0837 His conscience

The afterglow of the setting sun stained the sky blood......

The desolate queue was very long, and no one said a word, and they all silently watched Gong Xize go away.

Chi Xiaoyu didn't understand a little, before she came to Black Dragon Island, she felt that this island was full of sins.

Pirates, as the name suggests, are not a good thing.

When I came, I found that there were all old and weak women and children...... Although everyone was quiet, she clearly saw the tears in everyone's eyes.

Gong Xize's mood was extremely heavy, and after entering the door, he kicked over a table, and then went upstairs without looking back.

Chi Xiaoyu turned to look at Xiao Mo suspiciously.

Xiao Mo also had a worried face, and his voice was heavy.

"In this shipwreck, we lost a total of 30 brothers. Twenty-nine were arrested and ten were secretly executed...... These people all have families, parents and children, and they are all begging for a living. ”

"But is there no other way? For example, farming! I see that this island is very big and rich. After all, robbing merchant ships is also a bad thing! ”

Gong Xize's residence is a castle, and he has to pass through the center of the entire village along the way, so Chi Xiaoyu also has a clear view of the current situation of the entire village.

In fact, this village looks quite beautiful, the streets are clean, and the village houses are all American-style villas, and it seems that the residents are living a good life.

"When the young master came, it was not like this. At that time, it was just a poor little fisherman, living in a small shabby straw hut. It's at the crossroads of three countries, it's unmanaged, it's chaotic. Violence and killing were rife everywhere. The life of the people was miserable, and it was the young master who led them to arm themselves with guns. In fact, the young master did not rob all merchant ships, most of the robberies he robbed were illegal ships that were sold and smuggled, and those people deserved to die......"

Chi Xiaoyu was shocked again.

In the mouth of the night firmament, Gong Xize is heinous, and it doesn't seem to be the case now.

It was late at night.

Chi Xiaoyu lay on the bed and couldn't sleep.

Turning over and over.

Holding her mobile phone, she turned out photos of Xiao Liang, each one of which was so cute, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't get tired of it.

Can't sleep.

In the quiet of the night, she heard the faint sound of the piano.

Gloomy and tactful, full of deep sorrow, is the sound of the violin......

She put on her dressing gown, pushed open the door and walked out.

Ignoring the voice, he saw a figure on the hillside behind the castle.

The moonlight tonight is particularly beautiful, illuminating the hillside covered with grass and flowers, and the breeze is gentle and the night is beautiful.

Gong Xize didn't wear a mask, only a beautiful long windbreaker, and he was pulling very affectionately in the night, and at his feet, a snow-white mat was spread.

There are bottles and glasses on top.

She sat on the cushion and looked at him with her glass in hand......

She had never seen such a sad Gong Xize, and in the end, the song was not finished and the strings broke.

He slammed the violin down with all his might, until it was smashed to pieces, and then he stroked his forehead in pain and crouched down.

"Xiao Kui ......"

"I'm really useless, I'm really useless, let so many brothers die in vain!" His voice was choked and grief-stricken.

She sighed deeply, "Xiaokui, don't be sad, people can't be resurrected after death...... I think what you should do is how to make life better for the living! ”