After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

What is allowed and what is not allowed.

Shu Nong chuckled, ignored Zeng Jing's words, and cooperated with Yan Chang'an's swordsmanship.

In the past, the Qingguang sword could enable Liu Xubai to kill the demon king with one sword, but now, it is more than enough to help Yan Chang'an kill a demon king in the illusion.

Zeng Jing looked annoyed, but he didn't like to fight. After defusing Yan Chang'an's moves, he turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, another long sword cut through the void, pointed directly at the center of his brow, and forced him to stop in place.

Zeng was furious: "Fu Ying—"

It turned out that Fu Ying was here.

Shu Nong watched coldly, but it was a pity why the sword didn't take a step forward.

I don't know if it's because of Zeng Jing's sweetheart, but Fu Ying's sword is the closest to Zeng Jing's death spot among the few swords present.

Yan Chang'an took this opportunity to draw his sword and charged forward.

pity--

The long sword pointed at the center of Zeng Jing's eyebrows was grabbed by the master, forcibly blocking Yan Chang'an's offensive.

Fu Ying reluctantly accepted Yan Chang'an's move, and was forced to take two steps back, her face turned pale: "The matter has not been resolved, he can't die yet."

After she finished speaking, she pointed the sword at Zeng Jing again, the red eye sockets became more and more obvious on her pale face, Shu Nong could even see her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

Fu Ying's lips were pursed, and Zeng Jing also fell silent strangely, looking at her sadly.

After a while, Shu Nong heard a voice from Fu Ying's mouth: "Why did you lie to me? You clearly said that you would never threaten the lives of the people. I—"

"Puchi-"

Shu Nong couldn't help laughing, and interrupted the sadness on the faces of the two people opposite.

"I thought there was something unresolved." She smiled, "So I just wanted to ask why he lied to you?"

Fu Ying stared at her in a daze, her eyes flicked over Yan Chang'an and the other two beside her one by one, and she saw some irony in the faces of these three people.

She suddenly turned pale again, and explained weakly: "I just, in case I misunderstood, in case he—"

"What if he has any difficulties?" Shu Nong took her words, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he turned his body to look at the people who were carefully watching the situation not far away, "Young Master Fu thinks this is a misunderstanding? Demon race."

Fu Ying's attention was all on her, and Zeng Jing was a little distracted because of this, Yan Chang'an grabbed Qing Guang's hand again and took this opportunity to slash at Zeng Jing again.

Fu Ying quickly regained her senses and wanted to make another move.

But he could stop Yan Chang'an once, but he couldn't stop them a second time; similarly, Zeng Jing might be able to escape from them alone, but with Fu Ying standing in front of him, he was caught off guard to deal with the attack, and he couldn't Avoid the blue light in Yan Changan's hand.

The blue light pierced Zeng Jing's chest, but it's a pity that he was too late to die.

Fu Ying was shocked, she caught Zeng Jing in a panic, and pressed his chest helplessly, she looked at Yan Chang'an, opened it and came: "Son of the Righteous Way, how can you use such a dirty trick—"

"So you're making a fool of yourself?" Shu Nong interrupted her, raised his eyebrows and asked back, "What about you who help the evildoers?"

She suppressed her smile, and looked at her coldly: "Then what about you? Fu Ying. You, who handed over the common people to the demons and became an executioner, what should you do?"

Fu Ying stared at her blankly for a long time, the tears on her face were about to fall, and after a long while, she suddenly said out of nowhere: "I know you—"

This is a familiar sentence, Shu Nong thought.

"Fairy Qihua." Fu Ying continued, more tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, "Many people regard you as a goddess, saying that you love the world and the common people, but why do you treat humans and demons favorably—"

"Bam—"

Shu Nong couldn't bear it anymore, kicked her to the ground, bent down and pulled up her skirt, and said in disbelief, "Would you like to listen, what are you talking about?! He Zeng, did he put a spell on you? You can say that you are partial to the human race and the demon race? Even if I recognize the name of the goddess, the world I love does not have an inch of land from the demon race, and it is impossible for the people I love to have half of the demon race .”

Fu Ying coughed heavily, blood slid down her cheeks from the corner of her mouth, and landed on the snow again, but she couldn't help arguing weakly: "But hatred is meaningless...Humans have suffered countless casualties, but demons have also lost their lives." A lot of people died, not all the demons are brutal and bloodthirsty, and not all the humans are kind—"

"Why did the demons die?" Shu Nong pressed her head into the snow, and covered her cheeks with cold fingers, "Because the land they are stepping on is the human world, and they want to The human world has become the nourishment of the demons."

She chuckled slightly: "The demons are evil, but the humans are good. If you want to speak for the demons, then you should be a goddess. Tell and influence the demons to stop trying to occupy an inch of land in the human world, or if you can't persuade them Mozu, let those relatives and friends who were tortured and killed by the Mozu come out to forgive the Mozu, and let them feel that although the Mozu killed my relatives and almost killed me, there are some good ones among them, I am so touched How? The victims are forgiven, so why don't we monks who are capable of protecting ourselves not forgive?"

"How about this——" She knelt down, looked into Fu Ying's eyes and smiled, "Young Master Fu, how about setting an example, I'll catch a demon to kill your father, and slaughter your city lord's mansion, by the way... "

Her cold fingertips lightly brushed Fu Ying's trembling cheeks: "If you destroy your face again, then ask someone to destroy Zeng Jing's hands and destroy his magic palace, and then you two will forgive each other first." How about setting an example for the people of the world?"

Shu Nong's smile was faint: "I think, it's just forgiving a demon, it shouldn't be too difficult for you? Right, after all, there are good people in the demons."

"...Arrogant words." Fu Ying struggled slightly, "I clearly—that's not what I meant."

Shu Nong chuckled: "Then what do you mean by telling me this? Hatred is meaningless, but who brought the hatred? Not all the demons are brutal, but those demons who have never trampled on the land of the human world , the human race did not fight against the demons to kill them, did they? The human race is not all good people - I don't understand what you said, what do you want to tell me? Those who died were not good people, damned people, Or is there someone among the human race who is more vicious than the demon race? Or do you want to use this sentence to offset the hatred between the human race and the demon race for so many years?"

Fu Ying looked at her, weeping and asked again: "Should all demons deserve to die?"

"Yes." Shu Nong nodded, "Every one of the demons in this world deserves to die."

"If you don't kill Zeng Jing, I'm afraid that he has some reasons—" Shu Nong sneered, pointing at Zeng Jing who was trampled by Shu Yue, "Now we have some reasons for making him look like this."

Her smile widened: "He is a sinner in the world. I hate him in my blood and memory. If he doesn't die, I feel sick and uncomfortable. For our own sake, we have to kill him."

She smiled, suddenly frowned, then quickly relieved, lowered her head slightly, looked down at her, and smiled relaxedly: "Look at me, what are you talking about with a demon like you?"

Fu Ying's eyes widened, her voice trembling: "I'm not a demon—"

"Really?" Shu Nong tilted his head, "It's not a demon race, why would it take pleasure in torturing and killing people?"

"I didn't!" Fu Ying yelled brokenly, "I didn't take pleasure in torturing and killing them!"

The corners of Shu Nong's lips curled slightly, and his white fingertips lightly pointed towards that side: "But they—couldn't they be sent by you yourself?"