"Indeed, there is no conflict."

"But if I have the chance, I will definitely kill you without hesitation."

The black robe nodded and did not refute Yu Sanshui's remarks.

In fact, at this point, it doesn't matter what morality or theory is!

Yu Sanshui is almost clear, I don't want to die!

So, I'm going to drag more people into the water!

The mudier the water, the greater the chance of victory for the Terrans, and the greater the chance of his life!

As for whether he will be directly killed by a group of angry people after the victory of the Terran race, that is already a later story, at least for now, it is not in Yu Sanshui's consideration.

At this time, she clearly expressed her refusal, and she had no doubt that Yu Sanshui would definitely make a move, expose herself, and drag herself into the water.

The moment he found himself, the end was already doomed.

"Hey, hey!"

"It's also fun to be killed by a woman you like!"

"I'm looking forward to that day, and I hope you can live and finish that fight."

Yu Sanshui still has a cheap smile on his face, just like back then, in short, no matter what angle you look at, this guy is the most unbeatable.

"This is what Yu Mo arranged for you to do?"

The black robe ignored Yu Sanshui's fleshy love words and spoke coldly.

At the mention of Yu Mo, Yu Sanshui sneered: "This kind of small calculation, he still takes the initiative to order?" I guess it's been thought about a long time ago. ”

"Otherwise, do you think that if you are a dignified Nine Jue, or you still have a relatively high sense of existence in the human race, I can find you, those old guys in the Mo Pavilion are blind?"

"So sometimes, you really don't need to hate me, both of us just yearn for freedom, unrestrained duckweed, and in the end we are bound by this vast land, and can only be like chess pieces, to exercise our mission."

"Today, I won't come, tomorrow, maybe you will see the other nine senses."

"It's just that it's most convenient to use me at the moment."

For these, Yu Sanshui seemed to have thought about it, and even his emotions seemed unusually calm when he said it, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and finally waved his hand at the black robe from afar.

"Don't even think about running!"

"The moment I appeared in front of you, you were already firmly locked in the ink pavilion!"

"You don't want people, the war between the two demon clans hasn't started yet, so I'll take your sacrificial flag first, right?"

As she spoke, Yu Sanshui had already put her hands in her pockets and left into the distance, and when the black robe was still slightly distracted, the person had disappeared from her field of vision, leaving the black robe standing alone in place, clenching his fists hidden under the cuffs.

"Back pad..."

"Perhaps, I can try to find the old ones who aren't sure if they're dead."

After a long time, the black robe muttered thoughtfully.

One second she was still angrily scolding Yu Sanshui's shameless behavior, but the next second she joined in without any sense of disobedience, as if she was doing something that was normal.

As Yu Sanshui said, they are actually very similar.

They are all the kind of beings who don't like to be constrained, are selfish, and yearn for freedom.

They will easily not show their faces, nor will they threaten the safety of the Terrans at every turn, they will only choose a way to live a relaxed and comfortable way.

But if one day, this tranquility is broken, then they will be more afraid of death than anyone else, and will do everything they can to protect themselves.

This wilderness, after a brief quarrel, regains its tranquility again.

Only the occasional sound of cicadas adds a touch of color to the tranquility.

……

"Junior Yu Mo, ask to see Jiujue senior!"

Ink City, the headquarters of the black market!

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, looked at the closed door in front of him, and suddenly shouted loudly.

No one responded.

Yu Mo was not angry, just waited quietly, and after about half a minute, he spoke again: "Do you think that Yu Mo is not qualified to talk to you, or do you say... Whether the Terrans survive or not has nothing to do with you? ”

"Whatever the reason..."

"If my predecessors don't show up today, they will all be enemies of my ink pavilion."

"Yumo, do what you say!"

Yu Mo's voice continued to echo in midair.

The Confucian standing behind him stiffened, lowered his head slightly, and covered his face.

"In this world, 99.9 percent of the people in the world, I have beaten them."

"But you only provoke the remaining 0.1, or even 0.01, every time!"

"Are you bent on dying?"

Confucian Sheng was exhausted, and his face was full of tiredness.

A smile appeared on Yu Mo's face, and he shook his head: "It's okay, this family has always valued peace, so it shouldn't beat me..."

Before he finished his words, a small pebble suddenly threw out of the house in front of him, crossed a graceful arc in mid-air, and finally landed on the top of Yu Mo's head, making Yu Mo subconsciously sigh.