Grandpa, the patriarch of the clan, took a sip of tea and asked leisurely: "I asked you to read our family's historical classics. Have you gained anything these days? Come and tell Grandpa."
"Grandpa." The girl bowed first and then said, "My granddaughter has gained a lot these days and has gained a lot of experience."
"Oh? Tell Grandpa." The old man said with great interest.
"My granddaughter looked at history and discovered that there is one greatest truth in the world, and that is to kill one by one." The girl said calmly. "Kill?" The old man suddenly frowned and said in a deep tone, "Explain it to Grandpa." "Yes." The girl continued, "We are hungry and if we want food to fill our stomachs, we must kill prey to satisfy our hunger. We have enemies, so we must kill them to remove threats. If the world is at peace, we must kill heroes and take control of power..." The girl talked eloquently, but did not notice the old man's frown getting tighter.
He glared angrily and cursed: "How did you become like this? What on earth are you thinking in your head? I am really blind, training you for so many years in vain! Haha, I actually want to hand over the family to you?!" The old man yelled angrily to the end, his voice sounded like crying, and he started to cry directly. "That's enough! That's enough!" The young female cultivator looked ferocious, and the old man's cries made her extremely irritable. She raised her right hand high and slashed it down. Chi. With a soft sound, the old man was chopped into two pieces, blood spurted out, his internal organs fell out, and he died with his eyes open. The young female cultivator suddenly calmed down and remained motionless. Wearing a black robe, she looked like a stone statue, standing in the heavy rain. She lowered her head and looked at the corpse at her feet, memories of the past involuntarily appearing in her mind. When she was a child, her grandfather took her to ride bamboo horses and fly kites. After being tested and found to have high-grade spiritual roots, Grandpa smiled broadly. After becoming a Qi Lian, Grandpa taught me step by step. He also took her to handle family affairs and taught her...
For a long time.
The young female cultivator exhaled a breath and chuckled. "Hehehe... Hahaha."
Soon, laughter was flying, and she looked up suddenly, looking to the sky, arms fully opened. His tears flowed freely and his heart was filled with sadness, but at the same time his
There was a look of extreme satisfaction on his face. She felt like a person who was gradually drowning. Suddenly, she broke through the water and struggled ashore. She couldn't help but take a big breath, and the strong smell of blood, which seemed to be mixed with the resentment and anger of the tribe, hit her nostrils.
But she felt that the air was so damn fresh! "Although it's sad... But is this freedom? Hahaha. If I had known this, I should have killed them long ago. These noisy things should have been killed long ago. From now on, if I don't like them, I will kill them all!" The young female cultivator shouted loudly in the heavy rain, her excitement palpable.
Click! A bolt of thunder flashed, illuminating the joyful face of the young female cultivator.
Intention: If there really is such a villain, how will future generations comment on it?