Is it really just hatred?
Honestly...
Upon hearing this soft question, cracks suddenly appeared on the faces of those bewildered roadblocks.
It's as if time, which had never flowed, has finally begun to flow.
He said:
"...I was actually very afraid of them. I was always the first to spot an enemy attack because I couldn't sleep at night because I was scared."
He said:
"Actually, I wish my friend could have survived."
She said:
"My sister is actually very strong. Even without me, she should be able to become an excellent soldier."
He said:
"I am actually just an illegitimate child, and I am only pretending to be the heir of a great noble family."
As they spoke, relieved smiles appeared on their faces, and the smiles vanished silently.
The one who remained until the end was a boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.
On him are some of the marks that Ning Feng is most familiar with.
This is a guardian.
The boy looked at Ning Feng, whose body was gradually breaking apart, but his expression showed no pain.
He simply stared at Ning Feng, as if trying to see through something.
After a while, he suddenly spoke:
"My honest truth? I really don't want to die..."
Ning Feng remained silent, offering neither advice nor rebuttal.
After saying that, the boy added:
"But actually, I'm not afraid of dying."
A radiant smile appeared on his face, which had been frozen for a thousand years. He laughed at the murderer who had brought him to his death:
"Brothers in the courtroom, don't let us die in vain."
He said:
"We absolutely have to win."
After saying this, without waiting for Ning Feng's reply, the boy's soul could no longer hold on and completely turned into fragmented dust.
Ning Feng placed the mask he had removed on his chest and bowed slightly towards the dust of annihilation.
"must."
We will definitely win.
However, the peace did not last long...
A completely different, insane babbling suddenly erupted in the quiet space!
The sound was howling, wailing, and wailing.
She was saying:
(I don't want to die!)
(I don't want to die!)
)
(I don't want to die!)
! )
Power surged, and a suffocating pressure roared forth.
(I hate it so much!)
! )
Looking up, Ning Feng gazed at the gradually forming black phantom before him, a flicker of emotion appearing in his eyes.
He said:
"They hate me, but I don't care."
"But I cannot accept your hatred."
The cold voice gradually changed, showing signs of emotional fluctuation.
His clothes fluttered under the terrifying pressure, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart was gradually released.
His palm sliced across the blade of the Judgment Words sword, and black blood slowly flowed from the wound, staining the silver-white longsword with a scarlet hue.
The aura of holiness faded, gradually transforming into pure evil.
With his bloodshot eyes wide open, the demonized Ning Feng glared at the culprit who had caused all this, and declared with his sword in hand:
"Fall completely..."
"Gods!"
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