Chapter 110: The Grave of a Miserable Man

"Justice is in the hearts of the people?"

"Haha!"

The middle-aged man vomited blood, his face was covered with small scars, and his hand bones had already been broken by Emperor Yan. It can be said that the middle-aged man at this time is no different from a wasted person.

He looked at the darkening sky and laughed coldly, and that laugh was terrifying.

"Why are you laughing?"

Lin Feng's eyes moved, taking in the middle-aged man's actions.

Lin Feng didn't understand, he didn't understand what happened to the middle-aged man, it actually caused him to laugh wildly! No, it's the day of sneering and laughing.

"I was born without a mother, and I was born without a father. Growing up in garbage heaps, picking up garbage and eating other people's leftovers. In the eyes of those weakling, I am not even as good as a waste, no, I should say that I am not even as good as a dog. ”

The middle-aged man was full of helplessness, but under that helplessness, he was extremely desolate and sad, as well as endless hostility to this world, he laughed at what Lin Feng said, "Justice is at ease in people's hearts."

If there is justice in the world, how can he be abandoned by his parents when he is just born? How can you grow in the garbage heap and eat in the garbage heap!

Looking at Lin Feng's surprised expression, the man smiled more and more, and continued with a hideous face: "Later, I gradually knew that people's lives should be in their own hands. I don't accept it, I don't accept those who are waste, but they live a better life than me. So I cultivated hard, cultivated frantically, cultivated day and night, and finally stepped into the innate realm. But in later generations, I was hunted down by those who thought they were geniuses. ”

"If it hadn't been for the adults who saved me, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago. That's why I hate, hate this country. From then on, I knew that my life belonged to adults alone. Life or death, all he needs is a word. In this dynasty, the surname Yan must no longer be surnamed. The one surnamed Yan is not worthy of being an emperor at all. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of horror and unwillingness, and Lin Feng couldn't help but feel terrible when he saw this kind of look. He didn't know what kind of experience could make this person hate this country so much!

"No matter how much you say, you're going to die eventually."

Lin Feng's eyebrows moved lightly, and he said with a smile.

He knows that this world is unfair to middle-aged men, but this is fate! Everyone's life is in their own hands.

From the day the middle-aged man handed over his life to Song Tianren, he was destined to have this kind of fate. Die!

"Give me a good time!"

The middle-aged man raised his forehead, looked up at the sky, and scolded: "Just you, you are still worthy of controlling the lives of all things in the world." You're worthy of heaven! ”

Hearing the middle-aged man speak like this, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile softly.

Without saying that, there is no need to say more.

After all, human life is different, and no one needs to pity anyone.

Perhaps, this is the world!

"Die!"

Yes, this time Lin Feng couldn't let him go again.

He just raised his hand, then waved the sword in his hand. The sword, like a gust of wind, pierced the middle-aged man's neck. Blood gushes like a fountain in the forest of trials.

Yes! People's lives are in their own hands. Every choice you make determines your destiny.

From the moment the middle-aged man handed over his life to Song Tianren, he was destined to go against many people, such as Lin Feng. And the ending at this time is only his own life, and no one can change it. Lin Feng is no exception.

"Bury him!" Lin Feng muttered.

Lin Feng squinted his small eyes, his eyes were full of desolation, he looked at the sky, and gradually some stars crawled out, and the dark sky brightened.

Just like this world, no matter how dark it is, there will still be light after all!

Day or night, there will always be light.

"Huh!"

Emperor Yan smiled bitterly a few times, this kind of drudgery was done by him again, there was really no way at all.

Then, I saw Emperor Yan wave his palm, raise his index finger, and pierce one of his fingers into the earth.

The moment his finger pierced into the earth, the small piece of earth under Emperor Yan's feet instantly cracked. A crack opened, and the crack quickly split in all directions, forming a round hole.

Such a round hole is like a tomb! The grave of a miserable man.

Lin Feng pushed the middle-aged man into the round hole with his hand, and then, he knelt on the ground, knocked his forehead on the ground, and knocked his head a few times.

After doing this, Lin Feng stood up, he looked at his clothes, which were a little dirty, so he patted his clothes with his hand and folded away the dirt.

"You don't have to do that."

Emperor Yan looked at the darkening sky, he felt that Lin Feng didn't need to do this. After all, what the middle-aged man did would eventually get him to where he is today.

"I know."

Of course, Lin Feng knew what Emperor Yan meant, he nodded, was silent for a moment, and then said, "But I want to do this." ”

"Why?"

How many tens of thousands of years has Emperor Yan lived, how many people he has killed, if he kills every person and kowtows like this, I am afraid that even if he is Emperor Yan, this head will not be able to stand it for a long time.

"I think he is very sad, and his death is related to me, although it is his life, but after all, I killed him."

Lin Feng was silent for a while, and slowly spit out the words: "Some people know that this life is wrong, but they still want to do it, I don't understand?" ”

"I can't figure it out!"

Lin Feng still didn't figure out this problem after all, so he shook his head, a little helpless, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go find them!" ”

Between the words, Emperor Yan didn't say anything more, he just felt that the person in front of him was very different. At least not like him, or rather, a little better than him.

Then, Emperor Yan sighed, and turned into a pool of red smoke and entered Lin Feng's ring.