I, The God Of The Flood And Desolate Rivers, Control The Long River Of Time

It turned out that her own parents died like this, and she instantly felt that her own parents were great people.

Rather sacrifice their own interests, but also for the country.

"So ask the Taoist priest to save us, no matter what you ask, we will agree.

The two old men even started to kowtow.

"Do you think you're doing it right?" the old bagpiper began to ask them back.

Who is right and who is wrong? "So what? It's been more than ten years since this incident. Even if we know we're wrong now, there's no way to make up for it!"

It seems that they still have some intentions of repentance.

But can you help them? The most important thing is to see Xiaowei's ideas!

"I don't know if I can keep you guys, but I'll do my best."

In fact, the old bagpipe wanted to find an excuse to push them away, so as to ask Xiaowei what he really thought.

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!" The two old people were very excited and kowtowed a few more times before exiting.

Not long after walking, Xiaowei sat up.

"You know the full story now, do you have anything to say?"

"After more than ten years, their thinking is still the same as before, nothing has changed. Didn't they realize their own mistakes?" Xiaowei actually cried.

Maybe it was because I thought about my own parents, I thought they were really not worth it, and they were so good to the people in the village, but they lost my own life in the end.

Maybe it's his right approach that has been shaken, because the village chief doesn't seem to have done anything wrong, he is for the survival of the entire village.

But are their parents dead in vain?

"Do you think if your parents were alive and seeing you like this, they would think you were doing the right thing?"

"What do you mean? Don't think you can teach me a lesson if you live a few more years."

However, the old bagpiper knew that the reason why he answered like this was because Xiaowei's own heart was not firm.

He seemed to understand that his parents were sick and didn't want to see such a scene.

"I don't mean anything? I just want you to think about it, your parents will feel (bcej) sad for those prisoners of war, what about the people in their own village?"

The old bagpiper didn't finish his sentence, because he understood.

Only when Xiaowei thinks about it clearly in his own mind will he not do anything wrong.

"Everything they do is for the people in the village, they must not want

Xiaowei couldn't go on.

They must not want me to kill everyone in the village for their revenge.

They must not want the whole village to turn into the present scene, desolate.

They must not want the people in the village to experience life and death every day.

Xiaowei suddenly burst into tears, and he realized that he had done something wrong.

The old bagpiper patted him on the back and said nothing, because he didn't know how to comfort people.

He just hoped that Xiaowei could figure it out and stop doing wrong things.

After waiting for a long time, Xiaowei's mood finally recovered.

"Can I ask you one thing?" The old bagpiper was still taking care of Xiaowei's emotions.

Xiaowei nodded slightly in agreement.

"Aren't you already dead? Why do you still exist in this world?"

"It's still a long story."

It turned out that his parents protected him under his body at the time, but the fire was so fierce that he was still burned to death. .

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