away the mosquitoes around us.

The village has been completely destroyed, and the rest of the people are homeless, so you can't take them with you, but you can't leave them alone, there are probably still remnants of enemies nearby, and danger will come again at any time. I looked at these defenseless survivors, helpless. The girl had an idea, opened the map on the Optimus Pig, found a nearby city, and said to me, "It's better for us to send them there in batches with the Optimus Pig than to die here." ”

This plan is good, but the villagers don't seem to be interested, and these victims, who have just lost their homes and relatives, are in rags and wounded, and they all drag their bodies and support each other towards the pile of puppet corpses. At first I thought they were going to mend the dying puppets to vent their anger. Unexpectedly, when the villagers walked there, they carefully dragged out the puppets that had not lost their breath one by one, helped them aside, and bandaged their wounds......

What's going on? Am I dazzled? Didn't these puppets just go after them? Didn't their house just be burned down by the puppets? Didn't their relatives just be killed by the puppets? Aren't they being beaten stupid?

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?!" the girl couldn't help but cry.

The villagers were doing their best to treat the wounded puppets, and they had no time to pay attention to our doubts, even their own wounds, their movements were so graceful, their expressions were so peaceful, there was no sign of the slaughter, and even a few villagers actually walked to the spear array, intending to release the goatee.

I couldn't stand this anymore, so I hurriedly rushed over and grabbed a villager's arm and asked, "Are you crazy?

The villager turned his head, looked at me with a look of great compassion, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you only see killing in your eyes?"

When I heard this, my heart trembled, and I felt that there was a hidden light shining above his head, auspicious clouds surging under his feet, his whole body was full of energy, and every inch of his skin was glowing with golden brilliance, which only set off my humility as dust, and I was so ashamed that I couldn't answer a word.

"Nonsense, weren't these puppets just killing? Are you blind, or are you brain-dead?" the girl's sharp retort interrupted my out-of-body experience.

The villager was not angry, a smile appeared on his face blackened by the fireworks, and he said slowly: "There are good and evil people, and death is noble and low, for the wicked people, death is tantamount to killing, and after death, they fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, and they are miserable, but for good people, death is a kind of transcendence, and their souls can thus fly to the Nine Heavens, isn't it a good thing?"

"Okay, your sister, neurotic!" the girl was almost stunned by this logic, and drew her short sword, gesturing in front of the villager's eyes, "Then why don't you let them overtake you?

The villager did not shy away from the blade of the sword, and calmly explained: "It is precisely because this is a good thing that we should give this opportunity to others first, how can we covet our own good fortune and compete with others? Those deceased souls are actually looking at us with a smile from above the nine heavens at this moment! Quickly put away the sword, don't hurt their hearts." In my opinion, you girl is too angry, and the evil fire is attacking her heart, so don't step into the devil's path by mistake. ”

At this time, many villagers came around, and I was worried that the girl would hurt her by mistake, so I persuaded her to take the sword back. The villagers didn't care, but instead started educating us.

An old man on crutches was the first to speak: "Young man, I have lived for such an age, and I have seen countless births, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle of all things is normal, and I can see through life and death freely." As the saying goes, if a person dies and cannot be resurrected, why should he kill more people for the sake of the dead? If you blindly cling to the tragedy of the past, your future will not become a comedy; if you take care of other people's mistakes, why are you not making new mistakes?" This old man's three sons, three daughters-in-law, and five grandchildren all lost their lives in this attack, and he really has more say than us in the matter of life and death, and his words are so full of dialectics that it instantly brought a strong earthquake of 18 magnitude to my outlook on life.

An old woman who had almost lost her teeth trembled and added, "When is the time for retribution? You must know that the noblest way of revenge in the world is to repay grievances with virtue, and only the most fearless and powerful people know how to be tolerant. Once you have tolerance, you have infinite power and charm, and when your heart is wider than the sky, the whole world will be taken into your heart. Her wife, the head of the village, had just been buried in the fire, but she didn't shed a single tear. It turns out that tolerance is the common belief of the people in this village, no wonder they are so noble and charming, even if they are killed all over the field by the invaders, they must repay their grievances with virtue and let the invaders die in shame.

A young woman who was breastfeeding squeezed out of the crowd, straightened her clothes with her hands that had been wrinkled by her proud bust, and said with a look of compassion: "As the saying goes, tolerance is greatness, and tolerance is forbearance, these puppets have also entered the village many times before, burning and looting countless times, if we think about it, do we still go to the country of Zhixu to burn and loot? They killed my husband and infant child, if I really want to return one life for another, will I still kill the lover and child of one of them?" Do you know that the puppets are poor people without families, without seven emotions and six desires, without joys and sorrows, they can't enjoy everything we have, they have nothing but a rotten life, and now you want to deprive them of this only right, how can you bear it?" Her statement was full of emotion, and looking at the twin peaks that accompanied the ups and downs of the pitch, I deeply realized what great love is boundless, and what the sea is immeasurable, and at the same time I felt disgusted for the barbaric act of killing so many lonely puppets in cold blood just now. >