Master Xiao thinks about those years

"Start? The Lord of the Mountain hasn't spoken yet."

Sharp and charming came from the darkness, and suddenly, the blue flame stretched all the way to the depths of the darkness, burning into a line.

The darkness in the distance was dispelled, and at the end of the red carpet, there was a black throne arched by three stone steps.

There was a woman leaning on it, her red lips were as bright as fire, her eyes were flowing with affection, her slender eyebrows were raised and flew into her temples, carrying a lazy arrogance.The purple tulle hangs loosely on her body, extremely charming.

Such a woman is a derivative of danger and beauty.

Yan Chen rarely sees women, especially such women.He stared straight at the so-called owner of the mountain above, and kept looking up and down as if he wanted to see her up and down the mountain.

"Does it look good?" A cold voice sounded suddenly, Yan Chen's forehead twitched, he turned around unexpectedly, and bumped into Fu Nian's sinister eyes.

"Heh" Fu Nian was very satisfied with Mo Qing's performance, and lowered his head close to his ear: "Not as good as you."

boom--

Yan Chen's brain exploded, and his face was instantly blushed.

The masked half-demon leader saw the flames suddenly blazing, and knelt down with a plop: "This subordinate should die, please punish the mountain master!"

"Slap the mouth, thirty."

The coquettish voice sounded, without muddling in the slightest.

"Yes!"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

Crisp applause resounded throughout the hall, the half-demon master was ruthless, and he was not at all soft-hearted about punishing himself.

Thirty strokes, and it was over with a lot of blows.

The villagers were already trembling with fear in this oppressive environment.The end of the half-demon master seems to be a blow to the horse.

"Well, are you done?" After a long time, the purple-clothed mountain lord sitting on top raised his eyes lazily.

"Yes! Next, let the mountain lord give you instructions!"

"Now that the fight is over, let's start."

"Yes!"

The conversation between the two was secretive, and they didn't know what to do next.

The half-demon master raised his head and moved his fingers, and within a moment, the blue light in his hand was shining brightly.He said "Stand!" A row of iron cages appeared in this spacious hall in an instant.

"The people on the left go to the cage for me, and those on the right, let me wait!"

The half-demon leader spoke seriously, and the villagers standing on the left dared not refuse to listen, and all moved into the cage tremblingly.

Fu Nian stood in place and waited, while Yan Chen, the group on the left, followed the flow of people into the cold iron cage.

Only two people were allowed in each cage, and Yan Chen was shared with a man who was dying of starvation.

"boom!"

The cage was clanged shut, and two daggers were thrown in front of them.

It wasn't just them, two daggers were lost in each cage.

"Kill the opponent, and you can come out of the iron cage alive!" The cold tone was not mixed with a trace of warmth, and it fell silently.

The half-demon master stood expressionlessly outside the cage, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing.

"If you kill the opponent, you can come out of the cage alive..."

It seems that I heard wrong.

A variety of emotions appeared on the faces of the people present, panic, astonishment, disbelief...

The cold and sharp dagger was right in front of him, but no one did it.

"Huh? You... don't you understand the words?" The Ziyi Mountain Lord said delicately, brushing a strand of hair on his forehead with his slender fingers, and a smile that was all over the country and city on his face.

"If you don't do it... both of them will die."

The laughter is crisp and deceptive.

"The skin of a beauty, the heart of a snake." Fu Nian stood aside with her chest folded, staring at the woman above with a sneer and said.

"She's more than just a femme fatale." Fu Nian turned her head and saw the man named "Ah Qi" with a soft echoing tone.

Fu Nian chuckled, "You know?"

Ah Qi glanced at Fu Nian and smiled slightly: "Guess."

Fu Nian smiled and glanced at him meaningfully. Ah Qi felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so he looked away.

"For a quarter of an hour, I'll give you a quarter of an hour. Now, the game begins."

After finishing speaking lazily, the purple-clothed mountain master gently closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Chen flexed and stretched his fingers, unable to predict what would happen next.

Standing in front of him was a man with a sallow and emaciated face from hunger. Even if this man had a dagger, he might not be Yan Chen's opponent.The man realized this, and looked at Yan Chen blankly, his eyes were filled with fear and begging.

This kind of gaze made Yan Chen feel like an executioner, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and let out a pale and feeble smile.A smile was imprinted in the man's pupils, which made him hold the iron railing behind him in shock.

The hall suddenly fell silent, so quiet that people's rapid and tense breathing could be heard clearly.The dagger is right in front of your eyes, whoever strikes first may win the life.

The body is shaking, and the feet are weak.

The villagers stood in a daze, their eyes lingering on the dagger and his companions.

Most of the two people in the cage are villagers from the same village, and they are familiar with each other. How can they move their hands when facing such familiar people?

