Weaving Dream escorted several rescued people to the nearest refuge place, along the way, the young man who threw the sickle at her turned red and pale, secretly looked at her many times, and stopped talking, when Weaving Dream went to see him, he quickly avoided his gaze.

The other people's faces were also a little embarrassed, but the young man's gaze was too deliberate, and it was difficult to pretend that he didn't see it.

Compared with the calmness of dream-weaving, the young man seemed to be a little embarrassed by being a thief.

Weaving Dream didn't directly debunk such an embarrassment, she told everyone a few words and walked into the wind and sand.

Rotten people who can't be saved when they see death......

The words of scolding her were still ringing in her ears, and she sighed silently, touching a strand of her hair that had been cut short next to her ear.

What is the purpose of saving people?

There are many reasons why people may be saved, however, she never cried for the reason that the people who were saved were grateful to her.

After meeting Zhu'an, it invisibly affected her a lot.

She just obeyed her goodness like her brother gave her medicine at that time, and didn't want to watch so many people die in vain.

In that case, why let their indifference affect themselves?

At that time, it was the same, it was possible to experience it, but it could not become that evil.

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The heavy smell of death permeated this small alley.

The man's eyes widened and he fell, and the wood in his hand fell to the side weakly, and he let out a sullen sigh with a gray dead air on his face.

There was a bloody hole the size of a fingernail in his temple, bubbling with blood, and a broken tile embedded in the blood hole.

Weaving Dream sat up from the ground with her body propped up, covering her mouth and coughing, bright red blood oozing from between her fingers.

After a moment's pause, she shook her dizzy head and stared thoughtfully at the broken tiles in her hand.

The night breeze poured into this small alley, and a chill rose in her heart.

Turning her head to look at the stiff body of the man lying on the side, she looked tired, and did not feel that it was a joy to defeat such a person.

She still killed people after all.

If the good and evil in this world have to fight to the death, that kind of evil makes her dare not agree, and this kind of goodness makes her unhappy.

A person suddenly came in at the mouth of the alley, and at a glance, the stableman rushed in in a hurry, his tone anxious and worried, "It's okay, master?"

Suddenly, he saw the tragic situation in this alley, his eyes widened, his pupils shrank suddenly, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he threw up while leaning against the wall.

There was slimy blood all over the floor, there was no place to stay, a pile of broken wood mixed with black and red blood, the walls were covered with half-dried mottled flesh, and there was a corpse lying on the ground that could no longer be seen, and the disgusting smell of blood was so strong that it was choking.

But every inch of the place, it is like purgatory.

In the blood, Weaving Dream sat quietly on the ground without speaking or getting up, indifferently watching him vomit from being frightened by such a scene.

After a while he barely straightened up, hesitating to go down the alley.

Weaving Dream casually picked up a piece of tile that had just fallen and broken, it was already stained with some blood, and pinched it in his hand,

Hard, so that the fingertips hurt a little, and when she saw that he was about to come over, she suddenly spoke to stop him, and her voice was tired, not like the tone she should have at her age.

"You'd better not come, and pretend you haven't seen me, or I'll take your life. ”

Frightened by her words, the horse herd stopped at a loss, stood at the mouth of the alley, rolled his Adam's apple, and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I just...... I want to see your wounded ......."

Weaving Dream slowed down and staggered to her feet.

"No, I see you're sick. ”

"......" The stable's mouth opened, and his throat felt extremely dry.

"Those who practice martial arts, first cultivate the mind, you have a body of martial arts but let the wicked do evil, stand by and watch, and even help the abuse, help the murder, it is for injustice! Being a slave is not despicable, loyalty is the most important, you clearly see that I want to kill him but let me kill your master, and only show up afterwards, pretending to have just arrived, it is for disloyalty! You are such a disloyal, unrighteous, cowardly rat, as disgusting as your master. ”

The stables hesitated for a moment, their voice as if they were laughing and forbearing, very strange.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand ......"

