MTL - The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down-Chapter 140 Kill all the injustices in the world. There is merit in my heart

  Chapter 140 Kill all the injustices in the world. There is merit in my heart

  The heavy rain was majestic, and the sound of the huge rain was like a firecracker. The neon lights in the hair salon on the wall had some malfunctions, and the light shone into the alley.

  In a broken cardboard box in the corner, a six- or seven-year-old child was curled up in it, and water droplets kept flowing down. His eyes glaze over, he wears a T-shirt with a cartoon graphic on it, and his bare toes are missing two pinky toes.

  He coughed from time to time, and the constant drops of water couldn't extinguish the sweltering heat on his face.

  I have a fever.

  Ten steps away from him, two figures stood in the road, and countless vehicles passed by them.

  Long Shaoming and a Taoist who couldn't see his face clearly.

"that's me…"

  Long Shaoming seemed to be affected by something, he didn't think about it, let alone why he appeared here.

  Pointing to the child hiding in the cardboard box in the distance, it seems to be introducing himself, and it seems to be talking to the gods.

"When I was four years old, I was abducted by the underworld of Caisheng. They trained me to be a pickpocket. Because of this, my limbs and eyes were not broken. At that time, there were still many tourists from all over the world. Children are great at eliciting their sympathy."

"Then I found my chance and ran out. This is the third time. The first two times I had my little toe amputated. I ran to the police the next day because I found a children's book and it said there was a problem. Find the police."

  The picture seemed to flow with Long Shaoming's thoughts. In a blink of an eye, they came to a large factory building, where garbage and excrement were everywhere, and people couldn't open their eyes due to the stench.

   Rows of torn quilts were placed on both sides, and the quilts were as dirty as coal. It was full of children lying on it. These children were all dirty, and their hair was fluffy and tangled as if it hadn't been washed in years.

  The most eye-catching thing is their state. Each of them is disabled. Most of them are blind and lame. From their twisted legs, it can be seen that they are not born with disabilities.

  Collect raw and cut off, take the eyes, ears and viscera of a stranger, and cut off his limbs. Picking refers to collecting, raw refers to children who are still growing, and cutting refers to cutting with a knife and an axe.

  In ancient times, there was a beggar in Huqiu who took a bear out of the street. He couldn't speak but could compose words and recite poems. The so-called bear is actually a child they abducted.

Scrape off the child's skin with a knife, and stick dog hair on the wound, and when the wound heals slowly, the dog hair will grow in the child's skin, so that the child looks like a dog dog.

   In modern times, it has a new meaning.

   Artificially create disabilities for children, let them go out to beg for sympathy.

  At this time, the young Long Shaoming was dragged in and thrown directly on the dung pile in the corner.

  His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his body was covered with bruises. There was no fear or tears in his big and round eyes, only numbness and despair.

   Fever, injuries all over the body, the whole person is like a candle in the wind.

  Long Shaoming continued: "Then I was sent back by the police and sent to those people. At that time, I didn't understand why this happened? Why did the police send me back?"

  His words seemed to confirm the desperate and helpless expression of the child lying on the dunghill.

"Later I found out that the book I read was from China, and our police are not called public security. They don't care about our life or death, let alone protect me. They only drive me away and treat me like garbage Clean me up as well."

"The scope of police patrolling is only the neighborhoods of the rich, not the slums where I live. Similarly, they will not protect me. They say that I am a black household, and I obviously have a family. I remember where my home is, in a small alley , in a very warm place."

   The **** holding the umbrella didn't fluctuate at all, but Long Shaoming clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, the little flesh and flesh left tightened, and his thin face became extremely ferocious.

  The surrounding scene collapsed, and countless memories flowed quickly, as if he was showing his misery to the gods. It also seems to be looking back on my own life, a life like garbage.

   "It seemed that because the boss of this gang died, those scumbags fell into a struggle for power. I took advantage of the chaos and ran out. This time I never asked anyone for help."

"Fast food restaurants throw out garbage at 12 o'clock in the evening. You can get money for cleaning people's cars outside the supermarket, and you can also get money for shining shoes on the side of the road. In spring and summer, you can go to the bridge hole for the night, but the rainy season will leave. It is best to find a heating pipe in autumn and winter, otherwise Will freeze to death. I know when every dump dumps new trash, and I know when every fast food place throws away!"

   "I was like a mouse in this city, living on garbage all my life. Until I met a star, the star you gave me."

  Long Shaoming knelt before the gods, with a strange joy and a lingering excitement on his expression.

