Her ancestor was a GM in a survival game.

Chapter 157 Who knows whether it is wrong or right?
Justitia violated too many rules by killing Hungry. After all, even Shang Yirou was too worried about doing this. This shows how terrible the consequences of killing a god would be.

When the people from the Tribunal appeared just now, time and space were still suspended, and all the players were in place. If they could see this scene, they would probably be amazed.

She really shouldn't have killed Hungry, and she also caused big trouble for her father Sventovit. The SL camp had been targeted by many camps before, and now that she did this, she gave those camps a reason to target her father.

Zhu wanted to stop her out of many considerations, but this girl was too straight, she was too daring to love and hate.

Zhu has expressed his attitude now, almost saying that he wants to stand with Sventovit. The attitude he voted for was not discussed with Shang Yirou at all. Now he is openly defying the Tribunal. He is really giving Shang Yirou Looking for big trouble.

Zhu just carried Justitia and came to the outside of the palace where Sventovit rested and worked. Their building was too iconic, in the shape of a domed castle. Watching him come back with Justitia in his arms, A group of people didn't stop him and just let him carry him in.

As if he had a premonition that something was wrong, Sventovit appeared quickly. He looked at his daughter who was covered in blood, and then looked at Zhu Jiu with a cold face. Sventovit did not speak, and first treated his daughter and waited for Justitia's condition. After stabilizing, Cai Hezhu said.

"Please tell me what happened."

"I can tell you, but I hope you won't rush to do anything about it. Now is really not a good time."

Zhu told Sventovit what happened, and even said that he hurt Justitia when he stopped her, "Sorry, although I know this sentence is useless, but I I still want to tell you that this is a critical period, and I really don't want to cause any trouble."

"I know," Sventovit sighed, looking at his daughter who was still sleeping. "Now is indeed not a good period, but whatever Jus does, let her do it. Thousands of years of fighting is not about anyone. Tolerance can lead to peaceful coexistence. Only by fearing each other can we survive for a long time."

Sventovit looked at the young man in front of him, "The pressure on you is not small. I don't think you did the right thing, nor do I think you did the wrong thing. Young people always have their own thoughts, but in the end you chose to fight the trial. Ting, this is really something I didn’t expect.”

"As you said, patience and retreat will not lead to peace, so I can only make them afraid." Zhu glanced at the frowning Justitia, "I should leave now, I have to continue Deal with that copy thing.”

"Let Morphite go with you, young man, if you can bring my daughter back, then I will keep you safe."

Morphet is the God of War in their camp. He is really a strong man weighing two to three hundred pounds and over two meters tall. He is the plus version of the fighting nation. Zhu is actually smaller than him.

Looking at Morphite, who could make Zhu feel like the earth was shaking after just a few steps, Zhu thought for a while and said: "Let's forget it, because this dungeon will end soon, and I have to go back to find us. Number one in the camp."

"Perhaps, you should let the number one of your camp come to you."

(End of this chapter)