Since the last murder, there have been some days without incident. In today's border city, as long as it is night, there will be countless people lurking everywhere, watching every grass and tree in every corner of the border city.

In this way, if the person is afraid, it is fine, and the matter is very likely to be over. However, if that person commits another murder case of the Hades Ring. I'm afraid it's like putting a pot of oil into the fire, which will definitely excite those uninvited guests from afar.

Zuo Qian raised the wine glass in his hand in boredom, as if considering whether to drink it or not. In the end, he threw the quilt on the table in disgust, stood up and stretched his limbs: "What a boring day." I really miss the days in the Holy Martial Academy, and I can do a great job every day. ”

"Oh, what you mean by being beaten down every day and being carried back by people?" Yan Xin slowly counted down this companion who didn't know the height of the sky. If you want to call him stupid, his brain is not bad. But everyone knows that he retreats in the face of difficulties, but he doesn't know what to do, and he has to bump it to be at ease.

"Hmph, I'm going to be the one who is strong. The so-called strong people, in the process of growth, will not be succumbed to this little setback and tribulation. Even death can't stop me from moving forward. Those who knocked me down, sooner or later I will also let them fall and crawl under my crotch. Zuo Qian said categorically, with an unwavering expression in his eyes.

"I already understand your masochistic tendencies, so I will not accompany you. Since you are so unwilling to be lonely, why don't I give you a chance to practice tonight. lest thou itch thy hands and whine every day. ”

"Oh, looks like you've got a plan. It's better to let me enjoy it, otherwise I'll still feel unbalanced when I come to this poor place where birds don't. ”

"Haha, I'm afraid you'll play yourself to death, don't blame me then. ”

"That's very good, it's exactly what I want. This backwooded place is as disgusting to me as a filthy rag full of devastation. Food, drink, and shelter are not as good as those of the empire. The garbage that grew up in this kind of place, if it weren't for the idleness and no choice, I wouldn't be too lazy to do it, and I would have dirty my hands. Zuo Qian looked at the food and drinks on the table in disgust, and felt the urge to kick the table over.

The heavenly evil carried the burden all the way and stopped and stopped, and from time to time I saw some people in different costumes. Most of them talk about regular conversations, thinking that they are people with backgrounds and backgrounds.

The call was first circulated in the three continents, and for the convenience of communication, those powerful families and extremely prosperous cities would speak on the phone. In a small town like a border town, the local language is still more fluent. The local language is a little different from the call in terms of tone, and some special words are also very different or even different from the call.

When the spirits gather together, they will fight more or less because of various contradictions or because of some trivial things. Even if an ordinary person fights, it will hurt the skin, and the serious one will hurt the muscles and bones. But for the doctors of this world, it's all a piece of cake. But for wounds that are injured by spiritual power, ordinary medicinal materials have almost no effect.

The people in front of them swarmed in, and one of them shouted loudly: "Run, there is a fight with a high-level spirit." ”

Those who had originally planned to find out, as soon as they heard this, they became one of the fleeing members in a trembling way.

The Heavenly Evil approached the outside of the crowd of onlookers and saw that there were two men who were fighting each other. They fought hotly, and others smiled when they saw it. Many people giggled and pointed at the two of them to comment on their martial arts. There are also many people who joke and look like they are gloating. There were also many people who stood with their fists folded and watched silently.

The two people who were fighting seemed to be aware of this, but the enemies were very red when they met, where could they take care of so much? Looking at their fighting situation, I am afraid that they will not stop without distinguishing between life and death. The two fought, and wherever they passed, spiritual power collided and spread everywhere. It can be potholes, or walls and houses will collapse. Just pity the residents and the owners of a few shops. I saw them gathered together, looking at the destroyed houses and crying.

When such a thing happens, how dare they complain at all? They can only cry and mourn, break their teeth and swallow it.

The strong deprived, oppressed and destroyed the property and even the lives of the weak, the strong took it for granted, and the weak actually thought the same. The meaning of life has been insulted by them.

What a terrible world it is, to think that the cage of the mind is part of the mind.

Soon, someone was not strong enough and was kicked out. The onlookers unhurriedly turned sideways and moved out of the way, and even worse, the corners of their mouths were filled with a boring smile, as if they were extremely dissatisfied that the fight was over. Despite the crowd of onlookers, no one was touched by the person who flew out.

The man fell to the ground, slid out a shallow ditch ten meters long in the street, and finally stopped under an old tree. The people next to the old tree reacted, and they all screamed and fled. And a few timid women looked at it dumbfounded for a moment, their brains blank.

The man who was kicked away, his face pale, tried to struggle. He was just halfway up when a sharp sword flew through his heart, leading people to die on the old tree.

"Ah・・・・・・h

Among the onlookers, a few pointed at the frightened lady and laughed, as if to laugh at their timidity.

The man who had killed his opponent walked slowly towards the dead, enjoying the pointing and pointing of the onlookers just now. The victor has the qualifications to be admired, the capital of pride, and the right to humiliate the weak. This is their logical thinking, simple and to the point.

The death of a spirit seems to them to be a very common thing. Because those who have come to their point have seen too many dead people. In their view, the value of life is measured by strength. As high as everyone admires, as low as worthless. The strong are respected, and the weak are fed.

Isn't the law of the jungle the only rule in this world?

The strong can build more rules on this basis and let the weak follow his rules.

And the rules are built to make those who are stronger than them break them.

Whether it is the breaking of the old rules or the establishment of new rules, they are all established on the rule of the jungle. They all think so, so convinced.

The man drew his sword and wiped it over the dead man's clothes over and over again. He seemed to be enjoying the process, and finally spat disdainfully at the dead man, and walked away with a cold voice.