Be it gods or saints, or devils, they are not black and white.
Although Ling Xiyue kills people like crazy, she can kill with a knife without even raising her eyes, but she still retains her original intention. No matter how pitiful she is, there will be times when her original intention is touched.
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In her own words, she still has a clear conscience and is not a killing machine.
The little girl raised her head, and her almost skinny body stood up tremblingly, leaning close to the woman whose face was covered by a black veil. She looked timidly at Xuan Ye and then at Ling Xiyue, who was trembling all the time.
She seemed very scared, afraid that they would hurt her...
Others think this world is hell, but only Ling Xiyue can see it clearly.
The people living in this boundless dark world are not ghosts, but living people!
The vast majority of people here are just like the people outside. They are just ordinary people. Just because of various so-called "strangeness" in their bodies, they are classified as monsters and are trapped in this dark world forever.
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Struggling hard and never seeing the light of day.
She disagreed with what the ghosts did, but from the moment she entered this world, she felt a little inexplicable bitterness about the situation of the ghosts, not for the high-ranking royals, but for the lives of those at the bottom...
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At this time, this little girl's pitiful and humble appearance, in such a sad and tragic dark world, really touched her.
She is not a monster, nor an alien, nor a treacherous villain, she is just...sick.xdw8
I can't bear to criticize a child who is suffering from a serious disease.
"It's okay, let's go." Ling Xiyue said again with a smile on her face.
The woman whose face was covered with black gauze held the little girl in her hands and quickly left from the side.
The little girl whose face was covered with abscesses and who was dragged away turned around from time to time and looked in the direction of Ling Xiyue. After a long time, she squirmed and said, "Aniang, that sister is born so strangely..."
The little girl has been born in this place and has never seen anyone like Ling Xiyue.
"Stop talking and leave quickly." The woman lowered her head and quickly took the child away. After a while, she disappeared into the dimly lit street.
Close your eyes, close your ears, don't speak more, don't ask more, this is the survival rule that the weak should remember. It is not easy for them to live in this world and survive. In this boundless hell, life is even more fragile, and they can no longer withstand any storms.
Ling Xiyue looked at the place where the little girl disappeared, feeling a little sad.
They belong to the same three clans and have a history of tens of millions of years. Compared with the people living in the paradise land of the world under the protection of the Huangfu family, the ghost clan's bottom class, including the upper class clansmen, have to adapt to such a dark and dark life, which seems really sad.
In the face of such sadness, any words pale.
Having never seen the current situation of the ghost clan before, Ling Xiyue just didn't like the way the ghost clan acted. But now, seeing the tip of the iceberg, although she was still not happy, she had a better understanding of the ghost clan's desperate approach.
Cursed from life to life, they are like rats in the sewer, struggling in the darkness of hell. They have endured this kind of suffering for thousands of years.
Although the evil consequences were caused by oneself, they were all done by the ghost royal clan. What does it have to do with these lowest-level clansmen?
Regardless of whether she has the memory of the bloody sea of hatred or not, Ling Xiyue is not someone who wants to kill everyone.
As the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own owner, and her hatred is only for the royal family of the ghost clan!