Apocalypse Magician

Luo Yingxue woke up from her sleep and looked blankly at the crying little girl in front of her. Her eyes passed over the shocking blackened right hand, and she vaguely guessed what happened. She wanted to step forward to comfort her, but she realized that she had lost control of her power. The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and then slowly retracted it, only tears welled up in his eyes.

"Big sister is a monster! Wuwuwu..." Seeing her parents and fellow villagers rushed to the scene, the little girl ran into her parents' arms. Her charred right hand pointed at Luo Yingxue, while her left hand kept wiping tears.

Seeing the little girl's bloody right hand, even though everyone didn't want to believe it, they had to respect the facts.

Luo Yingxue lowered her head and stared at the ground sadly, acquiescing, while Li Xingkong, who was originally eloquent, didn't know what to say at this moment.

"You..." Anger gradually spread among the crowd. People who had just experienced an avalanche disaster could not bear any more waves. "How could you kill such a young child?"

"No, it's not like that!" Luo Yingxue suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her cheeks one by one. She had no intention of hurting anyone, but the warmth that she had worked so hard to build and cherished was rapidly passing away irrevocably, and deep sadness came over her. It broke our hearts.

In the pain of Luo Yingxue, her mood swings became more and more obvious. Her black and white eyes gradually turned crimson, and the out-of-control black flames began to spread.

The eaves, pillars, and walls were burned to ashes under the black fire. The thatched hut where they originally lived seemed to have evaporated and disappeared. Only a few sparks spread around, like a dim and strange mist under the night.

"Ah! Monster!" People screamed and retreated, randomly digging out tools and wood from the ground that were left behind when building temporary shelters in the evening. It seemed that having weapons in hand could weaken some of the fear in their hearts.

"Yingxue..." Li Xingkong held Luo Yingxue's hand tightly, letting the pain of the black fire sweep across his body like a tide. At the same time, he pointed at the people who were obviously hostile, "How could you do this? If not With this kind of power, how many of you will be buried under the ruins, have you forgotten what just happened during the day?"

"How can we ordinary people know what the monster is planning?"

"Yes, maybe he pretended to help us first, and then came to take the lives of the entire village in the middle of the night when everyone was unprepared!"

"Even if you can cruelly kill children, what other unscrupulous things can you not do?"

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The villagers who saw the black flames were even more convinced that Luo Yingxue was a monster. Their chatter became more and more outrageous, and even some filthy words. Perhaps this was the only way to make themselves bolder in front of the monster. Some.

"Xingkong, let's go." Looking at the fierce-looking villagers, Luo Yingxue could only sigh. It seemed that only Li Xingkong's firm and powerful palm could send a hint of warmth in the cold night, and it was also the only one that could make Luo Yingxue Trying to calm down his emotions, the crimson color began to fade away, his bright eyes returned to black and white again, and the black flames gradually subsided.

Li Xingkong nodded slightly, ignored those ungrateful people, and walked out of the village holding Luo Yingxue's hand.

Snowflakes were still falling with the night wind, hitting his cheeks and falling on his body. Li Xingkong had never felt that the wind and snow had been so cold before, as if his heart was filled with snowflakes.

"A bunch of ungrateful guys, they really should be taught a lesson!" Li Xingkong looked at the village that had become a little farther away, feeling resentful, "I shouldn't have helped them in the first place!"

"Starry sky," Luo Yingxue forced a sad smile, recalling the villagers who were pretending to be arrogant. In fact, deep in their eyes, they could clearly see the deep fear, "Everyone has two sides, light and dark. I don't Blame them."

Li Xingkong was silent. Indeed, this is the dark side of human nature. When fear comes, people forget the great favors and only remember the small harms.

An accidental injury by black flames at night turned the savior into a monster. Don't they know that Luo Yingxue relied on the power of black flames to save so many lives in the ruins?

What a ridiculous yet sad twist!

Sighing with a wry smile, Li Xingkong couldn't help but think, the same power can hurt people but also save them. So, what standards should be used to judge right and wrong, good and evil?

A kind person like Luo Yingxue should be regarded as a monster just because she possesses black fire?

If the world really cannot tolerate her, what should I do?

This kind of thinking is like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting deep in Li Xingkong's heart.

Until many years later, when people were sorting out the official history of the mainland during the Doomsday Tribulation, they never thought that the first thoughts of the person who turned the entire fantasy continent upside down actually happened on this seemingly ordinary snowy night. and ordinary mountain villages.

Even Li Xingkong himself, at this moment, never expected that Luo Yingxue's idea that the world could not tolerate it would have an impact on Fantasy Continent later.

It's just that the snowflakes flying all over the sky have no end, as if the gods in the sky accidentally knocked over the wine glass while drinking, and the whole sky is about to fall down.

The snow is getting bigger...