The cute sword breaks the sky!

"I still don't understand." At this moment, Master Xuanlu just resisted Jianjian's attack, and asked again:

"Although your entire clan was destroyed, but...but...

How did you manage to kill them?

Among them, there are still young children who have not yet grown up! "

Although Master Xuanlu sympathized with Zhuhe's experience, he couldn't understand how Zhuhe could be so cruel.

Zhuhe obviously understood what Master Xuanlu wanted to express, so he just laughed lowly, shook his head, and looked at Master Xuanlu sarcastically, "Are you very confused?

you're right.

When I saw those innocent and pitiful young children, it was indeed something worth thinking about how I managed to do so.

However, when I saw these young children, how my relatives and friends who used to be beside me were killed by them, and how my cousin who was born next to me was cruelly and violently tortured by them After pounding it into a patty, I realized that I could do it. "When Zhuhe said these words, his tone was very relaxed, but the bloodthirsty and haze rolling in his eyes revealed Zhuhe's inner struggle.

"I hate them, can you understand?" Zhuhe kept walking towards Master Xuanlu, he even stopped Jian Jian from attacking temporarily, he looked at Master Xuanlu coldly, "Do you know that I used to despise you For the best friend, the most sincere friend, and the deepest emotional friend in my life.

Do you know that in my life, I only have you as a friend, and there is nothing else.

I thought, you would understand me, you would understand why I did all this.

But why, at the end of the day, do you seem to be completely unable to understand why you did all this?Why did it become like this?

Why don't you understand me?

Obviously you were the one who knew me best!

Why don't you understand anything at this moment? "

Zhuhe seemed very angry, but he just suppressed this anger.

Because, he knew, he shouldn't be angry.

Nothing to be angry about, is there?

Why be angry.

He should have known a long time ago that even his former friends would not understand him at this moment.

The only people who can understand him are probably the dead clansmen.

Only they will know why they hate these decent people so much.

Speaking of these, Zhuhe's mind suddenly bumped into many fragments that did not belong to him. Afterwards, he slightly curled his lips, showing a mocking and cold smile,

"Look, he cut my soul into a thousand pieces.

Today, hundreds of souls remain unaware of being held there.

I want to get them back.

Otherwise, I will die.

I won't live long.

How cruel they are, cutting my soul into a thousand pieces.

Before, I managed to collect 760 five pieces of souls, killed them all, and let them return to my body.

However, my soul is still incomplete. "

While saying this, Zhuhe's expression disappeared in an instant, he just looked at the sky expressionlessly, and he said slowly:

"When will it end?"

Zhu He lowered his head expressionlessly, looked at the real Xuan Lu beside him, and said without any waves:

"You should feel normal.

You are my friend. "