The battlefield of death was taken away by Yunyao, and there was only empty echoes left in the underground space. The contestants were fighting fiercely, and there was a battlefield that even the outcome was decided. A young man in a mess was shouting that he had won and wanted to get a bounty.

But no one answered except for the echo.

The winner, who had three fingers broken and scratched on his face, did not get an answer. The expression was like a ball that was deflated after the dream was shattered, and he lost the hope of survival in an instant. It was obviously the hope given to him by 30 million, which made him forcefully complete the death battle. He crossed the boundaries of morality and law, killed other contestants before he reached the end, but now it has become futile. He killed people in vain, and he violated his conscience in vain. He could not see 30 million yuan. This sense of powerlessness swallowed his whole body, as if he wanted to drag him into the darkness of despair.

Tears fell, sobs started, and they hit the ground with fists. The wounds of the broken fingers kept touching the gravel, but the winner did not feel any pain at all. Only the listener was sad and the listener was unwilling to give up. Although he did not understand why the battlefield suddenly disappeared, the death-fighting competition seemed to be about to end.

But for the winner, the dawn that appeared was ruthlessly erased.

Outsiders can see that 30 million is of great significance to the winner. The other party surpassed the physical pain and mental obstacles and finally killed many challengers because they were hopeful, but hope was like a bubble, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Although Xiaoqing did not get 30 million, Bai Suzhen was not really in a hurry after all. But the winner of the broken finger was obviously very anxious, so he was so desperate.

Adong looked at Yunyao, as if saying that this was Yunyao’s fault. A god like Yunyao is just killing and burying. Although Zhucheng was established, no matter how dark there was in Zhucheng. There are many things that can be done 30 million, which can make a family’s life better and save lives.

"Since you are in such pain, why don't you let me kill you." A man walked to the winner of the broken finger, held the machine box in his hand, and pointed it at the desperate winner. His voice was soft, as if he was not trying to kill the other party, but gently guarded the other party away from despair.

When Adong saw this man, his eyes almost burst out with fire. That's right, that man was Adong's brother, a madman who killed his mother.

"Ah!" Ah Dong rushed over directly.

However, Brother Asong is not alone, he has two subordinates. Before Adong gets close to his brother, he has been knocked down by someone quickly boxing, and then he twists his arms to capture Adong and suppresses him.

"So it's you." The brother was not surprised to see Adong, because he knew that Adong would definitely not give up easily.

"I'm going to kill you." Asong roared angrily, his face flushed.

"Why? Those who cannot see hope in the Three Realms are simply torment for them, and our mother is like this, and so is this person." "Although I don't know what happened, he can't get the money even if the death battle contest was terminated. It can be seen that this bonus means a lot to him, and it is his hope. If hope is gone, life will end early." The brother said lightly, not thinking that he had done anything wrong.

The two brothers of Asdong still look very similar, but Brother Asdong's eyes are narrower and longer, more concentrated, and a little more calm. Although Asdong is very calm when participating in the competition, he is completely a naughty when expressing his views, and is completely influenced by feelings, not thought about it.

Brother Adong has his own set of logic, believing that anyone without hope can die, even his own mother. A person without hope is a walking corpse. Although his body is alive, his soul has no value.

The young man with broken fingers who won but could not get the bonus was the same. He only had the ring finger and little finger left in his right hand, but the despair he showed was more terrifying than the wound.

"What are you? What right do you have to decide the life and death of others?" Asdong said angrily. Although his mother was very sad for her father's affairs and was desperate because of the wall everywhere, as long as she was alive, she still had a chance, but her brother committed an unforgivable sin.

"I can kill him, this is my right. The strong can dominate the weak, and this has been the case since ancient times." The brother said lightly.

"What makes sense." Yunyao couldn't help but agree, which made Adong angrily. However, before Yunyao finished speaking, she continued: "Then I have a place I hope to ask you about your opinions, how to judge this strength? Is it the merits of simple force, the amount of knowledge, the level of experience, or the comprehensive strength? Please help me answer my questions."

Brother Adong obviously didn't consider it. Generally speaking, the difference in force value directly determines the strength. After all, knowledge and experience cannot be transformed into combat power immediately during fighting, only force is directly and simply reflected.

"The person I killed is naturally weaker than me." My brother could only judge the strength by the result in the end. Anyway, the one who died at his hands must be the weak.

Yunyao nodded and said he knew.

Seeing that Yunyao reached a consensus with the bad guy again, Adong became even more angry and shouted at the top of his voice: "Are you considered Zhu Cheng's patron saint like this? What did you protect?"

Is the other party a hundred flowers god? When it comes to Zhucheng's guardian god, everyone must think of it as the first time, after all, almost every household has it.

Yunyao was a little disappointed. He just said that he didn't rely on the gods and emperors. Did he forget so quickly? Besides, although he is a god, he is not a tool god. When Adong doesn't need it, he criticizes himself when he needs it, and when he does not do well, she also wants face.

"But I think what he said makes sense. Killing people who are weaker than themselves is really much easier than helping people who are weaker than themselves." Yunyao said that because he was educated by various schools of thought, he always chose to help the weak. If she had learned this brother Asdong earlier, it would definitely be another situation now. "Killing the weak only requires surpassing the other party in terms of force, but helping the weak is not enough. It requires economic strength, need to understand human nature, and be good at considering from the other party's perspective. It is really tiring." "This is Adong's brother, come on, every time you kill one more weak person, you will also help me solve problems. When the weak are killed by you, I will kill you again, and then the ears will definitely be much cleaner."

Everyone was stunned, and Adong was so angry that his face was blushing and almost vomiting blood. He knew that Yunyao was an evil heretic.

However, Brother Asong frowned because he felt that he was being manipulated. In the past, he used his will to complete the sacred hunting. Killing the weak was not a sin, but a kind of mercy between the strong and the weak. But when Yun Yao said this, the sacred hunting was immediately contaminated with malice and became unsacred. Instead, it became a way to help the gods and be lazy. It always felt like he had changed from an independent and kind warrior to a lackey of the gods.
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