If time can heal the pain, death will not choose to forget.

Our practice is not just to fight for fate with the heavens, but also to protect our homes and punish evil, and the Tao will naturally kill the demons in the heart.

The home was destroyed, the mother was killed, and the tribe members were massacred.

The hatred and anger that aroused such a vast blood hatred has long become the girl's inner demon.

The reason why she can still keep calm is because she is pure and compassionate.

If she is born with a strong man, her inner demon will make her doomed and turn into endless murderous intent to harm the people.

But the girl doesn't. She can only harm herself and imprison her heart until her soul is eaten up by the magic...

It is like a newborn bud, which should have bloomed in the sun, but can only wither in the darkness.

Seeing such a tragic situation, I have not seen resistance on the girl's face so far. Some of them are just obedience.

She surrendered to fate and bowed to reality.

Perhaps this is her choice deep in her heart, but it is not the result I want.

"Are you asking me to take revenge?" the girl asked.

"The hatred is as deep as the sea, why not avenge it?" I asked.

"I can't even kill an ordinary Xuanming demon clan. How can I take revenge? I only regret why I ran away from it. I should have died with them."

"Since your tribe members have saved you at all costs, you should live for them."

"Living is like dying..." The girl smiled bitterly and said in a tone that was completely in line with her age: "The strong deserve respect, and the weak deserve sympathy. You go, don't worry about me anymore..."

After saying this, the girl lowered her head in dismay.

Build your beautiful head deep in the middle of your knees and sit quietly beside your mother.

It is indeed as she said, living is like dying.

At this moment, I had the urge to turn around and leave instantly.

I sent her to face reality in order to get the thoughts deep in her heart.

And now, every word she says is the thoughts deep in her heart.

I want to leave, but I am unwilling to accept it.

Even ants cherish their lives. What's more, they are spirit foxes whose spiritual consciousness is millions of times stronger than ants.

This world is not just hatred and anger, but also love.

Ugly is everywhere, and equally beautiful also fills the world.

A flower blooming in the early morning, a breeze blowing through the hair at dusk, a bright moon in the middle of the river, a quiet beach...

And those who are amiable and respectable.

I don't believe this is the girl's final choice, and she shouldn't have done so either.

I was silent for a long time, but I never looked up again when I saw her. I decided to do something that would change the fate of the girl.

This incident either directly extinguishes the girl's light of life or completely ignites the girl's wrath of revenge.

I picked up the magic gun on the ground. The magic gun's magic intention has been destroyed. Now it is an ordinary weapon, but the material is definitely not ordinary.

Kunlun Ruins are not short of fine gold and cold iron. In terms of quality, this gun is still above my Kanglong sword.

I held the gun in both hands and inserted it into the ground forcefully.

Kneeled on one knee and began to polish the gun body with the evil spirit here.

I carve it with resentment and merge the evil spirit of the dead.

When I inserted it, it was a gun. When I pulled it out, it turned into a knife.

The reason it is a knife is because this is the blade of revenge that I created for the girl. The natal magic weapon of the White Fox clan is the Crane of the Crane of the Crane of the Crane of the Moon.

The blade is as bright as the moon, the frost is as bright as the practice, and the cold light is as bright as water.

Instead of handing the knife to the girl directly, I raised the knife and stood in the center of the White Fox Temple Square. I recited the Nine Songs of National Soul.

Fuck Wu Gexi and was armed with rhinoceros armor, and the car was in a turmoil and was short-lived.

The flags cover the sun and the enemy is like clouds, and the arrows fall and the soldiers compete for the first place.

I am walking in the formation and walking, and I am stolen from the left and my blade is injured.

...

Sincerity is both brave and powerful, and ultimately strong and cannot be overwhelmed.

Since the body dies, the spirit is with the spirit, and the soul is resolute and will become a ghost hero.

According to ancient funerals, those who "die without courage" on the battlefield cannot be kept with coffins. They are the ownerless ghosts called "sorrow".

During the Qin-Chu War, Chu State was defeated, so the soldiers who died in Chu State could only exterminate the corpse in the wilderness.

No one held funerals and sacrifices for these people who died in the country.

How similar is this situation to the White Fox City in front of you?

The White Fox City was destroyed, and no corpse of the Xuanming Demon Clan was seen, because the Xuanming Demon Clan was the winner. Someone took their corpse.

The White Fox Clan is a loser and can only corpses all over the world.

Unlike Chu, Chu did not accept it from the king to the subjects, but no one in the White Fox clan took it because almost all the White Fox clan members died.

A song of national sorrow is sung, and the wind is everywhere.

In the bleak and gloomy wind, I saw the remnants of the White Fox clan gathering around me in a daze.

Some spiritual consciousnesses in the remnant souls have been destroyed, while others have a lot of resentment.

All that is sad...

I can't face such faces, just like the god of death can only choose to forget.

The remnant soul walked towards me, like the dark wind and rain.

The sad atmosphere of national sorrow is exaggerated to the extreme.

Heaven and earth are sad, and ghosts and gods should cry.

The remnant soul of the White Fox tribe walked towards me, but in the end he focused his eyes on the scimitar in my hand.

They have died and have completely bid farewell to the world of the living.

If you want to leave something before you completely destroy it, what should you choose?

Leave a thought?

Missing is not worth mentioning to the dead, because they will never be able to return to their beloved.

Leave regret?

Regret will only make them more painful.

It’s not longing or regret, then there can only be one kind of thing left.

Wrath of Revenge.

When millions of souls poured the wrath of revenge into the blade, the scimitar began to tremble.

And I also have to use all my divine power to prevent the scimitar from falling to the ground.

I raised it high, letting the scimitar swallow the hatred and anger of the dead souls to the fullest, turning it into endless murderous intent.

The scimitar was recast again, and the last strand of soul dissipated, and there was no gloss on the blade.

It was pitch black and heavy, like the long sword of the god of death.

This knife is about three feet and nine inches long and looks like a seedling. It requires both hands to use it.

The blade of revenge was cast, and all the corpses of the white fox tribe on the ground also dissipated with the dead souls, including the girl's mother, the eight-tailed white fox. I could see her light and shadow.

The eight-tailed white fox did not dissipate without trace, and used her last remnant soul to engrave two words on the sword.

Wanqing.

I don't know the meaning of these two words, but I can probably guess it.

The girl had walked behind me at some point.

I turned the hilt of the knife to her, and the girl used the long knife without hesitation and cried silently.

Tears fell on the blade and slid quietly.

She took the long sword, which was equivalent to taking over the last wish of her tribe members.

After crying silently for a while, the girl wiped away the tears with her sleeves. When she wiped the tears dry, there was no more sadness in her eyes.

All that is left is anger and resentment.

"You are right. Only blood debt can be paid for blood, and killing can stop anger." The girl said gritting her teeth.

"You're not fighting alone." I said in her eyes.

"Will you stay and help me?" the girl asked.

"certainly."

"Why?"

"Because you are my opportunity, an opportunity related to killing."

"My name is Li Wanqing."

"Qin Jue."
Chapter completed!