"Should I be the chosen one? The chosen one by you. I should smash this **** dump, kill all the gangsters who trafficked children, and trample those high-ranking rich people into the mud. "

  His hands clasped his chest, he felt as if his body was burning, and a flame spread from his heart to his lungs. He looked up at the Taoist man holding an umbrella, seeking his approval in his eyes, confirming that he was not trash but a chosen hero.

   "I'm not trash, am I!? God."

   "Please, please, I don't want to be trash anymore, I hate my incompetence, I suffer from being an incompetent trash"

   "I beg you, give me strength. Give me the power to let them go to school, and let them eat a bite of food."

  The Taoist raised his hand slightly, his body was no longer calm, and the monstrous killing intent surged like a tsunami. All the memories were instantly washed away, and everything around him was only red.

   "Kill all the injustices in the world. There is merit in my heart."

   Tapped his forehead lightly with his fingertips, a wisp of Dao rhyme entered his bosom.

   That was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, that was a cavity of grief and indignation, that was endless anger.

   To injustice, to the world, to all who are enemies, kill kill kill kill kill

   Li Changsheng, a demon, slaughtered all the people in the world, and kept his innocence.

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  The time outside is just a few breaths in the past. Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, and tens of millions of people watching the live broadcast all over the world, the corpse that had fallen to the ground stood up straight.

   Hum!

   The incomparable murderous aura instantly swept through the sky, as if countless sharp blades appeared in the void, everyone felt their scalps go numb and their necks felt cold.

  The eyes of the mighty ones living high in the sky are serious. This is the first time they have seen such a crazy murderous look. Just a breath of breath makes their scalps a little numb.

   "Whose Dao Yun is this? It's so murderous."

   "The other swordsmen are more than equal, and they are simply killing gods."

   "Although the sword fairy's murderous aura wins, it is more about her swordsmanship. The sword fairy's sword protects the world, and it is a benevolent sword. This breath is pure killing intent, as if it wants to kill all people in the world."

   "Could it be some Demon Lord?"

  The competition lasted for a week, and they had more or less figured out the method of this Heavenly Dao Fragment and Our Lady of the White Lotus. Fragments of the Dao of Heaven can bestow cultivation bases on contestants, essentially borrowing the laws of Mo Yuan or Bodhi Realm, and then converting the absorbed beliefs into cultivation bases for those mortals.

  The only thing they can't understand is how to fabricate the Tao rhymes of countless strong men, and they are 80% or even 90% similar. Some people speculate that it is a secret method in ancient times, but no one has been able to prove it so far.

   Dao rhyme has nothing to do with cultivation, how much power it can have depends on one's comprehension of Tao. Some ascetic monks may not be their opponents in martial arts, but they can crush them when they talk about Taoism alone.

   This may be a bit contradictory, after all, many times it is emphasized that the high-level strong fight for the Tao, that is, supernatural powers. The deeper the understanding of Tao, the stronger one's own strength will naturally be, but there are always exceptions.

  Li Changsheng is that exception, his way has nothing to do with cultivation. The first step in his practice is to enter the Tao, and he has already reached the level of transforming gods invisibly, but he has not kept up in other aspects.

  The Yao Dao was the period when Li Changsheng's murderous aura was at its strongest, so strong that he was able to push Xiao Wulei's righteous method to a level infinitely close to supernatural powers.

  As the so-called pinnacle of attacking, one does not practice the Dharma, does not nourish one's life, and only wants to kill.

  In a sense, only with a strong killing intent is the real Xiao Wulei's righteous method. After that battle, Li Changsheng never really used Xiao Wulei's rectification method again.

  Suzaku Tianjian frowned slightly. After watching for a long time, he still couldn't detect the clue, let alone recognize that it was Li Changsheng's Dao Yun. Because the difference is too great, the Dao Yun issued is a killing god, and the living immortal is a cloud.

  Usually there is no wind or waves, no mountains and rivers, lazy like clouds floating in the sky.

  But I have to say, this is the first time he has seen this murderous look of Dao Yun. This kind of murderous aura is not about killing a lot, but contains the ultimate killing method.

  The original owner of this silk dao rhyme is very dangerous.

  On the stage, Long Shaoming slowly opened his eyes, a flash of red light flashed, his pupils had completely turned crimson, and there was a calm and terrifying murderous look brewing in his eyes.

  Like a vast ocean, when it is quiet, it is calm, and when it is moving, there are tsunamis and landslides.

  The remaining dozen or so people noticed his abnormality, and their expressions quickly collapsed. Some people trembled, some dropped their weapons and slumped on the ground, and some still held unrealistic fantasies.

