The fifth son suppressed the darkness on his face, and several veins twitched near his temples. He must have been touched by a sensitive point in the other person's words, and the corners of his mouth also twitched nervously.
"Me?" The fifth son pointed at himself, with a natural contempt between his eyebrows, as if he had heard some shocking joke.
"To put it this way, it's true that I have all become the bad guy. All of you are extremely innocent, and you have been wronged. It's all because of me, a treacherous villain, that brought you to this point-" He flicked his sleeves and sneered.
For some reason, even though what he said was true, many of the Fifth Family disciples in the crowd couldn't help but avoid the other person's piercing gaze.
Nowadays, the remaining disciples of the fifth family in the venue are almost all from the main line, with only a small number of side lineage disciples who are pretty good.
Many of these people have interacted with the former fifth son.
He is not the Fifth Purple Period, but the Fifth Son.
Although the fifth son is not well-known outside, everyone in the clan also knows that Zhenjun Yunmao is the legitimate second son. After all, the first-generation family leader only has a few bloodlines under his knees, so even if his qualifications are not obvious, he will inevitably pay more attention to them.
In their impression, the qualifications of the second son of the fifth family were in shambles, and he was not liked by the head of the family. However, he had a timid and gentle temperament, and many people with ulterior motives would choose such a target.
The attitude of his peers towards this direct son was more intuitive. Most young people are arrogant, not to mention being born in the dominant fifth family. These mainline disciples are even more arrogant, and they can't stand a loser like the fifth son who has no status but no ability.
They couldn't bear to see the fifth son occupying the position of the head of the family's legitimate son and being always protected by his elder brother, and they all wished they could take his place.
I was destined to be born helplessly, so I had to find ways to make up for the injustice in my heart.
Therefore, the fifth son was often bullied by his peers when he was young, and because he practiced late, he suffered a lot of ridicule. Many elders also reject this junior for some reasons.
The fifth son has been ostracized by all parties since he was a child.
Although these disciples of the fifth family would not think that this was their fault, when they faced the vaguely hateful eyes and thought about the things they did when they were young... they would inevitably feel guilty.
"It's a joke, you have a miserable life experience and others have bullied you, so you want to drag everyone down to purgatory?! You want everyone to come down and accompany you through all the suffering in order to get some comfort in your heart?! You are pitiful, you have your own reasons for suffering?! , you have a point——”
"Your life experience is pitiable, your dignity is greater than heaven... Ha! Your life is worthy of the world, others are as cheap as grass and mud! You are really so noble..." Wu Qingping wanted to Angji smiled back.
He didn't have much time left. He was so weak that he had to hold back every word he spoke and couldn't catch his breath. But despite this, his eyes were still fixed on the fifth son not far away, as if he wanted to poke a dozen holes in him.
If sight could kill, the fifth son might be dead long ago.
If his revenge is excusable, what about the hundreds of thousands of ordinary people who died in vain decades ago? What about the young and old in the fifth family who were massacred inexplicably and had no idea about it? What about those children from aristocratic families who were exhausted by the unexpected disaster just now? There is also the fifth purple who has never done anything to feel sorry for others and still wants to protect his younger brother until his death...
How could they deserve it?
The fifth son inflicted his own hatred on others, but his unjust hatred had to bury so many lives together. He was a hundred times and a thousand times more hateful than those who caused his misfortune.
The fifth son was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered and retorted with a ferocious expression: "What do they have to do with me?"
"When I was suffering, those who bullied me all hanged themselves happily, and no one cared about my pain. At that time, I also asked why? But there was no reason... Later I understood that all the pain and sorrow in this world are not Is this all a matter of course?”
At this point, a sinister aura rose up on the fifth son's face, and his eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule of this cruel world, with a faint hint of the pleasure of getting what he wanted and a little trace of disappointment.
"Besides -"
Ning Xia, who was standing below, panicked and suddenly took half a step back. She might have lost her balance and stumbled, but luckily she was helped up by the person next to her.
Ning Xia was about to say something, but was pulled hard by the person next to her. Because she was not prepared at all, she was pushed half of her body and fell to the side.
In desperation, the small piece of ground she faced seemed to be hit by an invisible impact, causing a burst of dust to fly. Ning Xia couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she felt that the familiar force stopped her from falling.
Fortunately, she has now mastered the speed at which her spiritual power can be released. Although she cannot do it instantly, she can still react slightly, otherwise she would be embarrassed.
After so many years in the world of cultivation, she has finally learned how to deal with the reactions of mortals and learned to use the methods of the world of cultivation to solve the problem. It is really gratifying...
Of course, she didn't feel relieved for long. She suddenly felt a sharp light coming from behind, and the sudden feeling of panic she felt just now finally subsided.
But Ningxia is obviously very lucky. She not only has one pair of eyes, but from an angle that she can't see, someone is conscientiously acting as her other pair of eyes.
Her thoughts were racing, and she was already being pulled in the direction of Principle by a not-so-gentle arm.
The eyes were covered by hanging clothes, and the slightly cold scent of sandalwood hit her face. Ningxia gritted her teeth and took a few steps back before standing still along the other's long sleeves.
She knew that person was Zhenjun Yuanheng. True Lord Yuanheng's remarks were definitely not a joke. Although he usually liked teasing, he also knew his limits and rarely crossed the line. There must be a reason for such a reaction that is almost out of control and out of control——
She didn't need to think twice, or get rid of her visual limitations to see clearly what was going on, and the next situation was right in front of her.
"What...what, uh-uh--" the trembling voice, the owner of the voice expressed lingering fear and extreme panic, and by the end it had changed into a sharp tone like a whistling.
After saying that, he tilted his head, opened his eyes wide, and fell in a pool of blood in horror. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked upwards unable to close his eyes, staring in the direction of the murderer.
Looking at the broken limbs that suddenly fell to pieces, the expression of the person who had escaped under unknown circumstances was confused for a moment, as if he didn't understand what happened at that moment, and why his relatives and friends who were laughing with him just now were watching with unyielding eyes. Keep yourself...
"I, a bad person, naturally have to look like a bad person. Just talking about it in words is totally inconsistent with your view of me."
