Douluo: Fairy Music Piaopiao

Not finding anything unusual, Yun Xian had no choice but to give up and go to the Tiandou Royal Academy with them first, but... a little accident happened on the way.

The strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of Yun Xian's nose. She had not smelled such a strong smell for a long time, which made her frown, not only because of the strong smell of blood, but also because of the tightness in her chest. Next to her was the expressionless master, but the tight corners of his mouth also revealed his extreme disgust for this place at this time.

This is the great soul fighting arena in Silvis City, and at this time, the Shrek team is challenging the forty-level Fierce God team that has killed countless people.

Yunxian raised her eyes and glanced at the stage. The two teams were already ready. There was no emotion in her eyes. She only glanced at them lightly and then looked away. It wasn't that she wasn't worried, it was just because of the damage caused by Tang San's hidden weapon. Her strength was more than enough to deal with these people, but if it didn't work, it wouldn't be impossible for her to come to the stage in person to end the battle.

"Xianxian, what do you think?" The master's voice rang in her ears. In another corner of the room, Flanders and Zhao Wuji walked around anxiously.

Yun Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't know what the master was asking, so he only answered an irrelevant answer: "They deserved to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar that had just sounded on the stage stopped instantly, and there was silence all around. The viewing area, which was obviously full of seats, seemed to be empty.

The master nodded slightly, looked away, walked to the door, and when passing by Flanders and Zhao Wuji, he patted their shoulders: "Let's go, they need us right now."

The seven people in the group, except for Tang San who looked normal, all looked pale. Ning Rongrong knelt on the ground and retched.

The corner of Yunxian's eyes once again glanced at the corpse that had not yet been cleaned up on the stage, pursed his lips, and finally said nothing.

"Xianxian, are they all dead..." Xiao Wu's originally bright eyes were now empty, and she clutched Yunxian's arm tightly, trying to draw warmth from her.

Yun Xian nodded, touched Xiao Wu's rabbit ears with pity, but said cold and ruthless words: "They deserve to die."

"What?" Ning Rongrong looked at Yunxian in shock, and everyone else also looked surprised, even a little hard to accept.

"If you enter the world of soul masters with such a sentiment of the Holy Mother, then I advise you to leave as soon as possible." The master also spoke to the side, his tone unquestionable and cold and ruthless.

Dai Mubai wanted to retort a few more words, but he stared, a little scared: "But, they are also lives!"

Yun Xian's originally indifferent expression became stiff for some reason after hearing this: "Are they life? Then let me ask you, among the soul beasts you hunt, the meat and vegetables you eat, which of them is not life? Are they? Are you guilty? Why did you kill them? You ate them with relish, and now you say they are life, don't you think you are really being pretentious?"

After all, we are human beings, and we always feel compassion when we shouldn't, as if there is something wrong with us.

"I..." Dai Mubai opened his mouth, but found that he was unable to refute.

"So, do you want to tell me that the reason why you kill soul beasts is because of natural selection, survival of the fittest, and survival of the fittest? Then the same is true in the soul fighting field. You are free and easy on one side, and when the time comes to solve the problem of real freedom and justice When looking at sinners outside, they say no, they are lives and they should be forgiven. Right?" Yun Xian's tone was light, but everyone could hear the disappointment and unwillingness in it.

Perhaps, except for herself, no one really knows what she is disappointed in and what she is unwilling to accept.

Xiao Wu let go of her arm at some point and lowered her head, with a dark expression on her face. However, drops of water fell on the back of her hand in front of her. Yun Xian hugged her and said nothing.

Tang San also spoke: "I think the immortal is right. Those soul beasts were innocent and we killed them all. Why do we kill the guilty people now instead of this? They are life, aren't the people they killed not life? Those soul beasts are innocent. Most of the deceased are the breadwinners of their families. If they die, what will happen to their wives and children? Aren’t these human lives?”

A heavy atmosphere surrounded them, life and death, fairness and unfairness, justice and injustice. These three mountains pressed them tightly underneath, burying them bit by bit.

There is nothing absolute in this world, everything is relative, no matter which one the master said, this is also the most powerless part of this world.

In the end, they were educated by the master before returning to the hotel to sleep.

Yunxian stood at the door of the hotel, watching the lights in the room reserved by Shrek go out one by one. She jumped lightly and stood on the roof of the building, with the bamboo flute across her lips, slowly and melodiously. The sound of the flute sounded and was carried throughout the city by the cool autumn wind.

Tonight, everyone who slept, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter how stressed they were, felt that they had slept well for a long time.

However, the flute player could not sleep for a long time...

Yun Xian was playing the flute in her mouth, but this meditation song didn't bring any meditative effect to her. Is it because she was used to listening to it?

In the past, Father God took her to kill people. Although she killed all the unforgivable sinners, she still couldn't bear it psychologically. The Quiet Heart Song was specially prepared for children who were killing for the first time. However, after Yun Xian killed someone for the first time, he ordered that no one should play a meditation song for her.

Yun Xian no longer remembers that night, he only knows that no matter what he kills later on, he can never do without this song.

His chest was still feeling tight, Yun Xian lowered his eyes, and a purple light flashed across his eyes.

"Alas..." A sigh disappeared in the sound of the flute.

The night is cool and carries too many people's expectations.