These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

No, the so-called benevolence is just to numb my heart, and to turn a blind eye to the pain in the future.

I can no longer be that young man who draws his sword against injustice.

Is it necessary to ignore their evil deeds because of sympathy for suffering?

Then it is just one misery infecting another misery, the so-called happiness becomes weeds in the cracks, they are crumbling, they cannot withstand any wind and rain.

They will disappear.

so……

To stop suffering, to stop the misery in the world... Even if I don't think I have such a great ambition, but even if it's just to make my eyes a little cleaner.

It should be done over and over again.

Like the sharpest sword, it cuts through all injustices.

"Zi..."

An unusual sound appeared in the blood mist.

"Zi..."

"Zi..."

It is becoming more and more obvious.

Such movement made Qin Zipei narrow his eyes.

This was not what he expected. It wasn't that the young man died because of all the bloodshot exploding body, nor was he immediately sucked into a mummy in this blood mist.

The scene he saw clearly was.

"boom!"

The bloodshot is bursting.

explosion.

Erupting blood is as brilliant and grand as firecrackers.

"puff!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Visible blood threads exploded in strands, and they could no longer penetrate an inch of this young man's body!

Even the blood threads that had entered the boy's body seemed to be exploding and dying at a terrifying speed.

Wei Tu slowly raised his legs amidst the explosion.

The blood thread was torn off.

And he stretched out his hand, brushed off the blood on the sword, and slowly lifted the sword.

Cut off all the blood on his body.

Those blood threads withered quickly, burst quickly, and died quickly.

He started to move, and walked towards Qin Zipei in the blood-red mud that seemed to make it impossible to move even an inch.

Qin Zipei narrowed his eyes.

The pupils are constantly vibrating.

He didn't speak, and he wasn't too flustered, but the change in his eyes was enough to explain the problem.

That might be something he could do...but no, not more.

That's right...not more.

When his sword walked towards him step by step.

Qin Zipei also raised his left hand, that eye stopped greedily wriggling, but began to gather strength for Qin Zipei.

He raised his sword.

The sky, the sky shrouded in blood mist began to change suddenly.

He dropped the sword.

Then the thunder rumbled, and the lightning struck.

"boom!!"

The scarlet lightning hit Wei Tu who seemed defenseless.

In an instant, the boy's figure seemed to be stiff.

It was clearly visible that the red lightning was flowing on his body, as if the electric current was constantly twitching.

"Don't go any further."

Qin Zipei said softly.

Wei Tu just shook his head.

So he took another step.

"Boom!!"

The lightning strikes again, and still hits Wei Tu without any accident.

The amazing thing is that his clothes are not tattered, but his skin has started to turn a strange red.

As if to integrate him with this bloody enchantment.

"Don't go any further! You'll melt!"

Qin Zipei couldn't help shouting.

The scene of disobedience is that his advice is so kind, but he never thought of letting go of his sword.

Maybe you can't let go.

Wei Tu raised his head and looked at him, as if his eyes were going to be dyed by the red lightning.

"Qin Zipei, this world is beautiful."

"so?"

Qin Zipei looked at him and asked uncertainly. At the same time, he already felt that his left arm was already hot.

Wei Tu said with a smile.

"So I will definitely go out and take a better look."

So he walked again.

But this time, Qin Zipei frowned, then closed his eyes.

"Blood Realm..."

"Boom!!"

Start in all directions.

Countless lightning appeared.

It started to attack the boy in the middle, and struck like crazy.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the red light was flickering, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

And Wei Tu didn't just sit there waiting to die, he didn't just stand there, being baptized by those lightning bolts in a daze.

He raised his sword.

He began to use his sword energy to chop the lightning that was coming towards him one by one.

Those lightning bolts shattered in the air, turned into red light spots, and fell into the blood-colored mud to flicker.

And after they fell into the mud, they quickly condensed.

As a result, a series of blood men appeared on the ring. They waved their fists and seemed to have blood-clotting weapons.

The barking teeth and claws attacked the young man who seemed to be still struggling.

"boom!"

Wei Tu raised his sword, and the brilliant sword light pierced through a bloody man.

His sword is fast.

But Qin Zipei has noticed, with the constant consumption.

In this blood world, he has already started to struggle, his steps are getting slower and slower, and his sword is getting slower and slower.

This seems to be the case.

Wei Tu could clearly feel the specialness of this blood world.

He was consuming his own energy and blood all the time. At this time, if it wasn't for his abundant energy, he might have already knelt down.

This is the power that belongs to the Godhead.

The other party spent all their money on Qin Zipei.

And these things are not something ordinary cultivators can resist.

This power is beyond imagination, it will trap itself in it, and it will not be eliminated until it runs out of ammunition and food.

But Wei Tu is still fighting.

Facing the blood men one by one, he kept wielding his long sword, chopping them to pieces.

It seems that he is still moving towards Qin Zipei.

But his sword rolled.

His steps started to get heavy.

His seemingly sharp sword energy seemed unable to cut through the endless stream of blood men.

Like a hero, he can never get rid of the evil in this world.

So don't be a hero... eh?

So there is no need to close the injustice in front of you... ok?

It is always a question that makes people ask themselves, boring, boring, and clichéd.

life.

Morality.

justice.

evil.

love and hate.

black and white.

cliche...

so boring...

Qin Zipei shouted in a low voice right in front of him.

"It's alright, Wei Tu... be decent, so that you won't be so badly bruised, so that people won't recognize you."

He said so.

What a hypocritical consolation.

Wei Tu was panting, his body's energy began to boil, and his hair was flying and messy.

But he didn't give up, and he didn't give up.

Life has come to such a moment.

He never seemed to have the option of throwing up his hands and surrendering.

He is as stubborn as a rock.

He had a little understanding of those seemingly foolish heroisms.