The seven-emotional warfare method, Leyu hasn't heard this term for a long time.

The last time I heard it, it was when he was hitting Gao Jin as Qian Yuliu. Gao Jin used the seven-emotional tactic to shoot a green light that was not painful or itchy at him. Leyu thought it was mental damage at the time.

Leyu has never seen the Seven Emotions Warcraft in the system panel. Almost no one will practice this warcraft until it is in the hall - or in other words, this warcraft has no realm, and it will be the same no matter how you practice it.

If you have to say, the Seven Emotions War is actually a trading system. As long as you sacrifice enough emotions, you can get enough feedback, but most emotions are worthless.

Irritability, self-pity, pleasure, anxiety... These ordinary emotions can appear countless times in daily life. Even if ordinary people regard them as disasters and beasts, or even suffer from insomnia, dreams, and have abnormal kidney deficiency and weak legs, it is not the case.

Because you can hold on, you can persevere, and you overcome these emotions.

In this war, you won.

The price required by the Seven Emotions War is the emotions you cannot defeat.

This is why the knowledgeable Leyu has never seen a serious seven-emotion warrior. Because the warriors who were defeated by emotions have mostly been eliminated by society and cannot survive in front of him.

The deeper he knows about the battle technique, the more confused he becomes about the seven-emotional war technique. Because in the requirements of the seven-emotional war technique, even the Jing Zhengwei of Qin Ri, the Qin Leyin of blood drinking, and the Yinyin of the hidden sword, are not attaining the threshold of the seven-emotional war technique, even if they are tortured by the taboo war technique, and they are dying,—

They can still live on their own.

Even if you live together with the human and God, you will live extremely ugly and you will be divided into personality.

But they still defeated the darkness in their hearts.

The tactics that only those who cannot survive on their own can rely on. This is the latest understanding of the tactics of the seven emotions.

But when he heard the speech of worshiping the prison, Leyu thought that it was time for the knowledge base to be updated again.

However, Zhuo Wen did not care about the little cutie who was thirsty for knowledge next to her, and asked coldly: "Whose sword sheath are you?"

The bandage assassin's thoughts came to an abrupt end. He was silent for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "I'm not a scabbard."

"I'm not a scabbard!"

"I'm not a scabbard, why isn't it!!! Why, why, why did I lose to that person!"

"Why am I so stupid? Where should I elbow and bite by Zhuo Huang; Why am I so weak? As long as my fist is harder, it can blow his head; Why am I falling into such a mess, why am I not even a scabbard, why!"

With only a thud, Leyu's body shook, and it felt like the bandage assassin punched him. Judging from the treble and mid-center, the quasi-bass sound, the treble should be his temple.

It's too ruthless. When everyone is angry, the weak swings the sword at the weaker, and the strong swings the sword at the stronger. Only the ruthless people can attack themselves.

"How did you pay attention to me?" Bai Yu asked while placing bullets lightly: "I asked myself that I was hiding very deeply, and on the surface I was not involved in the search for swords and scrambling for throne."

"We just investigated all the faculty and staff. Tonight, all the faculty and staff who are qualified to meet the principal are under surveillance." The bandaged assassin suddenly said calmly again: "The Wushu Association has placed all the martial pillars under house arrest, but it also means that Yan Jing has no more shackles. We have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

"Hahaha, you must think this period is safe, right? All contacts will take advantage of this time to meet the swordsels at the end, and we are waiting for this opportunity!"

"If you want to install new people in the college, you must go through the hands of your original faculty and staff. You are the best contact persons for reason. Do you think you are so smart? He is just a scabbard, right? He can be a scabbard like this! Why can he be a scabbard but I can't?"

As he spoke, the bandage assassin became violent again, and his words were illogical. Leyu wanted to smell bad, but after looking at his hands, he endured the anger.

Tolerance!

Three minutes! Don’t swear for three minutes!

"Isn't this very obvious?" said Jailage: "You just did 'emotion', but couldn't 'heart death'. Now you can't even get into the academy, so how can you be the sword master's scabbard?"

After a pause, he seemed to know how to delay time for the musical language, and explained: "Among the eighteen war techniques, the seven-emotion war technique is the most special. Its cultivation is too simple, its threshold is too high, and its actual usage is something that everyone wants but no one will do."

