The Bald Monk in the City

"Do not!"

Kesarger struggled to utter the word slowly.

He looked at Yi Qiu, his face was full of stubborn stubbornness:

"I know some of the people you mentioned, and they didn't do the evil you said."

"At least for now, they don't!"

"Even if I have such power, I will not kill some innocent people!"

In addition to pain, Kesargel's face was more of a determination.

Perhaps it was not that the Holy Light chose the legendary justice judge, but that the scorching power had already precipitated in his body.

Yi Qiu looked at Kesarger and nodded, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't think that Kesarger's so-called regret must be about the girl in that small town.

At least in Yi Qiu's understanding, it will become a kind of regret, but it is not worth regretting...

Of course, Yi Qiu didn't think that Kesarger would be the same as his own thinking.

Even for mortals, the biggest difference lies in the division of ideas.

Yi Qiu doesn't like to change their thinking, and this is not his area of ​​expertise.

Yi Qiu respected Kesarger's choice because it was an expression of his firm will.

"That's as you expected-I will still give you the power to change everything."

"I approve of your ideas, but following order has never been a smooth path."

"It will inevitably be full of twists and turns..."

Yi Qiu looked at Kesargel and said.

And just when Kesargel's face was filled with consternation, he felt a cold force coming from the top of his head...

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In the distant sky far away from the ground, the airflow became irritable and cold.

Under the billowing black fog, the huge and fearsome body like a **** and demon silently stared at the world.

After giving Kesargel enough power, Yi Qiu turned into a billowing black mist and left.

He had given Kesargel the bargaining chip to change everything, and the rest was his choice.

However, Yi Qiu will give Kesarger a chance...

Yi Qiu never played the role of guide, he thought it was redundant and complicated.

The meaning of order does not lie in constraining everything into a neat appearance.

Just as nature showed, under the order full of icy elimination, all things grew, depicting the magnificent beauty of nature.

The neatness of the mold is a requirement for scale.

But the human will, obviously should not have such characteristics.

Even if it is a seemingly single weed, it willfully and arrogantly shows the unique charm of the individual.

Under the beauty of artificial flowers, there is only a lack of paleness.

Yi Qiu looked at the ground very far away from here, where Kesarger, who was lying on the roof, was peeping carefully.

The power in his body was restless, but he still clenched his teeth.

Although he thought Yi Qiu's behavior was absurd and crazy, he also feared that such a tragedy would really happen.

So he decided to investigate in the dark.

He is so familiar with this small city, it was a hard life that gave him this special skill.

He never knew what kind of darkness the old merchant who sold maltose really hid.

And now, he still doesn't believe it.

He lifted a corner of the roof so carefully, and then he lost consciousness...

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"A good sacrifice, his death and pain will please God!"

"I know everything about him-he will enjoy the real ‘sacrifice’..."

Countless voices lingered in Kaiser's ears, he tried to hear, but he couldn't hear clearly.

The eyelids are so heavy that the darkness obliterated him deeply...

Those words that happened by accident made him drown in deep anxiety.

He was terrified, not because of the impending death—but the people who were worried about him...

Eventually, he felt that he was being pulled by something.

He was dragged away from the dark world, and then "light" appeared...

He opened his eyes, and the gentle sunlight became extremely sharp!

They pierced Kesarger’s eyes, and everything Kesarger saw pierced his soul:

This is the street he is familiar with, once it was full of people's noise.

Although life is hard, laughter is also barren.

But those smiles shining on the withered yellow face are always fresh in the memory.

And now, there are only dead silence and countless dark brown traces...

Those corpses that have not been restrained in time are just thrown into the stinking ditch at will.

The fat mice had fierce scarlet eyes open, and they ate everything greedily.

Then, died in a sudden, crazy convulsion...

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and the breath of death swept the city!

In Kesarger's mind, the bald head that gave him power suddenly appeared...

He already knew all this, but...

Kesargel's face was full of pain, which filled the cultists around him with joy.

"That's it, howl in pain!"

"Only in this way can the great **** cast his divine gaze!"

The cultist next to him said in a gloomy voice.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a moist feeling in his chest.

He lowered his head, and a hand penetrated there where the heart was supposed to be!

"You all have to die!!"

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Killing, endless killing...

The blood and the corpse once again stained the town red.

But this time, it belongs to those cultists...

"Ding... when..."

The blood-stained sword fell from Kaiser's hand.

He looked at the silent city and knelt on the ground in pain...

"Regret it?"

At this time, Kesarger heard the voice that was still fresh in his memory.

He lowered his head, his face was full of struggle and pain.

Yes, as long as he kills those cultists without hesitation-as he does now, everything can be avoided!

The innocent residents of this small city ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can be saved.

He will never lose his loved ones, his loved ones...

It doesn't need to be a difficult price, he just needs to pick up a sword...

but……

The struggling expression on Kesargel's face grew stronger.

He knelt on the ground, then slowly raised his head to look at Yi Qiu:

"Do not!!"

His voice became hoarse, and it was full of pain and struggle.

"If I did this--before I knew their evil deeds, I would just listen to a definition from others and kill them."

"So, how can I stick to the justice in my heart!"

"What's the difference between me and those goblin-like chores!"

Kesargel's hands trembled, and he covered his face.

The **** hands left deep marks on his face...

"So, do you regret it?"

In extreme pain, Kesarger heard the other party's question.

"Do not……"

With a trembling answer, a drop of hot tears flowed from the gap between the fingers.

It slid a dazzling trace on its face full of dust and blood.

Regret, not from pain, but from forgetting...

And justice is not something to be given lightly.

"So, now, you can start to make a real choice..."

With that sentence, Kesargel suddenly felt a strong dizziness!

In the next moment, he struggled out of endless pain.

Then, the bright sunshine over the small town shone on his face full of tears.

In more distant areas, noisy human voices are as usual.

The disaster has not yet begun...

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Sogou

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