"What if it's me..." Blind Tang suddenly fell silent, "If I kill someone one day, no matter what the reason is... You won't let me go?"
"Killing someone is killing someone. There is no right or wrong." Han Chan's face was expressionless, and the snow-white robe on his body was so clean that it almost stung people's eyes. "If that day comes, it's best to never let me see you again."
"Haha..." Then the corner of his mouth was stained with sarcasm.
The cold sword at his waist had not yet been unsheathed, but he felt as cold as ice and panicked.
...
"Ha... One pole can overturn a boat. Taoist priest, you really can tell the difference between black and white."
"I didn't take her life, it was already her fate."
"Since the Taoist Master thinks my hands are full of blood, why don't you kill me with one sword? I think there are not many dead souls under your sword."
The sword slashed his chest, blood splattered out.
So much so that he saw his own cold blood on the other person's face, and even he trembled at such a temperature.
After all, no one has such a warm temperature.
It turns out that so many things can't make him say "I don't believe in demons."
It's all a joke.
...
The love words spoken by a heartless person like him are the most deadly.
"I finally found you, A blind man."
"Even if I spend everything I have in exchange for my life, I will still hold onto your last bit of soul until the time when I no longer have the strength to find you."
"I'm back." He said.
——The place where you are is the place I, Han Chan, will go to even if I go through fire and water for the rest of my life.