   The game doesn’t actually need to be all dead. There is also a condition for ending the game, which is to obtain supernatural power. With supernatural power, it is difficult for other mortal bodies to be their opponents.

   Almost every game to determine the winner starts with obtaining supernatural power. If a person obtains supernatural power, he can basically declare his victory.

  Among the hundreds of thousands of people on the audience stage, hundreds of gambling dogs suddenly jumped up and let out almost crazy roars.

   "Long Shaoming! Long Shaoming!!"

   "Fuck him, kill them all!"

  Without exception, they all bought Long Shaoming, and the amount was mostly hundreds or even thousands, but even such a 3000 times odds could make them a lot of money.

  One of the men in a suit had a dull gaze, and could no longer describe his mood in words.

   He seems to have bought more than ten thousand of this boy.

  Boom!

  Suddenly, there was a sudden change of a person, a strong man with a height of two meters and a body full of tendons.

   This is the person with the lowest odds in the ring. He has won the heavyweight boxing championship and is said to be able to deliver a force of 700 kilograms with one punch. And he was indeed worthy of his status, killing countless people with an iron rod.

  He has a golden appearance, his body swells slightly and tore his clothes, like a gigantic chimpanzee.

  The man froze for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I am immortal, I also have supernatural powers, hahahaha! Boy, if you want to blame, it's your bad luck to come here to be a desperado at such a young age."

  The next moment, the body of the heavyweight boxing champion shot out violently, and rushed towards Long Shaoming. The speed was very fast and his huge body was like a truck rushing past.

   In just three seconds, he rushed to him across a hundred meters, raised the iron rod in his hand and dropped it suddenly.

  The boxing champion has a hideous face. He can already see this boy being blown into meat paste by himself, and he has been soaring since then.

   Hey!

  A thunderclap broke out, the thin palm caught the iron rod, and the air wave visible to the naked eye rushed hundreds of meters away.

  The boxing champion's face froze, and then the iron bar was slowly moved away. He saw a pair of scarlet eyes, and great fear surged into his heart, and he fell into endless darkness.

   Kneeling in front of Long Shaoming with a plop, his lower body was wet.

   "Kill." Long Shaoming's chapped lips parted slightly, and a hoarse and calm voice rang out.

   Immediately afterwards, the screaming thunder sounded, and the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people suddenly stopped for half a beat, and only a touch of red thunder flickered.

  The speed is so fast that the naked eye can't catch the thunder, and can only see the sharp corners cut out in the air. The speed is so fast that it seems that time has stopped.

   When his figure reappeared, he was already standing in the center of the ring, surrounded by flying ash.

quiet!

  Everyone was silent, and the ordinary audience was shocked by such mighty power. From the monk's point of view, this may be nothing, but this is the most powerful extraordinary power that has appeared so far.

  The monks were immersed in this thunder, and the killing intent contained in it really made the scalp numb and shudder. This is just a dao rhyme, how terrifying would it be if the main body was there?

  Long Shaoming's five senses were greatly strengthened at this time, and he could clearly see the gazes of everyone around him. There is fear, there is worship, there is envy.

   This is a treatment that he had never enjoyed as a mouse before. He had dreamed of being the center of attention for countless nights. Now it has been realized, but the expected joy has not come.

  His heart is like a mirror, he knows what he wants to do, and understands what the power he seeks from the gods is for.

  For sinners to return to the West, for good and evil will be rewarded.

  Long Shaoming's wish is not very ambitious, he himself has not received education. But in his simple values, those gangsters, those people standing on the top of tall buildings, and those sinners must die.

  He accidentally saw a familiar figure, the man in the suit who gave him a bite of bread.

   One hand is a fist, the other hand is a palm salute.

   This is a promise fulfilled, if you give me a bite of food, I will repay you ten thousand times.

  After that, he walked off the ring on his own and disappeared from people's sight.

  In the VIP seat, Zhao Si suddenly stood up and looked at the back below.

"How can this be?!"

  Xiao Wulei's Fa-rectification!

  He actually knows Xiao Wulei's Fa-rectification, could it be that the figure just now is Brother Yi!

  Although Zhao Si himself uses the castrated version, he still retains a trace of Dao rhyme, and he will never mistake Xiao Wulei's aura of righteousness. The thunder method used by the young man just below is exactly the same as his own, with only a trace of dao rhyme.

   It’s not really the Xiaowulei’s rectification, but even so, it’s quite remarkable.

   Immediately afterwards, he recalled the murderous aura just now, and had a new guess.

   Li Changsheng in the demon period, and only Li Changsheng in this period has such a murderous look.

  (end of this chapter)