Chapter 770 Come and sit at my house [Additional update for the leader of the Evil Lord]
Sun Wutian said coldly:
“If you want to make rules, you must have the power to overturn them, otherwise, you will not be able to Maybe!"
"Don't be influenced by rules, reasonableness, good and evil, good and evil...it's the same whether you are a sect or a guardian."
" Putting 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, they will not hesitate to abandon you in exchange for something bigger. If you let me protect you today, you may not be allowed to kill you tomorrow. Is it reasonable? But this is the fact. Why are you alive?"
" As for the guardians, it's the same. You are on life-and-death patrol, have high martial arts qualifications, and can help them. So, after you offended the Bi family, Yang Luoyu and others came to protect you. Why didn't you protect your cousin? Why didn't you protect your parents? "
"Even if there are people protecting you, the standard is definitely not as good as that of Yang Luoyu and Dong Changfeng, right?"
< br>"Reasonable, what is reasonable? Boy, you are too young!"
I have to say 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 do not 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 only do what I want to do. Because I’m going to do it, that’s all.
Maybe one day, I can make all the rules in this world trampled on at will 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 get everything 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 the persistence that I have always followed in my heart can be extinguished!
Fang Che sighed softly.
Yes, Sun Wutian’s views are extreme, but the nature of the 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's okay to still be ignorant now. One day, you will fully understand. Fang Che, this world... Actually Yes..."
He paused, hesitating a little, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to say these words, but after the pause, he still said it: "Child... in this world, actually... can't It’s so obvious, so... very boring, very dull, very boring.”
He gently touched Fang Che's head with his hand and sighed softly.
Perhaps it was because of Fang Che's experiences and questions today that reminded Sun Wutian of his long past, the beautiful years that he could never look back on.
This big devil actually showed rare warmth.
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, I remember."
"Remember? Just remember."< br>
Sun Wutian smiled faintly and said: "Actually, I left you another gift. It can also surprise you."
His voice was full of something different. mean.
“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.
Out of the black fog, there was another black fog in front of us.
With a wave of your hand, it is forbidden to untie it.
Fang Che’s pupils shrank.
There were actually seventy or eighty people inside.
There are men and women.
Among them, there were thirty or forty children under the age of ten, three babies in swaddling clothes, and some women and old people. Their eyes were closed and their breathing was thin.
They are all in a deep sleep.
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with his ghost-like 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 stared. Big eyes.
"If you want to eliminate the root cause, you can do it now."
Sun Wutian said lightly.
“…”
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 infants who were still in their infancy, and the immature faces of those three or four-year-old children.
Fang Che was stunned.
Sun Wutian said lightly: "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 ideas.
“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 stay. I'll handle it for you."
He said with a slightly heavier tone: "Whether you kill them, bury them alive, let them go, or leave them disabled for life, it's your decision. , I won’t ask.”
Fang Che was stunned.
“The people in their family are not unreasonable at all. They can do things that are full of hatred and resentment for both the Solipsism Orthodox Church and the Guardian. I feel that just destroying their family will still have some consequences. "It's light."
Sun Wutian said.
Fang Che finally sighed: "Since the Patriarch said that I have full authority to handle it, I am 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. These children have grown up Well, if they succeed in cultivation, they will seek revenge from you, the Patriarch. If I let them go, I'm afraid the Patriarch will be in trouble in the future."
Fang Che said: "So I don't know. What to do?"
Sun Wutian said indifferently: "But these people are your decision. The final decision is made by you anyway."
Fang Che said. I don’t think the Patriarch will be afraid of these troubles in the future.”
Sun Wutian’s eyes flickered, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he said, “Are you going to let them go?”
Fang Chedao: "If the Patriarch doesn't care."
Sun Wutian was silent.
His eyes were staring at the more than eighty people in front of him, sometimes revealing murderous secrets.
Sometimes complex and contradictory.
Sometimes memories flash through.
After a long time.
Sun Wutian said lightly: "Are you sure you want to...let them go?"
"...Yes."
"Are you sure?!" Sun Wutian turned his head, his eyes Staring 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 the family was wiped out, the ones who should not be killed were spared, and they were captured in front of him. What is Sun Wutian going to do?
Did Sun Wutian feel 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 kills him, Sun Wutian will never say anything. This is for sure. But not killing seemed to be what Sun Wutian expected.
Why is this?
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 many thoughts were completed 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 he 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 realm. He was sent out by Sun Wutian.
Sun Wutian waved his hand again, and the hell scene in front of him completely disappeared in an instant.
So, the ancient small village, the green mountains and green waters, the wilderness and wheat fields that were supposed to exist last time, 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.
Promise: "Okay."
Follow Sun Wutian and walk slowly.
Fang Che could tell a lot from this short sentence.
"Come and sit at my house."
Fang Che knew that Sun Wutian had no home. Sunjiazhuang in the south of Baiyunzhou is his blood family, but it is not his home.
Perhaps in Sun Wutian's heart, only this realm, the quiet and peaceful village deep in his memory, is 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 someone with a knife, would Sun Wutian send this invitation?
This question has no answer.
(End of this chapter)