Outside the cell, an indigo figure was silent for a long time......

Sang walked out of the slave prison from time to time, rubbing his hands, heh, I haven't vented for a long time, and I haven't hurt like this for a long time. Sure enough, it's really ironic to hurt others and suffer the pain of backlash.

She smiled and kept walking, but in the night, her lonely figure was trembling slightly......

"All the time. A warm voice came, which frightened Sang Wushi in the silence of the night, she turned her head and saw Desireless standing behind her out of nowhere, "I have something to tell you." His mind was a seriousness that Sang Wushi had never seen before.

...... She looked at him, suddenly yawned, and smiled: "Then let's talk about it here, the scenery is just right." With that, she walked to the wooden pavilion in front of her and sat down. It's just right here, green grass and red flowers, dark wood rotten forests, and a secluded night lake, which is terrifyingly quiet.

Desireless also walked slowly to sit down opposite her, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

Sang Wushi looked up at the eternal full moon in the night sky, then turned his head to stare at him and quipped: "It's the dead of night now, you stopped me in such a quiet place, but you want to make a promise?"

Desireless didn't reply, just spread a clean cloth in front of the table, moving gently and slowly.

Sang Wushi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Don't you want to sleep here?"

saw that he glanced at her speechlessly, and then waved his hand, and the sandalwood guqin that she had seen countless times landed steadily above, and he had no desire to slowly straighten his body.

For a while, the rhythm of the music was flying, coming out of the guqin leisurely, melodious and tactful, clear and light, faint and quiet, the aftersound was evocative, and the anxious heart seemed to be able to gradually calm down at this time.

In the melodious sound of the piano, Wu Desire, who had been silent for a long time, finally slowly spoke: "I happened to see what you and Chi Shu did, in the human world in the past, and it is also today's slave prison, I want to ask you, don't you have any feelings about what you have done at any time?"

Sang Wushi just looked at him like this, something flashed in his golden eyes for a while, and he suddenly smiled: "Those slaves can't get out of here, and they live in pain, especially the old people, isn't it considered that I have relieved them like this?" After a pause, looking at Wuxi's slightly frowning brows, she then smiled: "And even if I don't do this, they will be in pain to death sooner or later." But in this way, you can still please Lord Chi, why not?"

The sound of the piano did not stop, and in the coolness, he raised his eyes and asked slowly: "Then are you happy?" The warm eyes seemed to have dissipated a little bit of the alienation of the past, and the long fan was inciting, and there was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

"I think it's funny. She still laughed.

"All the time, you are too angry and have demons. The song I have played for you today will serve to relieve the troubles of your heart. I've seen too many people who can't control their selfish desires and dissipate the world. But even if you and I fall into demons, our hearts should not be empty, so what is the difference between that and the walking dead? You should understand the warmth and coldness of the human beings in the world, and the pain and sorrow. He looked her in the eye and continued, "Then you won't be so violent. ”

...... Sang Wushi didn't answer, the smile on her beautiful face gradually disappeared, and a sneer appeared in her eyes, "You said so much love and righteousness, why did you still kill that couple in the human realm that day?

Without desire, he gently hooked his fingers, and between the lingering sounds, a calming and relieving aura gently enveloped the two of them, he raised his eyes and said softly: "That's Lord Chi's order, I have no right to disobey." You may say that I am no different from her, but...... If Master Chi didn't speak, I wouldn't hurt innocent people. But that doesn't mean I'm a good person, because I don't have a lot of sin in my hands. But wanton slaughter, that is not the work of a flesh-and-blood man. ”

"Chi Shu has no intention, but you are different. ”

......

Sang was silent all the time, looked at him, and sighed without desire, "The blade in your hand and the hatred in your heart are to be repaid to those who deserve it." As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He looked at her, she looked at him.

Suddenly, Sang laughed all the time, "I'm not the walking dead, I have my own ideas...... It's not that you blindly follow others," but suddenly, the smile disappeared, "You and I are not all the way after all, so although you are smart and organized...... Doesn't Lord Chi still dislike you?"

She got up slowly and said lightly: "You can't read me, and you can't read Chi Shu either, but I can understand him, because ...... We are one type of people. ”

After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave, she, for some reason, was a little angry at the moment, not angry without desire, but inexplicably more irritable.

As soon as he took a step, his hand tightened, and when he turned around, he unexpectedly grabbed her without desire, and when he looked back, the distance between the two was only a fist, but this time he didn't dodge as usual, but looked directly at her. "How many people have you seen? How many joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows have you seen? Have you ever been betrayed? Have you ever shed tears of sadness? Your heart has never beaten for others, right?"

...... "Don't speak?" or do you want to say those pompous things again, or post them to see how nervous I look? But I'm so close to you today, why don't I move?"

Sang Wushi hooked his lips, slowly shook off his hand, and said indifferently: "I have seen too much pain and sorrow, I have seen too many tragic stories, and even said that I have met more than you have seen and heard. So don't speculate about other people with your thoughts, you don't know if that's what they want. ”

After saying that, without hesitation, she left. The thin red clothes walked very resolutely in that bleak night.

......

It's just that her steps are still unnoticeable and slightly unsteady. Oh, why bother, what he said was just some hypocritical words.

The night breeze blew and blew on the body, unexpectedly with a little coolness. She didn't stop, the long hair that fell from her chest blew slightly across her calm face, and her star-bright golden eyes seemed to be full of emotions and nothing.

When she was conscious in this earthly world, she was already an adult. She has walked on the top of snow-capped mountains, stepped on endless desert sand seas, climbed barren mountains and waste roads, crossed raging rivers and seas, and found her own place in the gloomy and dark jungles, and snatched food under the pursuit of ferocious monsters, but why is this world so big, each field has its own small territory, but refuses to give her a small place?

Later, there was finally a place willing to take her in. It was a place where she could remember killing people and setting fires. Whoever kills more will have meat to eat, and he will have the right to speak. After each bloody killing, they share the food with their unbridled laughter. Wild talk resounded all over her world, and they seemed genuinely happy, she thought at the time. So, in order to share the meat with them and laugh together, she also learned from them. Killing, endless killing, those who died at her hands tearing and screaming, even if her body hurts to the core, she doesn't stop, because, the people behind her can raise their arms and laugh so happily, they can not care about the physical pain, so, she thought, she can too.

It's just that she didn't know at that time, the pain in her body due to murder, from beginning to end, she was the only one who suffered.