Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 243 I don’t represent justice
"When there is an Ultimate Douluo on Poseidon Island, are you sure that the soul power barrier will be useful?" Qianjie did not answer Yan Shaozhe immediately, but pointed at the invisible soul power barrier that had just been set up. .

This is the basic use of soul power that senior soul masters must master. In a sense, it is also a privilege.

It naturally has some of the characteristics of privilege - in the presence of people with higher status and strength, privilege is no longer a privilege.

At least the soul barrier used by Yan Shaozhe couldn't stop an extreme exploration.

Therefore, Qianjie has always felt that playing soul power sound transmission in front of two banned accounts is like showing off his brains, and it is far less useful than spiritual link - spiritual link belongs to the category of soul skills. If they are not both specialized in spiritual power, they can at most Aware of mental power, unable to carefully identify what the other party is transmitting with mental power.

"This is none of your business, you just need to answer my questions." Yan Shaozhe looked noncommittal and calm, "By the way, to correct me, there is more than one limit on Poseidon Island, and there are also people from the Haotian Sect. They may also It’s the Ultimate Douluo.”

"Okay, then you ask." Qianjie tried hard to spread his hands, but unfortunately the shackles restricted his hands from spreading to both sides.

Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions: "Were you present for everything the teacher encountered in Mingdou City, until he died in battle?"

"No. I arrived at the scene just after the teacher died." Qianjie was indeed not present.

"In other words, you didn't see the murderer?" Yan Shaozhe's question followed closely.

"I didn't see it, but I confirmed it through other means." Qianjie smiled. It seems that returning the body to Shrek has some effect.

Xian Lin'er took a step forward and said anxiously: "Then..."

"Okay, that's it." Before Xian Lin'er could finish her words, Yan Shaozhe raised his hand to stop her next words and turned his gaze to the door of the villa.

Chen Haixi, wearing a robe like the ocean, was standing at the door with an indifferent expression.

Qianjie smiled even more happily: "Senior Brother Yan, you already have the answer in your heart, why do you come to ask me?"

Yan Shaozhe stopped talking and took a deep look at Qianjie. He pulled Xian Lin'er and turned towards the door, bending slightly when passing by Chen Haixi.

Chen Haixi was not completely unresponsive. He nodded in return. After Yan Shaozhe went out, his somewhat cold voice sounded: "Dean Yan, in view of the rumors during this period, I hope you can resign as the dean of the outer courtyard. In order to preserve the reputation of Shrek Academy."

Yan Shaozhe paused for a moment, then replied with the same cold voice after a moment: "I will leave Shrek after judging this traitor."

Some things don’t necessarily need to be made clear by others, but must be conscious.

"This is best." Chen Haixi nodded, then looked at Qianjie who was smiling in the yard. It wasn't until the figures of Yan Shaozhe and Xian Liner disappeared into the distance that he took steps and really walked. Entered the courtyard.

"Do you really think you did it flawlessly?" Qianjie asked casually as soon as Chen Haixi entered the courtyard.

In fact, it is easy to guess who killed Moon.

Of course, if this high priest of Poseidon had Down syndrome like Poseidon, there would be nothing he could do.

"It doesn't matter, I am the master of the Poseidon Pavilion, and I am the Ultimate Douluo." Chen Haixi's voice finally became less cold. The master of the Poseidon Pavilion means that what he says is the truth, and the limit guarantees the foundation of others' trust.

leftover……

Someone has to believe what Yan Shaozhe, a descendant of an evil soul master, says, right?Others agree.

"Have you repented in the past few days?" Chen Haixi did not dwell too much on this topic, and looked at Qianjie with his sea-blue eyes.

"Can I make a request? Take that thing away from the house. I can't sleep at night." Qianjie did not answer directly, but tilted his head towards the house and raised his chin.

Naturally, nothing can be seen from this angle. You have to enter the house to see the portrait of Poseidon hanging on the wall. It is not as indescribable as the statue of the Holy Emperor in the Holy Spirit Church. It is no different from the statue at Shrek's gate.

Although he looked like a human being - a face that could put so-called beauties to shame was paired with a muscular body of a man, and with long hair that stretched to the floor, it was hard to say that he was a normal person.

Chen Haixi still had the same expression as if everyone in the world owed him a fortune: "Your crimes need to be devoutly confessed to our God."

"We shouldn't have to talk about what's there and what's not. You probably know that I have no respect for your god, and your fanatical believer's appearance is of no use to me." Qianjie moved his body and tried to put on a straight face. With a more comfortable posture, he looked at Chen Haixi again.

"God told me that you will also be a member of the gods in the future. Why do you still care about the grievances between mortals?" Chen Haixi didn't seem to hear Qianjie's words and was still talking about his own dogma. , "God, with His mind as broad as the sea, no longer cares about the grudges and grudges of thousands of years ago. You have the qualifications to become a god, and you should also learn some of God's qualities."

