"Are you able to refute this palace's order?"
Jiang Wuya put one hand on his chin and tilted his head slightly. In his rose-colored smiling eyes were unquestionable absolute self-confidence and... cold indifference to everything.
"Ah! Ugh!" The big man, who had broken his arm but did not beg for mercy, let out a cry of pain. His throat was tingling and he was breathing heavily, like the sound of a broken bellows. A broken voice overflowed, "Your Highness... Your Highness... forgive... forgive... the sin.
Batu... Batu... knows... knows his mistake! "
"Ha." Jiang Wuya snorted coldly and raised his slender index finger.
A purple Morpho butterfly emerged from Batu's flesh and blood. After eating enough blood, the purple butterfly swelled in size, and the colors on its body became brighter and more magnificent, just like a Morpho butterfly in a dream.
Just thinking that this purple butterfly became like this after sucking human flesh and blood, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of horror and physical disgust in their hearts.
Shuiwu frowned as he looked at it.
He has a gentle temperament, and the elemental power he learned after he advanced to Tianyuan Master is the pure water. What he pays attention to is being as kind as water and treating others in peace. Jiang Wuya's cruel, cunning, and indifferent methods really make him unpopular. .
A look of disapproval flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly, "His Third Highness is too violent, and if this continues, it may lead to a catastrophic disaster.
Your Highness should be patient and do more good deeds. "
Shuiwu's words seemed to turn on some switch.
Jiang Wuya, who originally had a playful and playful smile on his lips, turned slightly gloomy, and the upward curve of his red lips disappeared.
That face that couldn't see the whole picture but still showed evil charm seemed to be covered with a thick black fog, which was very dangerous.
The aura on his body suddenly deepened, as if a ferocious beast had broken free from the shackles of the underworld and stepped out to wash the world with blood. At that moment of power, even Shui Wu felt a suffocating stagnation.
But that aura disappeared as quickly as it came.
When he looked back, Jiang Wuya was still the wanton, evil and mysterious third prince of Southern Xinjiang.
His purple eyes were charming, with a teasing smile, and his beautiful, thin red lips parted in a strange arc, making his face ghostly, seductive, and dangerous.
He looked at Shui Wu with a smile, but he was carelessly playing with the purple butterfly that was full of flesh and blood. His red lips were slightly opened, and a deep voice slowly sounded out -
"Heh... want me to do good deeds?"
The corners of his mouth were curved in a mocking way, and there was an eerie light in his purple eyes, like a demon in hell peering at the fresh flesh and blood of the world.
“…How can one be good if one is born evil?”
The low voice seemed to come from another dimension, like a whisper from purgatory.
Although the sound was not loud, it rang directly into everyone's hearts, reverberating like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.
At that moment, with that glance, all that was left in everyone's eyes was the mysterious young man in the crowd who was wearing a black robe and wearing a mask, and his voice -
“…How can one be good if one is born evil?”
There is no self-deprecation, no ridicule, no helplessness, no emotion at all, just like a straightforward narrative, but it is like this, but it is deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, lingering and unforgettable!
Shuiwu frowned, "How can someone be born evil
As long as you keep a good heart, you can do good! "
Sixth update~
Hehe, come to a small theater and ask for tickets~
Fei Ye: (Hands over a bottle of wine) Sandian, I have wine, do you have a story
Jiang Wuya: (Evil and dangerous, with a smile in his eyes) I am poisonous, do you want to go to hell
(End of chapter)