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As he passed Chen Mu, Chen Mu knitted his brows and looked at him with a complicated expression. "Sixth, something's wrong with you."
Chen Xiaojun's steps faltered almost imperceptibly. He neither turned back nor explained, merely leaving a calm reply. "Carry on. Xiao San, come to my place when you're finished."
His voice betrayed no emotion. Then he stepped through the courtyard gate, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the dim corridor.
The heavy iron gate slowly closed behind him, shutting out hundreds of frightened, unsettled gazes.
On the way back to his own courtyard, Chen Xiaojun's steps remained steady, but the heaviness between his brows refused to fade.
Only his solitary footsteps echoed through the corridor, making it seem especially empty.
He knew Chen Mu was right.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Looking back, he had only killed people in three battles in this life. Whether he had struck back in fury when the Wolf Bandits attacked the village, fought the Wolf Bandits to the death on Zhongnan Mountain, or cut down enemies and broken their formations on the battlefield at Iron Jaw Fortress, he had always had a clear purpose-protection, vengeance, war.
In the first two battles, his opponents had even been half-human, half-wolf Wolf Bandits.
Well, there had also been the sickle-wielding Soul Saint assassin, the crimson Soul Douluo Xiong Li, and Nether Dragon Douluo Yan Choulong. Those had all been counterkills.
Never before had mere verbal provocation and a crowd stirring up trouble awakened such cold, direct killing intent in him, such disregard for life-much less driven him to draw his sword and take a head without hesitation.
Given the values instilled by his education in his previous life and his temperament in this one, he had