Everyone wants it? No one can do it?

"First let your emotions cross the threshold, trigger the effect of the seven-emotional tactics, and then restore your mood to the original state when you don't need it." Zhuozhu whispered: "Doesn't it sound very simple? But the first step of "emotion" alone has already stumped countless people. We are too strong and too few things can break our backbone... But what's even more difficult is the second step of "death of the heart."

The bandage assassin listened quietly to the prison worship, perhaps because of his arrogance, or perhaps because he also wanted to know something from the prison worship.

"Suppress all your emotions and make your mood calm as if you are dead. You can escape the influence of the seven-emotional tactics and live a normal life in a non-combat state. You can "emotion" when you need it and freely switch your mood."

"The seven-emotional warfare method is actually two catastrophes: the seven-emotional tribulation and the 'heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-

"The most famous Seven Emotional Warriors is the 'Sword of Nirvana' more than a thousand years ago. He learned swords in the morning, broke into thousands of troops in the evening, and left his name for the eternal period... His Seven Emotional Tribulation power polluted his spirit, and his spirit turned into substance to influence his thinking. By violently burning his life, his understanding reached the inhuman realm and reached the pinnacle of the ultimate realm in one day."

"Did you hear it? The strangeness of the Seven Emotions Warfare lies in the fact that it can change the mental power."

"Even if an ordinary warrior wants to burn his life to improve his understanding, he cannot do it. Because the mental power of an ordinary warrior is almost no lethal in a state of no light, but the mental power polluted by the seven-emotional tactics is different. It can even be turned into substance and derive various nearly miraculous abilities."

"This is why the seven-emotional warfare has been passed down to this day." The prison worship was silently put on the bullet and closed the wheel: "It is a miracle that will respond to the desperate."

"So," Leyu stretched out her palm, felt that she had recovered a certain amount of combat power, and she spoke hard: "What we have to face is a madman who can use miracles?"

"You said you are not a scabbard," said Bai Zhu suddenly: "Those who defeat you and become a scabbard can not only be 'emotion', but also 'heart-death'? If you can't control your emotions well, you are not qualified to participate in the sword-seeking battle for the throne."

"Why do you ask such a question that makes me feel very painful..." The bandage assassin's voice fell: "Why do everyone have to go against me, why is everything so disgusting..."

The dark clouds dissipated and the moonlight shone into the bedroom. With the thin moonlight, they saw the bandage assassin holding his head in pain, his face was ferocious and miserable, and the moonlight turned into a evil spirit on him, and just looking at him made people's eyes sting.

Leyu drank the red juice in one go and threw it away: "Since you are in such pain, let us help you get rid of it."

“I have another option…”

The bandage assassin let out a low roar in his throat: "Just let you feel my pain too!"

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...

"Can you help me?"

Qin Yueyang in the corridor stopped, and he took the lantern and looked at the fork road next to the corridor, and saw a pitiful young woman next to him.

She was tall, even though she was wearing a night-slide clothes, she looked like a secret search officer. She raised her head and showed a pretty face with a beautiful and beautiful face, her eyes were blurred and moving, and she looked at Qin Yueyang with a look of expectation: "Young master, I'm so scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of not completing the task," she said, "I'm afraid of not killing all the people here, I'm afraid of letting go of the scabbard, I'm afraid of being scolded when I go back, I'm afraid of having no food to eat, I'm afraid of being punished... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

As she said that, she cried out loud, her shoulders kept shaking, and large crystal tears dripped down, making a "pa" sound like a big bead falling from a jade plate.

It was the sound of ice beads falling to the ground.

Qin Yueyang lowered her head and found that there was a layer of ice on the ground at some point, and the cold air even began to spread to his boots.

"Young master, can you help me? I'm so scared..." She thrust her nose, showing a cute and pitiful look, which made people melt.

Qin Yueyang looked at the servant who was frozen into popsicles behind her and nodded: "No problem."

With a thump, the lantern suddenly started to burn itself, turning into a dozen fire dragons and burning towards Qin Yueyang's right hand, like a naughty cat rushing towards his master.

The flames stopped, solidified, shrank, and finally turned into a small piece of flame hanging from the fingertips, illuminating Qin Yueyang's face without sorrow or joy.
Chapter completed!