These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

The eye on Qin Zipei's left arm revealed a greedy and pleasured expression and began to wriggle.

Qin Zipei's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He seemed to be losing control.

He gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry... it... wants you dead."

And so all the blood vessels that had been entwined, soaking, and invading Wei Tu began to move violently.

It began to rampage through his body.

The blood mist was so thick that you could hardly see each other even when you were face to face.

The handsome young man's face was so distorted that it was almost impossible to recognize him, but... he was still smiling.

He said.

"That's enough." PS: To conclude with an official statement.

106 A husband should not underestimate a young man (Part 2)!

Are those who are chosen always innocent?

To be chosen by fate, to be controlled by fate, or even to be played by fate.

Should all of these people be made tragic protagonists?

Perhaps so, perhaps this is the script that fate has written for them.

But Wei Tu was already fed up. Every day, he saw so many stories in this world, and every time he heard so many moving and heartbreaking tragedies.

But can we stop them from happening if we are merciful to them?

No, so-called kindness is just numbing one's heart and turning a blind eye to future pain.

I can no longer be that young man who draws his sword to fight injustice.

Does sympathy for suffering mean ignoring people's evil deeds?

So it's just one suffering spreading to another, and so-called happiness becomes like weeds growing in the cracks, teetering on the brink of collapse, unable to withstand any storms.

They will disappear completely.

so……

To stop suffering from happening, to stop human misery... Even if one doesn't think of oneself as having such a grand ambition, it is still worthwhile to do so, even if it is just to make the world a little cleaner.

This should be done repeatedly, over and over again.

It should be like the sharpest sword, cutting through all injustice.

"Zi..."

An unusual sound emerged from the blood mist.

"Zi..."

"Zi..."

It's becoming increasingly obvious.

The commotion made Qin Zipei squint her eyes.

This was not the situation he had expected. It was not that the boy would die from the explosion caused by the spread of blood, nor that he would be instantly sucked into a dried corpse in this blood mist.

What he saw very clearly was...

"boom!"

The blood vessels were bursting open.

explosion.

It erupted with blood as brilliantly and grandly as firecrackers.

"puff!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Visible blood vessels exploded one by one, but they could no longer penetrate even an inch into the boy's body!

Even the blood vessels that had already entered the boy's body seemed to be exploding and disappearing at a terrifying speed.

Amidst the explosion, Wei Tu slowly raised his leg.

The blood vessels were torn off.

He reached out and brushed away the bloodstains on the sword, then slowly raised it.

Cut off all the blood vessels in your body.

Those blood vessels withered, burst, and disappeared rapidly.

He started moving, walking towards Qin Zipei through the seemingly impassable, blood-red mud.

Qin Zipei narrowed her eyes.

The pupils were trembling constantly.

He didn't speak, nor did he seem overly flustered, but the change in his eyes spoke volumes.

That's perhaps all he can do... but no, not more.

That's right... there won't be any more.

As he walked towards him step by step with that sword.

Qin Zipei also raised her left hand. The eye stopped its greedy writhing and began to gather power for Qin Zipei.

He drew his sword.

The sky, shrouded in blood mist, began to change dramatically.

He lowered his sword.

Then thunder roared and lightning struck.

"boom!!"

The scarlet lightning struck Wei Tu, who seemed completely unprepared.

In an instant, the boy's body seemed to freeze.

The red lightning flowing across his body was clearly visible, like an electric current twitching continuously.

"Stop going any further."

Qin Zipei said softly.

Wei Tu simply shook his head.

So he took another step.

"Boom!!"

The lightning struck again, and as expected, hit Wei Tu.

The strange thing was that his clothes were not tattered at all, but his skin began to turn an eerie red.

It was as if he wanted to merge himself with this blood-red barrier.

"Don't go any further! You'll melt!"

Qin Zipei couldn't help but shout.

The incongruous scene is that his advice is so kind, yet he never considered putting down his sword.

Perhaps it's because they can't let go.

Wei Tu looked up at him, as if his eyes were being dyed by the red lightning.

"Qin Zipei, this world is beautiful."

"so?"

Qin Zipei looked at him and asked uncertainly, while at the same time he could feel that his left arm was burning hot.

Wei Tu said with a smile.

"So I will definitely go out and take a good look."

So he took another step.

This time, Qin Zipei frowned and then closed her eyes.

"Blood Realm..."

"Boom!!"

Start from all directions.

Countless lightning bolts appeared.

He started hacking at the boy in the middle like a madman.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and red lights were flashing, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Wei Tu did not sit idly by and wait for death, nor did he stand there blankly as he was being baptized by those lightning bolts.

He raised his sword.

He began to use his sword energy to shatter the lightning bolts that were striking him, one by one.

The lightning shattered in the air, turning into red specks of light that shimmered as they fell into the blood-red mud.

But once they fall into the mud, they quickly coalesce.

And so, blood-soaked figures appeared on the arena, waving their fists, and some even seemed to wield weapons made of congealed blood.

It bared its teeth and claws as it attacked the boy who seemed to be putting up a last-ditch resistance.