Weaving Dream threw the small tile he was holding in his hand to his feet, and with a soft sound, it stopped when it touched his boot, like a tear with blood.

"Don't you understand, it's a coincidence why a good tile suddenly falls. ”

The stableman stared at the broken tiles at his feet, an innocent smile creeping into his face.

"yes, what a coincidence, maybe tonight's style is extraordinary. ”

Weaving Dream glanced at him, didn't answer, wiped the blood dripping from his forehead, and then walked out of the small alley without looking back, no longer caring about the expression of the person behind him.

Whether it's smugness or fear.

This is a bloody world full of evil and murder.

No one who steps here has clean hands.

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From the moment she saw the tragic death of the child, the true qi in her body was running wild, rampage, and miserable.

Xu is too angry, her Phantom Flower Divine Skill suddenly went to the sky, practicing every day, and it is estimated that the time for a breakthrough in cultivation is indeed in these two days, but no matter how you think about it, you would never have thought that it would be a breakthrough in such an environment.

By the time she came to her senses and came back to her senses, she had been tied to the back of the carriage and dragged for a while, the blood-stained sack that followed the carriage and slapped it in the face.

Even through her clothes, the back hurt badly, and even if it didn't taste good now, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least not face down...... Otherwise, with her confusion just now, her face might be worn out by now.

Probably the speed at which the carriage was moving was acceptable, and she tried her best to suppress the pain in her body, staring at the hemp rope that bound her wrists, which had worn out badly after being used for too long...... Perhaps, there was also a person who was dragged like this rope in this way.

Just thinking about it like this, I feel like a knife.

She gritted her teeth and mobilized all her internal force to slam into her wrist.

After a while, with a muffled sound, he forcibly broke the rope by internal force

Demand.

With one hand pulling the carriage, she climbed onto the roof of the carriage, leaving an empty sack to continue to be towed.

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Is there really such a coincidence in the world?

Weaving Dream dragged his blood-stained body out of the alley, found the child who was left on the side of the street, gently picked him up, helped him wipe his already stiff face, and an indescribable feeling of exhaustion welled up in his heart.

The tile had just fallen on her hand, and she had looked up to see that not a single brick had fallen, but that the place had been trampled off.

It is not difficult to guess that when she was fighting with the man just now, a man stood on the roof of the alley in the alley and watched, and at that life-and-death moment, kicked a tile down.

You might as well even make a little more guessing.

There is such a man, who knows all the habits of a man, who knows that he does not know how to drive at all.

Only one person can do it.

The speed of the carriage was deliberately controlled at a just right point, not fast or slow, so as not to drag the person tied to the back of the carriage to death immediately, and not to let the man notice that he had deliberately slowed down.

Smoothly through the man's competitive temper, the man got him out of the car.

The most familiar is that men are so frivolous, and they will meet people who are forcibly dragged away at any time like weaving dreams, so whoever it is, as long as they are present at the time, they will become scapegoats.

His idea was to deliberately lure the man away, take the opportunity to kill him, and then blame the people who were present at the time.

It's just that there will be some variables.

For example, the person they arrested today is Weaving Dreams.

At first, it has been going smoothly according to his plan, but Weaving Dream broke free from the rope by himself and became a sudden variable.

He changed his mind at the moment and decided to wait and see what happened.

At the most critical moment, he deliberately kicked a tile down.

Lend her hand and kill the person he wants to kill the most.

It turns out that the most terrifying thing in this world is the human heart.

So, it's just a matter of watching it again, it's not a big deal.

That's when she learned a thing.

Sometimes the line between good and evil doesn't seem so clear.

What if a murderer kills someone because he kills someone to save him?

Therefore, if you want to help others, it is useless to just say it, you don't have the ability to match it, you can only have pity in your heart, make empty promises, but you can't do anything, and it is another evil deed to be good to yourself and others.

If you want to face yourself and help others, only you can become strong first.

Only when you can see how dirty your soul is, will you understand how precious kindness is.

(End of chapter)