"Huan Mo, you want to control me?" Zan Mengqi frowned.
Huan Mo shook his head and said: "You are thinking too much. I do not control you and cannot control you, but I can let you control yourself. The human heart can relax, but you are different from them. I have planted a demon in your heart."
Seed."
Zan Mengqi's face was expressionless, but he was very confused in his heart. If a person is sick, he can know it. If a person is not sick, how can he get sick? Everyone in the world is the same as him. Life and death follow each other. The flame in his heart blooms from time to time. The seeds of the demon race
How did it get into my heart!
The world is ever-changing, and there are many inner thoughts. When a person faces changes in things, he will have thoughts. When it touches his eyes, our thoughts will also change. Even a blind person is the same. When he touches something with his hand,
They will also have ideas and be able to distinguish between true and false.
People have life and death, which is the basis for identifying all things. What we see is called cognition, and what we get is called ideas. The names of objects are all given by people, and the origin of the universe is also given by people.
Everything is created by people. You call the earth the earth, but is its real name really the earth?
Zan Mengqi quietly tested his heart, and as expected, an idea came up. This idea was his own. Looking at the confident look in Huan Mo's eyes, he tried to force the idea out of his heart, but it had the opposite effect, and became more and more entangled.
"Huan Mo, you are so despicable." Zan Mengqi felt a little pained.
Huan Mo smiled and said: "I just encouraged your idea. When the Taoist priest exorcised you, I planted this demon seed. I didn't expect it to come in handy. I know your idea very well. This demon seed
You can't get rid of it, so don't struggle, otherwise you will only suffer more."
Zan Mengqi's breath was a little confused, his eyes became blood red, and his mind gradually became blurry. This was thought. The thoughts of the demons began to control him. When he was looking at the phantom, his surroundings changed, and a man in red appeared in front of him.
"Trash!" the man in red yelled angrily.
"Who are you?" Zan Mengqi asked, shaking his head.
The man in red had a bad temper. As he spoke, he kicked Zan Mengqi to the ground and said arrogantly: "I am you and you are me."
Zan Mengqi was panting and turned sideways to look carefully. The man in red looked exactly like him and was stronger than him. His words were full of domineering. He was confused in his heart and asked: "How could you be me?"
The man in red was instantly angry and kicked and punched him. Zan Mengqi wanted to fight back but was suppressed. In the blink of an eye, he squatted down and grabbed his collar, and said angrily: "I also want to ask you, why are you me? This
The world is too realistic, how could I be as weak as you and be controlled by a mere little devil? You should not be me, I am the real Zan Mengqi."
The man in red punched twice more. Zan Meng's nose cleared and his eyes were swollen. He was struggling in his heart to fight back, but he still couldn't move. Thinking about the magic demon's words, he looked at the man in red and suddenly understood the reason to control himself. This person is him.
It turns out that I have always been very irritable.
"You are my temper and I am your thoughts. We are the same person and the same body. You hit me because I am weak. I hate you because you are strong. But why can't you understand me? The only thing in the world is thoughts.
Only by doing this can we save the people, and violence will only make people suffer." Zan Mengqi said calmly.
The man in red had no thoughts, and his temper became more and more irritable, saying: "How can thoughts in the world save the people? Those gangsters never give up violence because of your kindness. This world is a violent world. Only by defeating them can we completely defeat them."
Unity, your thoughts are cheap, my force is the right way."
"No, force will only make people more miserable. If you use force to fight for the world today, someone will use force to compete with you tomorrow. Thoughts determine the success or failure of the world. What the world wants is the thought of justice, not your so-called
Violence." Zan Mengqi said.
The man in red didn't know how to think. He gritted his teeth angrily and punched Zan Mengqi in the face again. Not only did he disagree with Zan Mengqi's idea, he pointed and pointed fiercely: "Is this what you are thinking? I will hit you, but you won't
Fight back, I scold you, and you don't retaliate. If everyone is like you, then where will the strongest people in this world live? You are not worthy of being me, and I am the real you."
Zan Mengqi wiped the blood, and the justice deep in his heart finally broke out. He stood up slowly, and watched the man in red punch one, two, or even three punches and two kicks. The man in red took a few steps back in surprise.
Zan Mengqi roared: "No one can change the thoughts of justice. Even violence cannot stop its value. You want to use force to conquer the world, but you don't know the consequences of using force. Although your thoughts are not as strong as yours, its explosion is yours."
It cannot be compared. If the phantom asked you to hit me, then I will show him how powerful this idea of justice is."
The man in red said angrily: "You can only quibble. Only one of us can survive, and that's me."
brush!
The man in red punched, and Zan Mengqi looked solemn. In order to prevent more people from being killed, he ducked sideways and caught the punch. The man in red was surprised and punched again. Zan Mengqi then caught another punch and said:
"The thought of justice will never fade away." He immediately punched back one, two, and several more punches, knocking the man in red to the ground.
"Kill me!" the red man shouted.
Zan Mengqi shook his head and said: "You and I are one. Killing you is equivalent to killing me. The world needs ideas as well as force. We are friends, brothers, and confidants. How can we kill each other!"
The man in red still refused to accept it and shouted: "I don't need to think. Since it is a failure, then you kill me."
Zan Mengqi squatted down and put his hand on the chest of the man in red. The hot flames made him feel a little uncomfortable. Gradually, the man in red disappeared, and there was a black mark on his chest. The two finally merged into one.
Zan Mengqi sighed: "Don't worry, I will make good use of you, and you will make good use of me."
"hateful!"
brush!
A black mist attacked Zan Mengqi's body, and the phantom instantly grabbed him on the ground. Zan Mengqi couldn't resist, and was instantly stimulated into a yin-yang mirror, which was held by the phantom in his hand.