Lord of the Night

Sun Wutian said coldly:

“If you want to make rules, you must have the power to overturn them, otherwise, it’s impossible!”

"Don't be swayed by rules, reasonableness, good and evil, good and evil...these so-called things. It doesn't matter whether you are a mixed sect or a mixed guardian."

"Throwing all this aside is the essence of this world."

"Now the sect values ​​you because you are useful. If one day your value is lost, then they will not hesitate to abandon you in exchange for greater benefits. Today they let me protect you, but they may not let me kill you tomorrow. . Is it reasonable? But this is the truth. Why are you alive?

"For the guardians, it's the same. You are now patrolling life and death, you have high martial arts qualifications, you have a future, and you can help them do things. So, after you offended the Bi family, Yang Luoyu and others came to protect you. But Yang Luoyu Why didn’t you protect your cousin? Why didn’t you protect your parents?”

"Even though there are people protecting you on both sides, the standard is definitely not as good as that of Yang Luoyu and Dong Changfeng, right?"

"Reasonable, what is reasonable? Boy, you are too young!"

It has to be said that Sun Wutian's words directly blew away the fog in Fang Che's heart.

"I understand!"

What emerged in Fang Che's mind were those eternal heroic souls who climbed the steps of the war zone step by step without hesitation.

They have been fighting, sacrificing, and dying all their lives, but the people they protect don't know their names or even understand them. Is it reasonable? unreasonable?

But they did it anyway.

Why care about whether it is reasonable or not?

I just do what I have to do. Because I’m going to do it, that’s all.

Maybe one day, I can make all the rules in this world trample in front of me. But I won't trample on it. In the eyes of people like Sun Wutian, is it reasonable? It's also unreasonable.

You have the power to destroy this world with your hands, why do you still follow these old rules and uphold the so-called pedantic justice? Is it reasonable? In their opinion, it is unreasonable.

In their opinion, you should look down on the world and take whatever you want!

But so what? I have to follow my heart, because this is my most precious thing.

If something like this happens to the Murong family in the future, Fang Che will still use the cruelest means to take revenge.

But this does not mean that it can extinguish the persistence that I have always followed in my heart!

Fang Che sighed softly.

Yes, Sun Wutian's views are extreme, but the nature of this world is like this, and Sun Wutian is not wrong.

However, the same principle can make people sink into the devil forever; it can also make people walk more firmly on the right path.

"I understand! Patriarch."

Fang Che nodded slowly.

"It's good if you understand."

Sun Wutian said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you are still ignorant now. One day, you will fully understand. Fang Che, this world... is actually..."

He paused for a moment, hesitating a little, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to say what he said, but after the pause, he still said it: "Child... in this world, actually... you can't see too clearly, it would be... very boring . Very empty, very dull, very boring.”

He gently touched Fang Che's head with his hand and sighed softly.

Perhaps it was because Fang Che's experiences and questions today reminded Sun Wutian of his long past, the beautiful years that he could never look back on.

This big devil actually showed rare tenderness.

Fang Che could even feel the warmth of Sun Wutian's palms, the love in his heart, and the inexplicable sadness.

"Yes, Patriarch."

Fang Che said respectfully: "Disciple, remember it."

"Remember? Just remember."

Sun Wutian smiled faintly and said, "Actually, I also left you another gift. It can also surprise you."

His voice was full of a different meaning.

"What gift?"

Fang Che was a little curious.

Sun Wutian waved his hand, and the bodies of Murong Qingyu and others disappeared in the field.

Then he took Fang Che forward.

Walking out of the black fog, there was another black fog in front of us.

With a wave of his hand, it is forbidden to untie it.

Fang Che's pupils shrank.

Inside, there were actually seventy or eighty people.

There are men and women.

Among them, there were thirty or forty children under the age of ten, three infants, and some women and elderly people. Their eyes were closed and their breathing was thin.

All in a deep sleep.

Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with his will-o'-the-wisp eyes, and said calmly: "These are all the descendants of the Murong family. I was worried that your revenge would not be happy enough, so I kept it for you."

Fang Che's eyes widened.

"If you want to eliminate the roots, you can do it now."

Sun Wutian said calmly.

"..."

Fang Che's whole body was numb.

He really didn't expect that Sun Wutian would actually retain this skill.

Looking at the seventy or eighty people in deep coma, the babies who were still in their infancy, and the childish faces of those three or four-year-old children.

Fang Che was stunned.

Sun Wutian said calmly: "These are the descendants of your enemies' families."

He didn't look at Fang Che's face, and even his voice was indifferent, making it impossible to hear his emotions.

What an idea.

