The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 83
"Happy and bitter!"

After saying these four words, Mo Rang felt something unusual.

The level of both pain and happiness is now level two. Although it is not high, it can definitely be called the strongest support. It directly interferes with the soul. Even ghost generals can be controlled by both pain and joy, even if they were eaten by him just now. Wasn't the evil spirit of Roushan also controlled by this trick? !
Can why.
Fu Yulou's eyes were still as clear as before, and they were not affected by them in the slightest!
Is this guy's soul level still higher than ghost generals? !

Shouldn't it be like this? Why does a human being with only the strength of a martial artist have a soul above a ghost general? !

He was dumbfounded, and a little inspiration flashed across his mind, but he just glimpsed the tail, and felt unimaginable.

As speculation arose in his mind, he saw the sarcastic man across from him raised his lips and said, "Is this the move you used to control the evil ghost just now?"

His complexion was as clear as frost, and even his plain tone made Mo Rang feel sharp.

Mo Rang didn't reply, he just watched the movement of the person in front of him, waiting for the opportunity to attack again, just like a lone wolf keeping an eye on its prey, it won't stop until it sees blood.

They are destined to be a mortal enemy. If they cannot kill him today, there will be endless troubles in the future.

Mo Rang asked himself that he was not an extreme person, but after coming to this world, he was undeniably affected.

He had to consider some consequences, and he had to bear some pain.

Just like this depressing and twisted world.

If you can't think it through completely, I'm afraid that you will become the bone in the mouth of evil spirits and the blood in the cup of powerful people in the next moment.

Fu Yulou didn't care, "Do you feel both pain and happiness? A good name can teach you the illusion of crying and laughing. I still want to experience it."

"Oh, I also want to teach you to try."

Don't let the emotions calm down, there was no trace of panic and shock on the handsome face, "It's a pity that you have no luck."

He is not a person who likes to show off his tongue, but no matter how he sees this man is not pleasing to the eye, remembering how he was calculated, Mo Rang even wants to greet this guy in Zaan dialect.

"I originally wanted you to die in the illusion, but I didn't expect you to be happy. Anyway, watching your head fall is a good ending for you."

The swordsman's long sword is like light, and he smiles gently. The flame on the long sword is restrained, leaving only the dark blade, like ashes after fanaticism, with desolation and depth.

The white-clothed Taoist stared sharply, and seeing his expression, Mo Rang smiled more gently, "Heh, don't you think that even if suffering and joy are useless, you can't beat me?"

Crazy, crazy to the extreme!
Just this one sentence angered Fu Yulou, who was deeply thoughtful. He didn't show it on the face, but he hated it the most in his life. These words almost overlapped with the scene of being bullied. It seemed to be mocking his hard work over the past century. It's just a cloud of dust.

But it doesn't matter, he will also be trampled under his feet like those people before, and his bones will be ashes.

Seeing a pool of ice on fire, with oil lamps shining brightly in his eyes like dots of paint, Mo Rang still smiled heartlessly. Even if his body was covered with blood and his clothes were tattered and could not cover his body, he was still a peerless swordsman. His body is as proud as a sword, and his sword aura is even more like frost!

The breeze blew over the hem of the swordsman's clothes, and the white and blood-stained clothes swayed quietly. Only his noble and aloof body was three points better than countless people in the Jianghu.

……

Xie Chuhong stood on a piece of scorched earth, his eyes were moist, he just quietly watched the battle situation from a distance, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Xie Lao watched the fire, but what can you see?" A rough voice woke him up, and the Qingjuan old man turned his head to look, and saw a big bronze face with an expression of "as expected".

Without even moving his expression, the old man in the blue robe looked forward again, "Never."

"Look, I'm right, this Fu Yulou and Gui Yuanzong are definitely going to fight, wait?! Thank you, old man." The rough and strong man looked a little naive at this time, There was annoyance in his brows and eyes.

"I only heard that you don't talk while watching chess, but there are people like you who watch the fire and don't talk."

