Chapter 487 I feel like I need another fight
Ye Xiaoman followed suit, using the same sentence structure to ask back, "You persecuted Senior Sister Wen. Did she or her master offend you in any way?"
Dou Xian stopped in surprise and looked at Ye Xiaoman. "So you're standing up for Wen Wen. How strange! Isn't this the first day you met her?"
Ye Xiaoman broke off a branch from the roadside and patted Dou Xian's swollen face: "Believe me, the beastly things you did will make anyone who sees you want to beat you up."
The bruises on Dou Xian's face were made even more painful by Ye Xiaoman's beating. His expression twisted for a moment, but he endured it with gritted teeth and forced a smile.
He was obviously furious, but he pretended to be indifferent for the sake of face, which finally made Ye Xiaoman feel a little relieved.
Dou Xian: "You are very presumptuous."
Ye Xiaoman: "I'm going to be even more outrageous later."
Dou Xian: "Oh yes, you have two husbands at the Foundation Establishment stage with natural spiritual roots. Our small Chaofei Sect is just a place where you can come and go as you please."
Ye Xiaoman: "Yeah, who would have thought that your little Chao E Sect is such a hidden gem. You haven't answered my question yet."
"To be honest," Dou Xian turned his face away from Ye Xiaoman's branch, tucked his sleeves in, and pretended to be polite. "Wenwen's master and I have a close personal relationship. Wenwen is a good child and is very respectful and obedient to me. They have not done anything to offend me."
Dou Xian understood what Ye Xiaoman wanted to ask.
"If you want to dig deeper, apart from Wenwen's two family members, the raw materials for the other flower pots in my yard were selected randomly."
"They could be ordinary disciples seeking my advice on cultivation, or servants just passing by. Or maybe I'm in a good mood one day and casually open a page in my friend's address book..."
Ye Xiaoman nodded. "There's no hatred or resentment. It's just that you want to trick people. What's your purpose in raising flowerpot people? To refine Gu?"
I broke off a broad-leaved leaf from a roadside tree and fanned myself with it.
"What purpose do I need? Because it's fun." He was puzzled by Ye Xiaoman's anger. "I just do things I find interesting. It's that simple."
Think about how Wen Wen worked so hard for the sect, and used all the salary she earned to buy talisman water from him. She was so full of hope, and kept two flower pots for three to six years. The greater the hope, the stronger the despair. It was not until the end that she found out that it was a scam. She killed two of her closest relatives with her own hands. How wonderful her expression must have been at that time!
Will he cry? Will he rush over to kill someone? Or will he kill himself with his sword?
Oh my, he was looking forward to it so much just thinking about it.
Weird people can always cheer people up, make the dull life more colorful, and have the effect of air conditioning that cools down the hot desert. Ye Xiaoman finally met a living mutant and always wanted to study their psychology.
She humbly asked, "How did you become the twisted person you are today? Did you experience any inhuman torture as a child?"
Dou Xian liked Ye Xiaoman's mental state very much. Not only was she not afraid at all, she also showed full interest in him.
Bianpeptide has been playing the good guy for too long, and there is no one to brag about his deeds to, which makes him very lonely.
Dou Xian rarely had someone to chat with, and thinking that Ye Xiaoman would not survive long in his hands, he shared his story with Ye Xiaoman.
Everything he did had its reasons. He hoped Ye Xiaoman could understand him, give him enough respect, and stop looking at him with discriminatory tinted glasses.
"No, no, I was born into a wealthy merchant family. My family has been well-off since I was young, my parents are loving, and my family is harmonious. I grew up under the care of my parents and elders."
Ye Xiaoman: "Oh?"
It turns out he was born evil.
Dou Xian showed off his glorious deeds to Ye Xiaoman.
"My father was a kind and honest businessman. He never cheated on goods. In times of disaster, he would donate most of his wealth to help the poor. My mother was simple, gentle, and kind to her servants. Everyone who came into contact with her praised her. In short, they were just two boring, good-natured people."
"They loved me very much, except for one thing: they used strict methods to discipline me. They wanted me to learn etiquette, not torture the maids and servants, and to get up before dawn every day to go to private school."
Dou Xian sighed repeatedly as he spoke, as if he had suffered greatly. "Do you think it's annoying?"
Ye Xiaoman laughed.
"I was so fed up. I just wanted to sleep until I woke up naturally. When I was eight years old, on the night of August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took my mother to see the big, round moon in the well. When she wasn't paying attention, I pushed her in and drowned her."
"My father fell ill after losing his beloved. I changed his medicine, and as a result, he died."
"I inherited the family business, but because I was young, the clan asked my uncle to take care of me. He was also a boring and nice man, but he didn't like me very much."
"Now that I think about it, I probably just enjoyed playing the Glass House game too much."
Ye Xiaoman asked: "Glass House?"
Dou Xian gestured roughly to size it, "It's a small magic tool for children to play with. When you open it, a small glazed house will appear on the ground."
Ye Xiaoman remembered: "A small transparent glass house, used by children for playing house."
Dou Xian said, "I have a large and beautiful glass house. I like to take servants in and kill them. Do you know how much fun that is?"
Ye Xiaoman glanced at Dou Xian and almost asked why killing people in the glass house brought him so much pleasure. He couldn't do it anywhere else, so why did he have to go to the glass house?
Anyone who can guess Dou Xian’s thought process by intuition in this question must either have an amazing ability to empathize with others or have a somewhat twisted mentality.
Dou Xian happily recalled: "The red fountain sprayed on the snow-white glass. The scenery was really beautiful!"
Ye Xiaoman raised her middle finger with genuine emotion: "You are truly a typical villain."
The real bad guy is not the stereotypical villain who was abused when his entire family was wiped out when he was young, and then turned evil and took revenge on the whole world. True evil never has a reason.
People who are born bad may raise their knives against people around them to relieve their boredom because their lives are going smoothly and their days are too boring.
People like Dou Xian, who are born with antisocial personalities and are unable to empathize with the pain of others, do all kinds of incredible things just for fun.
Ye Xiaoman's opinion is that everyone has always believed that "people become bad due to various unavoidable reasons", but this is just psychological comfort that good people use to deceive themselves. It is probably difficult for ordinary people to accept that some people are born devils.
This is also what Ye Xiaoman has always advocated. When encountering peptide mutations, there is no need to reason with them, just kill them directly.
Ye Xiaoman's anger pleased Dou Xian, and he never stopped talking.
He then revealed several of his own immoral deeds. Ye Xiaoman never expected that Zhu Chuideng also had a place in Dou Xian's glorious record.
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