Recommendation Tickets, please.
As he passed by Chen Mu, Chen Mu's brows knitted together, and he looked at him with complicated eyes. "Sixth Child, something's wrong with you."
Chen Xiaojun's steps paused almost imperceptibly. He did not look back, nor did he explain. He only left behind one calm sentence. "Continue. Third Child, come to my place when this is over."
There was no emotion in his voice. Then he stepped out through the courtyard gate, his figure vanishing into the shadows of the dim corridor.
The heavy iron gate slowly closed behind him, cutting off the hundreds of still-terrified gazes in the courtyard.
On the way back to his own courtyard, Chen Xiaojun's steps remained steady, but the heaviness between his brows would not fade.
Only the lonely sound of his footsteps echoed through the corridor, making it seem especially empty.
He knew Chen Mu had been right.
No, very wrong.
Looking back, in this life he had only killed in three wars. Whether it was his furious counterattack when Wolf Bandits attacked the village, his life-and-death struggle with Wolf Bandits on Zhongnan Mountain, or cutting down enemies and breaking formations on the battlefield of Iron Jaw Fortress, all of it had carried an intense purpose—protection, revenge, war.
The first two had still been against half-human, half-wolf Wolf Bandits.
Er, adding in the scythe-wielding Soul Sage assassin, Crimson Soul Douluo Xiong Li, and Nether Dragon Douluo Yan Chou Long, they had all been counterkills.
Never before had he felt such ice-cold, direct killing intent that showed such disregard for life simply because of verbal provocation or a group disturbance, much less drawn his sword and beheaded someone without the slightest hesitation.
With the values he had been taught in his previous life and his personality in this