"As long as you kill them, this revenge will be complete." Sun Wutian said.

Fang Che sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect you, Patriarch, to keep them."

Sun Wutian said in the same indifferent tone: "Your enemies will naturally be left to you to deal with."

He sounded slightly heavier and said: "Whether you kill them, bury them alive, let them go, or leave them disabled for life, it is you who make the decision, and I don't ask."

Fang Che was dumbfounded.

"The people in their family are not unreasonable at all, and they can do things that would make people full of hatred and resentment, no matter on the side of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church or the Guardians. I feel that just destroying their family is a bit too easy."

Sun Wutian said.

Fang Che finally sighed: "Since the Patriarch said that I have full authority to handle it, I'm a little undecided."

"oh?"

Sun Wutian frowned.

"I killed Murong Qingyu and others. In fact, the hatred in my heart has dissipated. But I am not willing to let them go. Moreover, the enemy of these people is not me. When these children grow up, if they succeed in cultivation, , If they want to take revenge, they will seek revenge from you, the Patriarch. If I let them go, I am afraid that the Patriarch will be in trouble..."

Fang Che said: "So I don't know what to do."

Sun Wutian said indifferently: "But these people are your matter. The final decision is made by you no matter what."

Fang Che said: "I don't think the Patriarch will be afraid of these troubles in the future."

Sun Wutian's eyes moved, and deep in his eyes, there was a trace of excitement, and he said: "Are you going to let them go?"

Fang Che said: "If the Patriarch doesn't care."

Sun Wutian was silent.

His eyes stared at the more than eighty people in front of him, sometimes revealing murderous secrets.

Sometimes complex and contradictory.

Occasionally, memories flashed through.

After a long time.

Sun Wutian said calmly: "Are you sure you want to...let them go?"

"……yes."

"Are you sure?!" Sun Wutian turned his head and stared at Fang Che's face.

Fang Che was a little unsure of Sun Wutian's thoughts. After killing Murong Qingyu and others, he was indeed a little unable to deal with these old, weak, women and children. But there is nothing wrong with taking action. He's not that holy.

Kill if you must!

If Sun Wutian had killed the entire Murong family, he would have killed all of them.

Fang Che will not have any psychological fluctuations.

However, after annihilating the family, he spared those who should not be killed and captured them in front of him. What is Sun Wutian going to do?

Was it Sun Wutian who felt compassion for himself?

Or is it used to test yourself?

Or have other thoughts?

Fang Che was unsure and couldn't grasp it. And he could feel that Sun Wutian kept these people for himself, not just for him to kill as he said.

If he really killed him, Sun Wutian would never say anything. This was for sure. But not killing seemed to be what Sun Wutian expected.

why is that?

What exactly does the old devil want to see? This is clearly a test.

If we follow the style of Solipsism, Fang Che's direct swing of the knife would be the perfect answer. However, killing someone now is obviously not the answer Sun Wutian wants!

His thoughts were whirling all over and he completed it in an instant. Facing Sun Wutian's question, Fang Che said softly: "OK!"

Hear this.

Sun Wutian's eyes that had been staring at Fang Che turned aside slightly, his gray eyebrows twitched slightly, and he sighed softly.

Then he said: "It's up to you."

Then the body disappeared in a flash.

Then it flashed again.

With a wave of his sleeves, the unconscious Murong family of more than eighty old, weak, women and children disappeared from the field. He was sent out by Sun Wutian.

Sun Wutian waved his hand again, and the hellish scene in front of him completely disappeared in an instant.

So, the ancient small village that was supposed to exist last time, the green mountains and green waters, the wilderness and wheat fields, appeared in front of Fang Che again.

Fang Che could even smell the fragrance of wheat seedlings in his nose.

Looking around, I saw smoke curling up from the distant kitchen, which was Sun Wutian's home.

Sun Wutian was silent, with his hands behind his back, hunched over and walked forward slowly, saying: "Since you are in the field now, come and sit at my house."

Fang Che's heart was shaken.

Agree: "Okay."

Follow Sun Wutian and walk slowly.

From this short sentence, Fang Che could tell a lot.

"Come and sit at my house."

Fang Che knew that Sun Wutian had no family. Sunjiazhuang in the south of Baiyunzhou is his blood family, but it is not his home.

Perhaps in Sun Wutian's heart, only the quiet and peaceful village in this realm, deep in his memory, was his home.

His only home.

It is both the home of his body and the nest of his soul.

This invitation made Fang Che feel the warmth, and he couldn't help but think, if I just killed people with a knife, would Sun Wutian send this invitation?

There is no answer to this question.