Chapter 58 Good and Evil

Mao mourning now feels like going back to many years ago, when he had not joined the Demon Sect, or even heard of the Demon Sect at all.

I remember that at that time, my family coincided with the year of famine in China. Tens of thousands of miles of land, there was no harvest, and the grass roots that could barely enter the land were eaten by the hungry crowd, leaving only the remains of the ground.

At that time, when China and its neighboring Ming were at war, China suffered a national disaster, and Ming was eager to see it on the wall, so there was no great famine in China to provide any assistance. Instead, it strictly controlled the outflow of rice grain from its own country and watched the natural disaster tortured China to death.

Unfortunately, Mao mourning is one of the thousands of famine exiles.

Mao mourning will never forget that night.

That night, the night was very deep, like the primeval forest you are now in, with a thick dark ink.

It was the time when Death harvested fresh life. After eating the last handful of Guanyin soil, Mao mourning stood on his stomach that was indigestible because of the soil and was extremely incompatible with his body, guarding the body of his sister's body that had just died, ready to be buried the next day.

According to his master's later words, he was born with a hard life and was born to defeat other people's lives, so he survived alone.

Every time he heard this, Mao mourned wanted to laugh and wanted to survive... He even remembered that the wind was so permeating that night. A hungry wolf stood in front of him, staring at the body of his newborn sister, showing a greedy light.

It is so hungry that it is unwilling to spend any effort to deal with the weak Mao mourning, but puts its spirit on the dead body. However, if Mao mourning dares to resist, the hungry wolf will not spare its last bit of killing power.

Mao mourning looked at the hungry wolf, but the more afraid he looked at Mao mourning. The more he looked at Mao mourning, the more he was afraid of his opponent's strength. Finally, he handed over his sister's body and left the wooden house...

From then on, he had a hungry wolf on his back and gnawed away from the weakness of the world. The only thing that could make him worship was strength.

And now, the naked man who originally stood quietly like a sculpture is undoubtedly such a person. The man who had made Mao think that he had been controlled slowly turned around, and his clean and white face sparkled with a pair of dark gold alternating eyes, like stars in the dark night. Constantly shining.

"What a beautiful pair of eyes." Although Mao Wei's heart was about to fall into the freezing point, Mao Wei couldn't help praising such a pair of eyes. Since stepping into the magic door and practicing the green eye magic skill, Mao mourning has always been deeply infatuated with his eyes, thinking that this is a pair of God-given eyes. Every trace of light it shines is so perfect and enchanting that it can dispel all the uneasiness in Mao's heart. However, in the face of these two dark golden pupils, Mao mourning couldn't help but feel embry. This is the real art, and this is the real beauty!

Just when Mao was in a state of turmoil, suddenly there was no feeling in his body. He could not feel his heartbeat, his breathing, or even the cool breeze blowing behind him.

He saw the man hidden in the black fog, shining with the mysterious dark golden pupils, and next to him were a group of his frightened men, as well as Zhao Ling.

"Hello, Mao Wei. Now we can have a good talk." The man smiled, but the smile made him feel a chill spread.

"I didn't expect that there would be such masters in this mountain and field. I fell down this time." When he really talked to Wang Qi, Mao Wei was no longer afraid.

Wang Qi looked at the man in front of him and fell into a moment of silence. He was a poor person who should be killed. From the moment he fell into his own illusion, his thoughts and thoughts have actually been reflected in Wang Qi's mood vividly. His love, his hatred, what he did... and even against him The feeling of his dark golden eyes flashed one by one in Wang Qi's calm and waveless state of mind.

In the face of such a heart distorted by the experience of life and the environment of life, Wang Qi feels most of it, but it can't be let go. The situation of life is so wonderful. You can't complain about what kind of growth environment God has given you, nor can you complain about why we came out of the birth. I have to be weaker than others, or why do I have to go through so much suffering.

Life can't be repeated. Everyone has only once. Whether you were rich or poor, noble or cheap maidservant, when you die, you will find that all this is just a passing cloud. This is Wang Qi's current idea and the concept that Mao mourninghouse has been implementing.

Therefore, Mao mourning can kill tens of thousands of people without blinking, and can kill women and children without being ashamed, because in his heart, killing is no longer a evil thing. Rich and poor, poor people lose their ambition, and the results created by the environment are understood at the moment of death. Maybe he has also been looking for this Let alone to relieve him.

Wang Qi couldn't help sighing. Maybe he was the only person in the world who understood Mao's mourning, but the only person who knew him was destined to become the person who killed him.

"Say, what else is on your mind? My kindness for this moment is only for you. Wang Qi said lightly to Mao, who was already fearless in front of him, but the murderous intention was released without care. The souls of Mao's death immersed all the souls in the dark pool and became the nourishment of the resentment in the dark pool.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the only person in the world who knew me was the one who killed me before I died. The opportunities in life are really wonderful." Mao mourned smiled so happily and comfortably.

laughed Zhao Ling beside her inexplicably. Zhao Ling could hear that there was no hypocrisy in Mao's laughter. She was really surprised. What magic did the man use to make this vicious man have no resentment for the person who killed him, and even... there was a trace of relief.

"I want to know your name so that I can remember this person who freed me." Mao Wei said with incomparable sincerity.

"Wang Qi." The man gently spit out these words and sent Mao's funeral into the dark pool. This evil man, who committed evil and killed countless people, finally died silently, and even became the nourishment of the resentful spirit, just like the person he had killed before.

Zhao Ling didn't even have time to recover. After a whirlwind, she returned to her body and felt that everything seemed to be a dream, but why was the dream so real?

Zhao Ling raised her eyes to the front and saw that less than ten meters away, a man with no clothes was pulling the clothes on his body. At this time, she found that the man in the night was naked and couldn't help blushing and turning his back.

But he secretly wrote down the name in his heart, "Wang Qi."

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