("This old ancestor is too pitiful, right?" Seeing that Wei Wuxian could adapt so quickly, the girl who originally planned to sympathize with Wei Wuxian didn't know if she should pity Wei Wuxian for a while, but Wei Wuxian's heart was still a little vivid in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little scared. She was afraid that Wei Wuxian would let herself be killed by the conjuration spell.
As for Wei Wuxian's intention to fulfill the purpose of the person who sacrificed for herself, she knew that Wei Wuxian could not do it.
For a while, she couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. She hoped that Wei Wuxian could survive well, but she didn't want Wei Wuxian to be stained with undue blood.)
[Wei Wuxian poked the bowl of leftovers in his hand, thinking helplessly, as soon as the ancestor of Yiling returned to the world, he was kicked and scolded by someone. The first meal he received the wind and dust was this kind of leftover leftover leftovers. What about the bloody storm? What about chickens and dogs? What about the extinction of the whole family? Who would believe it when he said it? It is true that the tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the dragon traveled in shallow water was played by shrimp, and the phoenix that had plucked its hair was not as good as a chicken.
Just as Wei Wuxian was thinking about it, he heard a person drinking outside the door: "Hurry up, don't linger, pass out the bowl after dinner."
As bad as the tone could be, as if he was drinking not a man but a dog.
Wei Wuxian picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, then hurriedly spit it out, and the leftovers were nothing to worry about, and this bowl was obviously the leftovers that had been soured. It seems that Mo Xuanyu's situation is worse than Wei Wuxian imagined.]
"This is too much." Jiang Cheng felt that he was about to lose control of his anger, not to mention whether that person was Wei Wuxian, Mo Xuanyu was their relative after all, not to mention treating them well, at least he shouldn't insult people like this.
No wonder this Mo Xuanyu was so determined to use that lost and dangerous forbidden technique to let Wei Wuxian avenge him.
"I suspect that these people did it on purpose. How can I say that the leftovers are just a little cold in taste and not as delicious, and these people obviously treat Mo Xuanyu as a dog. This bad food is mostly used by the people to feed dogs." Nie Huaisang also felt a little angry, and deliberately put the leftovers after they were rotten before bringing them over for people to eat. No matter what, it is impossible for people to do such a move.
"How is this?" Jin Ziyao said calmly, "Everyone in high positions naturally doesn't know how vulgar and vicious the folk's methods of torturing people are. There are countless more outrageous methods than this, but they are not released."
Although most of the people are very simple, human nature is the most difficult thing to define. Some people rely on their own advantages to squeeze other people. Such things are not uncommon.
He didn't say anything to refute Jin Ziyao's words. People who cultivate are still malicious, let alone the people who haven't practiced?
But is there really no way to eliminate the hostility of the world?
When everyone was silent, Wei Wuxian suddenly raised his head, his eyes were a little dignified, there is black and white in the world, and black and white have their own balance, so if one day black is bigger than white, what will the world become like?
He didn't dare to think about it. The resentment that existed in the mass grave made people a little terrified. If the black and white were out of balance on that day, could it really guarantee that their lives would not be affected?