Hearing his annoyance, Xie Chuhong stroked the beard on his chin. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a young disciple of Xie Yugong still staring at him. He couldn't help but sigh that he was old. Shi is just a weak old man, let the juniors look down on him.

But ah.
He looked at the field again, the swordsman had already attacked the past again, fighting in blood, what was the swordsman fighting for?

People like him who no longer have faith are not worthy of evaluation.

"Watching the fire, what do you think you are watching?"

The old man twisted the beard of his chin, his originally mediocre eagle eyes sharpened in an instant,

Gu Chengya didn't think much about it, "Of course what you see is that the fire is rising and the wind is blowing. Whichever way the wind blows, the fire will fall."

Xie Chuhong could tell that he was thinking about who to help, and this sloppy spirit was also learned by the old Jianghu, but it is not a compulsory course for every Jianghu person.
"Where does the head of the bodyguard think the fire is going?"

"The fire is about to go out, even if the sword is sharp, it is still not as good as the sword energy that is at the height of the sun."

The scene in front of him is indeed a swordsman at a disadvantage. Although his body is full of swordsmanship and pride, his injuries are not fake. Compared with Fu Yulou, who is not stained with dust and unscathed, he is decisive in his tattered clothes!
Xie Chuhong sneered, and said otherwise, "Those who value profit watch the fire from the other side, those who value righteousness look at who they help, and those who are moderate just watch the fire, let him fight, no one will be offended."

"Whatever happens to the fire depends on the mind of the beholder."

What Gu Chengya said was flushed, but he didn't know how to refute it. He is indeed a profit-seeking person. At this time, he also had his own thoughts of watching the excitement. After breaking through the window screen, he only felt that his inner self was like sludge. It smells so bad.

He lowered his voice and said, "Then what kind of person is Mr. Xie?", with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The old man in the flower blue robe only lowered his eyelids, looking lazy and detached.

"I'm a businessman, so I'm naturally interested in profit. If the lord of Xie Yugong wins, then I'm just following the trend, and if the junior Gui Yuanzong who wields a sword can fight back."

"impossible!!"

Before the old man could finish his words, he was rudely cut off by Gu Chengya, "That junior is already at a disadvantage. Even if the gods help us to win, the thousands of Xie Yulou disciples present will not be able to survive!"

Behind them, thousands of disciples who came to put out the fire were standing on the gray-white avenue, their cyan robes fluttering in the wind, and the tops of their jet-black hair were even more cloudy. They either went to put out the fire, or stood behind them like puppets. With just one order from Fu Yulou, he can kill Mo Rang like a black cloud!
Xie Chuhong smiled and didn't care, "Let's look down, we are just mediocre people, where can we see clearly."

Gu Chengya was extremely astonished that he lowered his status to praise a junior like this, he could indeed see the extraordinaryness of that junior, but now that the battle situation is one-sided, it is difficult for this junior to survive even half a moment.

Thinking the same as him, the fat rich businessman who came behind just took a look at the battle situation, and then heard Xie Chuhong's speech, and couldn't help being a little contemptuous.

"Yo! The palace lord is mighty, he beat that junior with injuries all over his body! I don't see how that junior can die without a place to bury him. I'm afraid Mr. Xie is wrong this time!"

The old man ignored him. Such a person was not worthy of being angry with.

He shook his head lightly, "You don't understand knights"

"If you understand, you won't underestimate the orb in front of you, and mistake him for a fish eye."

　The plot was entirely written by Mo Yan Wang himself, and whether he is happy or not is not the author's final decision.

　　So, why would Mo Yanwang let himself be abused, and Mo Yanwang seems to like villains to speak?

　　(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what a shame, my male protagonist is a villain with a second disease, holding a script of righteous gods, and forcibly turning himself into a villain)
　　As for Hanhanniao, he has been put into solitary confinement by Mo Yanwang, and he is going to carefully reflect on his slow typing problem.

　　PS: It's really not that I'm lazy, this homework, this knowledge point. Let's not talk about it. The exam is coming soon. I'm going to transfer a koi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)