Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan believes that most of them still have no regrets. If not, the first time they looked at Zhao Xuan and others, their eyes would not be defensive and hostile, but...guilty and guilty.

Of course, their defense and hatred was because they were worried that Zhao Xuan and others would find out the truth after entering the village and seek revenge on them.

Therefore, even if they rid the village of evil spirits, they will not come out of the house because they are afraid!

It was when Wen Xuan heard this truth that he felt his heart boiling, and he felt like vomiting.

Zhao Xuan noticed that Wen Xuan's brows were frowning and his face was not pretty. He raised his hand and patted Wen Xuan's back a few times. "It will be better if you can't help but spit it out."

He knew that his gentleness was always an illusion. He had lived too long and experienced too much. Even such appalling things could hardly cause too many waves.

The greatest evil in human nature is the true thoughts that they take for granted and hide deep in their hearts.

Perhaps in their eyes, self-preservation is a matter of course, and subsequent bloodletting is forced to do so, which is not what they want to do.

Wen Xuan's back was patted so gently by Zhao Xuan, and he felt a trace of imperceptible care, and the pale color of his lips finally softened a little.

He opened his lips lightly and said word by word, "Let's go to the village chief's home."

As he said, if you live, you want to see people, if you die, you want to see corpses!

Now that he knew where the body was, of course he had to take all his fellow disciples back.

Zhao Xuan rarely vetoed Wen Xuan's words, and this time was no exception.

"Okay, let's go now."

This isn't postmodern and can't send them all to jail.

However, this era pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, especially in monks, cause and effect will be more obvious.

These villagers thought they were taking blood out of desperation to protect themselves, but they didn't know that the evil deeds they had committed would be recorded one by one, and they would be rewarded in the future.

On the way there, Zhao Xuan slowly began to recall everything from the time he entered the village to when he heard the truth. All the unreasonable things had reasonable explanations.

"Now it seems that they were so concerned about our every move. They were obviously worried that we would find out everything when we entered the village, but they still didn't step forward to stop us..."

Wen Xuan suddenly took over the words, "Because they think we are the amulets sent to their door. The blood on those disciples should be drained soon. They need replacement blood, and we are the sheep sent to their door. There is no reason to turn them away. ”

Zhao Xuan turned his head, his smiling eyes met Wen Xuan's dark eyes, and they looked at each other, falling into silence.

Wen Xuan's eyes darkened, "..."

This feeling of being used as a mobile blood bank, suddenly known, is really uncomfortable.

In particular, they firmly believe that conquering demons is what monks should do throughout their lives. Whether they are the villagers of this village or other common people, they are the ones they should protect.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly knew everything, and everything seemed to have turned around.

The people they protected regarded them as cattle and sheep, ignored their lives, and only wanted to drain their blood. This made Wen Xuan... have mixed feelings in his heart.

Guessing the whole truth is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes the more you know and the clearer you are, it will only create a lot of doubts about human nature.

When Wen Xuan first met Zhao Xuan, his clean eyes were stained with indescribable complexity and heaviness in just a few days. After blurting out his guess, he even lowered his eyes unconsciously.

Zhao Xuan couldn't see Wen Xuan looking like this. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder and said softly, "This is the way the world is. If we talk about right and wrong, we can't figure it out clearly. Instead of thinking so much, it's better not to think about anything."

The world is so chaotic, evil spirits are at the forefront, and riots occur every once in a while in various places. Instead of thinking about human nature and letting your heart quickly become cold, it is better not to think about anything at all.

Wen Xuan looked sideways. When they first met, he always felt that Zhao Xuan was quite gentle and clean-tempered. But as they got along for longer, he found...

Zhao Xuan seemed to see everything clearly, whether it was human nature or anything else, it gave him an illusion.

It was as if he had lived in this world for a long time, long enough for him to see everything clearly.

"Zhao Xuan, what are you thinking about?" Wen Xuan asked suddenly.

Zhao Xuan raised his hand, and when Wen Xuan stared at him, he said slowly, "It seems like it's raining."

Wen Xuan was startled, thinking that Zhao Xuan could tell some great truth, so he instinctively imitated Zhao Xuan and stretched out his hand and gave it a try.

However, soon a drop of rain fell on his fingertips, and the cold touch made Wen Xuan's complicated mood suddenly disappear.

No matter how many traces there are on the ground, they will all be washed away by a rain.

Of course, the haze in his heart was not that easy.

However, Wen Xuanxiang had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly he no longer cared so much about being deceived or even taken advantage of by the villagers.

People's positions are inherently different. At the moment of life and death, they choose to live by themselves. Why can't they understand the death of others?

To say that they are wrong, it seems that they are not...

They just want to survive, but Wen Xuan cannot understand and agree with their approach.

"Yes, it's going to rain. I hope it will be a heavy rain." Wen Xuanyi raised his eyes to the sky with a hint.

The village was soon shrouded in dark clouds, and a depressing and heavy mood enveloped all the villagers. They were both panicked and nervous.

They were supposed to be celebrating that the threat had been lifted, but now they just wanted to hide in the house and not come out until Zhao Xuan and the others left...

Unfortunately, the more they wanted Zhao Xuan and others to leave, the more these people wandered around the village, causing the panic in the villagers' hearts to reach its peak!

How can they not be afraid?

Even if they were just trying to protect themselves and didn't think they had done anything wrong, after all, these people were with the monks, and they were still afraid that Zhao Xuan and his party would know the truth.

Zhao Xuan and Wen Xuan walked straight to the village chief's house, which quickly aroused the uneasiness of the villagers who were observing in the dark. Such decisive and clear actions clearly meant they were aware of it.

How can these people not be nervous and panic?

When the village chief's door realized that Zhao Xuan and the others might be coming towards them, he slammed it shut. When he touched it, the sound was extremely loud, as if the door was being torn down.

Zhao Xuan glanced at the cracks in the doors of other houses that were being observed in the dark with an expression of indifference, and said nothing.

Wen Xuan did the same thing as Zhao Xuan this time, slashing at him with his sword without saying a word. He managed to reduce his strength and only used 10% of his spiritual power.

Otherwise, the entire house will collapse, not just the door being split open.

Several people in the room suddenly felt the strong light shining in. Several people did not dare to look up at the two people standing at the door. They lowered their heads and huddled in a pile in the corner, shivering.