"I want you to declare your own spiritual vein!"
Chu Ci looked at that extremely familiar face that was so unfamiliar at this moment. He said in a hoarse voice, word by word: "You are not him! Give him back to me!"
The man chuckled lightly, and the demonic energy he released surrounded a villager and rose into the air: "I don't want to say it a second time!" As soon as the words fell, the villager who was struggling at first fell silent instantly, and blood dripped from his feet to the ground.
Chu Ci's eyes were red, and the coldness in his eyes continued to gather.
What does it matter whether he lives or dies in the world? These people deserve to die and live. Why does he feel so sad about these things? He only wants Mo Zhi!
The man looked at him coldly, and while the demonic aura was overflowing, the villagers all fell to their knees. Some of them ran to him crying and begging him for help. Chu Ci closed his eyes and finally felt compassion.
Seeing this, the man laughed even louder: "Chu Ci, today I will let you know why you feel sad!"
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Determination: To sacrifice one person for oneself and for the world