"Xiaozhen, don't worry, I won't..."

"I do not know either……"

They trembled and said reassuring words to each other, as if they were comforting each other.

But the consolation was poor, and ineffective in such gloomy circumstances.The dagger is on the ground, which is a potential danger.

Time goes by bit by bit, bit by bit wearing away people's willpower.It is also approaching the edge of the sticking point little by little.

"No hands! Do you want to die?!"

Someone in the cage shouted, the tone of righteous indignation seemed to tear the hypocritical faces of these people.

A strong cry echoed throughout the hall, trying to awaken the evil desire hidden in their hearts.Wake them up to eat hearts.

He raised the knife in his hand, grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the heart of his companion. It was a woman who was powerless. When the dagger pierced his heart, her pupils widened inexplicably.

That is her husband.

All the villagers also knew that it was her husband.

But this title is useless, and the vows are too cheap, only the blood bubbling from the chest is real and hot.

It's hot to the heart.

"Tsk, you're so brave." The purple-clothed mountain lord opened his beautiful eyes, smiled approvingly, and turned his approving gaze to the blood-stained husband: "Master Si, why don't you let our warrior out soon?"

"Yes! Mountain Lord!" Hearing this, the half-demon chief stepped forward and opened the cage.

The dagger in his hand was still stuck in the chest of his former lover, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but when the iron cage door opened, everything in his eyes disappeared.

Nothing matters anymore, only life is real and alive.

He stood up, and in the eyes of everyone, he walked out of the iron cage majestically with blood stains all over his body.

As if he is not an executioner, but a savior.His steps are vigorous, his eyes are arrogant, and his demeanor reveals contempt for others.

look!You hypocrites, I dare to kill my own wife, what about you?

Why put it on again?You have long wanted to do it, haven't you?

Silent ridicule seeped into the atrium from the outside world.

Morality, life and death.

Apostasy leads to life, morality leads to death.

kill?People looked at each other in blank dismay, then lowered their heads to think, if they killed each other, they would accept moral condemnation.

Killing someone for a life change will be judged by the world for the rest of their lives.So can not kill.But what about after not killing?

After not killing... the one who died was himself.Now it is in Luocha Mountain, kill the other party, walk out alive, no one will ever know what happened.

The gnawing of the soul seems to be nothing in front of life.

kill?Or not to kill?

While his eyes were wandering, someone in the cage gritted his teeth and picked up a dagger.

"Yes, sorry..."

The man's lips trembled, and he said apologetic words, but he was holding a dagger in his hand.

The cold and shiny dagger was held in his hand, as if holding life.

The tight bottom line was broken in an instant.

So another hesitant person finally put aside morality and picked up a dagger.

You are unrighteous first, why should I be kind.

The second killing began to play out.The cold weapons collided with each other, and blood gushed out continuously.The bloody smell suffocated, stimulating the pores of the person.The atmosphere has reached a climax, and the gloom has become a matter of course.

More and more people picked up daggers, and people began to fight with all their strength.

The purple-clothed mountain master smiled lightly. She looked down at these hard-working people from a high position, and she was happy to clean up the purple veil that slipped off her white and shaving shoulders.

Standing outside the cage, Fu Nian suddenly felt a little sad.It's not because of the darkness of these human natures, he just thought, if his master was here, watching this scene would be so chilling.That was the common people he desperately guarded in the past.

But this sadness was only for a moment, and his peripheral vision was still on Mo Qing.He was thinking, would Mo Qing do it?

The fighting around was brutal and intense, Yan Chen stood still and remained unmoved.

In this case, even if he killed the other party, it would be a very normal thing.When he didn't move, the frail man stared at him with wide eyes.Fearing that the next moment, a sharp dagger would be stuck in his chest.

Maybe some people are not afraid of death, but few people are not afraid of pain.

Death and pain often go hand in hand.

The frail man in front of him was afraid of death and pain, and even more afraid of the moment of waiting for death.

"You, you can do it..."

The man said in a trembling voice, he didn't want to wait any longer, he might as well go straight to death.

"I won't kill you."

Speaking in a soft voice, Yan Chen calmly stared at the man in front of him.

"You really...don't kill me?" The man was incredulous.

"real."

Yan Chen didn't touch the dagger, he stood upright like a tree in the bloody hall.

"Don't kill me...you and I will die..."

The man stood up, picked up the dagger tremblingly, and handed it to Yan Chen: "I can't beat you, just kill me."

Yan Chen didn't answer, he just looked at the man in front of him quietly, there was no trace of turbidity in his clear eyes.The man was stunned, he got affirmation from Yan Chen's eyes.

Such a man, the man knows, he will not kill him.

Finally relieved.