At this time, Wen Donglai asked Yu Xinshu frantically in his heart: "How should I deal with her?"

Those two bitches actually left such a difficult matter to themselves.

Bitch man!

Bitch man!

Bitch man!

Wen Donglai cursed in his heart, but he still had some moral integrity and did not use any more unpleasant words.

"She has carried out holy sacrifices to the heaven without authorization, and robbed the monsters of nature. Her crimes are extremely evil and have caused the anger of the heaven and the resentment of the people. Either she will be handed over to the Tongru Yamen for disposal; or you can fight the chaos on behalf of the heaven and fulfill the will of heaven in all affairs, and the heaven will reward you with infinite power."

Yu Xinshu's sweet and waxy voice was filled with an icy air.

"Either someone else kills her, or I kill her, okay."

Although Wen Donglai said this, he had his own thoughts in his heart.

He looked at Zhao Wuxie who was kneeling on the ground and asked in a cold voice: "When did you carry the Holy Sacrifice to Heaven?"

"Three years ago." Zhao Wuxie replied expressionlessly, his face pale and his heart ashen.

Wen Donglai was stunned. Three years ago?

He is too sensitive to this time.

It seems that the original owner of my body also worshiped Emperor Luotian three years ago.

"Why do you have to carry the Holy Sacrifice?"

Zhao Wuxie raised his head to look at him, a flush flashing on his pale and delicate face.

The voice changed and turned into a delicate female voice: "My ancestor Zhao Wushuang once led the Confucian Wolf team of Langxu Prefecture to win the Continental Champions Cup of the 'Confucian Shooting Sirius'. It was passed down to my generation, but I have become a non-Confucian.

So I don’t want to give in. Why can’t I join the Confucian Wolf Team because I have learned such powerful Confucian archery skills because I don’t have the power? Every time I think about my mother’s loss and sorrow, my heart is as sharp as a knife... So..."

It turns out that she was originally an unruly person.

"Continental Champions Cup."

Wen Donglai was suddenly surprised: "The population of Tianru Continent is one hundred trillion, but your ancestor can actually stand out from the population of one hundred trillion... awesome..."

He knows that the competitive sport of "Confucian Shooting Sirius" is actually similar to football.

The best way to stimulate people's blood and fighting spirit is a lunatic sport that can make people forget about life and death and enjoy it as if they were eating sweets.

Even on earth, every time he saw the Hercules Cup, he would feel hot all over.

Not to mention in this Confucian world where glory is equal to life.

But if he could stand out from a population of hundreds of millions, he would be even more awesome than the Confucian Sage.

Zhao Wuxie bears the glory of her ancestors, and one can imagine the pressure in her heart. It is also unknown how she grew up.

Wen Donglai looked at her, and she looked at Wen Donglai.

"You, like me, are both unruly people now." She said suddenly, her pale face softening slightly.

Wen Donglai quickly frowned, with a cold expression on his face, and sneered: "I'm different from you. My Confucianism is just dead, but you don't have Confucianism at all."

He also read the general history of Confucianism explaining the non-Confucian disciples.

Ever since Confucianism lived in the Confucian Mansion, there have always been some human beings in the world who were born unable to perceive their own Confucianism, just like when Wen Donglai just traveled here. If he still cannot sense his own Confucianism, then he will be different from the one in front of him.

Zhao Wuxie is really the same type of person.

"The results are the same, and no one in the world pays attention to the causes or processes."

Zhao Wuxie bit his lower lip, with hatred in his eyes, hating someone, maybe hating everything.

"The goodness in the world will not be given to you..." Wen Donglai suddenly said this sentence.

Zhao Wuxie froze, not knowing what he was thinking of, tears bursting out of his eyes, and his face instantly became pear-shaped.

"Kill me. My heart is already riddled with holes. Even if my body doesn't die, my heart will die sooner or later."

Wen Donglai felt a headache.

Heartbroken.

He also said this during his last phone call to his mother.

Hearing it again now made me feel sad.

He quickly asked Yu Xinshu: "What will happen if I don't care about anything?"

Yu Xinshu didn't answer him.

"Wen Donglai, in fact, she is also a victim, a victim of the ruthlessness of heaven and earth. You decide whether to kill or save."

Jun Qing suddenly whispered in his ear.

Wen Donglai closed his eyes slightly and asked God for his will, but God ignored him.

He also thought about Wen Mu and the mysterious black-robed man.

They were in tandem, one planned for him three years of sacrifice to heaven, and the other granted him immortality.

Both of them gave themselves a second life, no matter what the purpose was, but he was able to survive until now not only because of his own desperate struggle, but also because of the kindness released by others.

This kindness gradually revived his dying heart.

"Maybe all she needs is a little kindness from others."

Wen Donglai made up his mind and suddenly asked: "When you were chopping me just now, you said that killing me would save the 33,000 people in Kuru Town. Is it true or false?"

"Haha, I couldn't kill you, but you succeeded in saving yourself. What's the use of talking about it anymore?"

Zhao Wuxie shrugged slightly, his eyes bright, as if he could see everything clearly.

Wen Donglai nodded slightly: "It seems that what you said is true."

Zhao Wuxie looked at him doubtfully.

Wen Donglai smiled and said: "Even if the world is not kind to you, you still have a heart to be kind to the world. This is enough... Just go away, I pretend I haven't seen you..."

"You want to let me go." Zhao Wuxie looked at him in surprise.

Wen Donglai still kept smiling, but in fact he sighed bitterly in his heart: "I took away all your strange power, revived your flesh and blood, and successfully integrated the power of heaven. I don't know whether I owe you or you owe the world... I can't figure out this confusing debt.

, just leave it to fate."

Zhao Wuxie stared at him for a long time, without any pretense, he stood up and bowed his hands.

"Okay, I, Zhao Wuxie, will definitely repay your kindness in the future."

Then turned around and left.

Wen Donglai's eyes followed her body. When Zhao Wuxie walked to the door, he stopped. Wen Donglai's eyes shrank and he suddenly stopped her.

She didn't look back, her face felt miserable, and she closed her eyes as if she was waiting to die.

Wen Donglai couldn't see her face, but just said: "What happened today is known to God and to earth. You know it and I know it. Please keep it secret."

Zhao Wuxie's chest rose and fell, and his brows lost the coldness of the past, and had more of the tenderness of a daughter.

"I will keep your secret until the sea is dry and the stone is broken."

Then he walked straight out of the guest room.

Wen Donglai rubbed his cheek, whether it was to laugh or to sigh: "It's so good to be a human being, but you have to do something weird."

He thought again of Zhao Wuxie's lifespan, which was ninety-two years old. How long could she live?

Maybe it is true to the saying, it is your own fault and you will not survive.

Yu Xinshu replied at this time: "The 4-4 Confucian idiosyncrasies of the Buru Zhenyin Stem and Branch Sequence have been eliminated, the anger of heaven has been calmed, and it is difficult to get rid of human resentment..."

Wen Donglai thought of the horror and pain that happened to those who suffered the wrath of God.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What's the use of killing her..."

"He is fine, but he has become an unruly person."

Zhao Wuxie said simply, cupped his hands slightly, turned around and left.

The person outside the door showed a mixture of surprise and regret. Kuzhu looked at her excitedly and thanked her hurriedly.

"Brother Zhao, thank you, thank you for saving him."

Zhao Wuxie smiled faintly, his face no longer as cold as before and became gentle and soft: "No, I should be the one thanking him for saving me. One day I will go to Mo's house to pay my respects."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's minds were filled with questions.
Chapter completed!