In the evening, the mountains are green and red leaves are reflected, and birds are singing among the peaks. It is a fresh natural scenery that makes people feel refreshed.

On the path covered with fallen leaves, Luo Dixing stepped on the colorful ground under his feet, and his eyes were always filled with the deepest chill. It seemed that he could have predicted that this beautiful green mountain would be stained with blood in a blink of an eye.

Think back to the conversation with Xu Wuji—

——"Assassinate the Qianye Sect? As far as I know, the Qianye Sect has a female disciple who is close to Ye Shuo. Is it going to kill her and make Ye Shuo painful? If that's the case, just leave it to me!"

——"No, don't move the female disciple who has close relationships first. If she is in that team, it would rather let the whole team go together. Remember not to meet her."

——"Why is this? Forget it, as long as you can hit the Xuantian Alliance, leave it to me no matter what it is."

In this way, this inexplicable task fell on me.

"I never recognize you, and I have no grudges with you, and I don't even know why I want to kill you... But if your death can pave the way for him to revenge, I can only ask you to die."

Although he had already hated killing, if killing was not the end or the process, it was just a means and the only thing he could do for Mo Liangcheng, then no matter how rebellious he was, he was willing to do it.

Looking at the figures that appeared faintly in the distance, Luo Dixing took a deep breath, silently clasped the weapons in his hand, and once again covered his body with a layer of underground Shura-like cold air.

...

The Fentian School, in the bedroom of Moliang City.

"Several people, I still want to confirm again... With Cheng'er's physique, is he really suitable for installing such prosthetics?" Several staff members from the black market had arrived. When they removed their big bags and gathered in front of Moliangcheng's bed with various special tools, Xu Wuji and others were still worried.

A man with a leading short shirt was flipping through the report, and his mouth kept clattering a pipe. "This, according to the information you provided, there is no problem with the data analysis. There is more than one of you who have purchased our products. Most of them can adapt well now and have no repulsion. Don't worry, ah."

Xu Wuji's expression tightened: "What about the vast majority...what else part?"

The man in short shirt seemed extremely impatient with this problem of grammatical disease. Based on the principle of "customer first", he still smiled skillfully: "Before the formal installation, we will collect the patient's information in detail. Why? Isn't it just to have a full understanding of the patient's physical condition and minimize the possibility of medical accidents?

If there are really a small proportion of patients who are prone to repulsion with the instrument, we will not install them from the beginning. No matter what, the safety of the patient is the first priority! And if you think about it, this prosthesis is installed outside the human body and does not react with the cells in the body. Where can it be repulsed if it is repulsive?"

With a cigarette puff in his mouth, he would spit out a lot of smoke every time he said something. Ruan Shi, who was accompanying him, knew that Xu Wuji was arrogant and if he couldn't stand this provocation, the conflict between the two sides would be troublesome. He hurried forward and laughed at both sides, trying his best to smooth things over.

...

Blood, the blood on the face, was like a rain of blood.

On both sides are fallen disciples of the Qianye Sect. Luo Dixing shuttled through it, and the god of death's sickle passed by like a wheat cut, cutting into countless chests and cutting countless throats.

At this time, his whole body had already been dyed into a bloody man.

With his strength, he could have been able to keep his blood from falling into his body. But this time his movements were extremely fast and slow, and he was eroding the blood waves again and again, as if he wanted to feel the last warmth in the life of the deceased, and at the same time he was also remembering his sins in this way.

When it was finally empty in front of him, Luo Dixing slowly raised his head and looked at the blood-stained sunset in the distance.

My sins have deepened... Forget it, anyway, I cannot live in this world to be worthy of everyone, so I can only be worthy of the people I care about.

...

"Look, he is so injured. Can he really use it normally after installing a prosthetic limb?" Xu Wuji had completely lost the overlord momentum of the Dingtian Mountains at this time. He was like a child with a strong desire for knowledge. In just a moment, he had asked no less than a dozen questions.

"...Not to mention that only the wrist bones are left, even if he lacks half of his arm, we all have special simulated forelimbs. There will be no problem. Please go to the side to rest first?" The man in short shirt was almost forced to his limit.

Xu Wuji was just supported by Ruan Shi and took a few steps back, then raised his head with great scrutiny: "By the way, will it be very dangerous when sleeping after installing this thing? Are there any safety measures?"

The man in short-dressed man pulled out a pair of round handcuffs from his bag and put it on the table with a "pop" sound: "When sleeping, use this to handcuff both wrists to the bed post, and he will not move around."

Xu Wuji suddenly became anxious: "Isn't this similar to a prisoner? How uncomfortable it will be for him! Or... or can we stop pretending?"

The man in short-shirt rolled his eyes impatiently: "First of all, please make sure that he is disabled now, and there will definitely be many inconveniences in his future life. Do you still expect him to be like a normal person? If you feel uncomfortable at the beginning, just adapt. Why can't you adapt to it when you are alive?"

As he said that, he snapped his fingers as if nothing had happened, the staff on both sides took out special steel nails, which were about inch long. After aiming one end of the tip at Mo Liangcheng's wrist bone, he held a hammer and repeatedly knocked them above. The narrow steel nails penetrated into the joints inch by inch, making waves of tiny friction sounds.

The hook claw was normal when looking directly, but when it was lifted to Mo Liangcheng's wrist, its size seemed to increase a lot out of thin air. A strong sense of incongruity suddenly emanated, like a developmental freak. Not to mention other brothers, even Xu Wuji couldn't accept it!

But the staff turned a blind eye, and steel nails were embedded in it. Mo Liangcheng's expression gradually felt obvious pain, his breathing became faster and faster, and his arms trembled violently. Obviously, he was resisting such things of unknown origin. But he could not speak, and he could only express his rejection in this way.
Chapter completed!