"Oriental, let me ask you a question."

In the darker and deeper, the rain became heavier.

It slapped on the eaves, and the sound of jingling splashed.

Under the candlelight in the ancestral hall.

Chen Qiu looked at Dongfang Ce sitting at the edge of the wine table.

Looking at his pale face.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Dongfang Ce.

He patted Dongfang Ce on the shoulder, just like a real friend.

Asked softly:

“Those people outside the door.

How much does it cost to ask you to be a hero?

How much is the funeral expense for you, the hero?"

Dongfang Ce did not say a word.

It's time for him to challenge Chen Qiu.

Less than a stick of incense has passed.

He lost.

Like those people outside the door.

He lost miserably.

However, the tragic situation of those people outside the door has told him the fate of moving forward stubbornly.

He is luckier than them.

He knew when to stop.

He knew very well that his heart was full of courage and morality, and that he could not really make him invulnerable.

He knew all this.

Chen Qiu gave him enough reminders.

He pulled out in time.

Did not continue to try after failure.

He also knew the truth about the tragic incident in the village.

In that martial arts realm, it’s like falling into a quagmire.

The more unwilling you are, the more you want to struggle, the deeper you will fall.

Dongfang Ce held the wine glass and put the wine in the glass.

Drink it all in one go.

The spicy wine flows into the throat and intestines, like a burning fire, and goes all the way into the stomach sac.

Dongfang Ce's hand, which made Dongfang Ce tremble slightly, became more stable at this moment.

"Did you know now?"

Chen Qiu laughed.

He stood behind Dongfang Ce, his hands were like massage.

Kneading Dongfang Ce's shoulders, calming down for his friend.

Say softly:

"Do you think I'll force them?

Do you think I was letting them into a desperate situation?

Do you think I caused all this?

No."

He looked out at the door and said:

"It was them who played themselves to this point.

I'm a very reasonable person.

If they can choose to let go at the moment of losing.

Then you can leave safely.

Unfortunately, everyone has reasons to fight.

They want to be strong.

They want to make a name for themselves.

They want to rescue the danger.

They want to be fair,

When everyone comes to me, they are like you, full of courage.

I think I will be the unique one.

I think I will win.

I feel like I won't be like those weak people.

But what about it?”

Chen Qiu chuckled and said:

“Nothing different.

No one is the chosen son of God, and no one can restrain those desires.

The more they win, the less willing they will be to let go.

They could see hope for victory and wanted to try again.

Just like you, the East.”

Chen Qiu leaned down and lay down in Dongfang Ce's ear.

explain:

"Of course, I know, you are different from the dirty ones.

You really came to save people.

You don’t care about the essence of martial arts, and you don’t care about these secret treasures of immortals.

You are a real hero, Dongfang.”

Dongfang Ce's body trembled for a moment.

"Do you want to play again?"

Chen Qiu asked:

"You have climbed the 34th chapter ladder, and you can only open up the martial arts realm by just two chapters.

Only two quarters will be left to save everyone in the village.

Yes, you lost.

But that's okay.

You have fought with it once, and I think you have figured out its moves.

Let's do it again, Dongfang."

Chen Qiu's voice became softer and softer.

Just like some kind of dark temptation, he said:

“Do it again.

This time you win!

You are so talented, even if you encounter a strong enemy again.

You can also continue to test and find out his routine.

You will still win.

You and I know? Just try again? You will win!

You can become a hero who saves all living beings.

Everyone will bow to you.
To be continued...