Qianjie lay on the stone table and used his shackled right hand to pick out his ears: "Let's change the way we talk. We've been doing this for the past few days. Aren't you tired? I'm just a mortal now, so I'm more used to it. Think in terms of human values ​​​​— let’s talk about something practical, okay?”

For several days after I was imprisoned, I was always like this...

As long as there is a hint of the missionary atmosphere in the memory, Qianjie is still willing to listen to it - in the memory, the characteristic religions in the country where all things originated are better than Chen Haixi's missionary.

"Then talk about what you like to hear." Chen Haixi was not surprised. If he could really change the thinking of the silver-haired boy in front of him with just a few words, then there would be no need for him to come to Shrek. "God doesn't mind if you rebuild your martial spirit." Palace is not just a name, you can restart the traditions of Wuhun Palace, as long as you resist the soul guide.

"The Spirit Hall of ten thousand years ago did not have soul guides."

"Oh, you are really amazingly generous. How far can you go?" Qianjie was noncommittal and motioned for Chen Haixi to continue.

"We can provide you with the greatest help in the process of rebuilding Wuhun Palace, with strength, manpower, and the support of the Douluo Three Kingdoms... Even if you still have hatred in your heart, Haotian Sect and other sects that participated thousands of years ago Or you can do whatever you want.

"After all, God was also quite angry at the destruction of Wuhun City. It was just that God had already gone to the God Realm at that time, and the people below were just doing their own thing."

"What do you need me to do?" Qianjie showed an interested look. As a descendant of the Qian family, it seemed that he had agreed to all the goals he should pursue.

"You just need to join the Tang Clan and ask the little girl next to you to join the Tang Clan." "Tsk, it sounds very touching, but I have always been a bit rebellious. What if I say no?" After a pause, Qianjie continued to maintain that smile and said.

"You are a descendant of the angel god, you should be on the side of justice." Chen Haixi answered the question incorrectly.

"Theoretically, this is true, but justice is a very broad definition. A wolf eating a sheep can also be defined as justice. What justice do you mean?" Qianjie continued to ask.

This question was obviously difficult to answer. After a moment of silence, Chen Haixi gave the answer: "Stop the ambitions that mortals should not have and pursue love and freedom. This is the greatest justice on this earth."

"Then I'm not interested. I'm just an evil soul master."

"But you are a descendant of angels, and you are not a real evil soul master." Chen Haixi answered quite calmly this time, "At least I don't smell the unique stench of evil soul masters on you."

"I'm sorry, I'm really not interested. I never thought that I was a descendant of angels. I don't even have an angel spirit." Qianjie continued to look up at the tree.

"For gods, martial arts are just items that can be given casually." As he spoke, a shadow appeared behind Chen Haixi - a shadowy figure holding a trident and with a blurry face. "Our family's martial arts belong to gods." Granted, what determines your identity is the qualification, not the martial spirit."

At the same time, nine soul rings, black, black, black, black, red, and red, appeared on his body. It must be said that as a high priest of a god, at least the configuration of soul rings was full.

"I don't like to say that I can represent justice - I prefer the progress that I represent, or higher efficiency and value." Qianjie turned a blind eye to this. God-given soul rings and soul rings produced by soul beasts are not the same. What happened - in my memory, the protagonist of the Tang family had to obtain soul rings through soul beasts in the era when soul rings could be made, and he also had to eat sacrifices to prove this point.

There must be some gap between the soul ring produced by the soul beast and the divine gift, although Qianjie still can't figure out where the gap is.

Anyway, the soul ring that shocked Chen Haixi in front of him couldn't defeat Di Tian. If he could, he wouldn't be easily exiled by Di Tian in Mingdou City.

"Stubborn and restless, God's other methods are not gentle." Chen Haixi put away his martial spirit, and the look of indifference on his face became even stronger.

Qianjie also stood up, "For me, the greatest justice is that everyone can have enough food and clothing, and being able to say: Poseidon is a bastard - this is the greatest justice."

"You!!!" Chen Haixi raised his hand subconsciously, scolding his god in front of a high priest was different from scolding his parents.

"What are you? Isn't Poseidon the product of the union of man and soul beast? What else can it be if it's not a hybrid?" Qianjie stood against the light, smiling even more happily, "I can say that, you can say that ? This is the greatest freedom, understand?
"By the way, let me tell you something: a bastard always claims how noble his bloodline is, and that's pretty cool."

"Just wait for the trial!" In the end, Chen Haixi still failed to poke the harpoon, shook his sleeves, turned around and left the yard.

"By the way, can you please stop putting your mental energy on me all day? I'm not used to people watching me every time I go to the toilet." Qianjie yelled, "If you continue to stare, I can do it all day." Do you believe that I call Poseidon a bastard all night long?"

Chen Haixi trembled, but after arriving at the gate, he bowed slightly towards a blue-haired girl who was familiar to Qianjie.

"Oh, there are so many visitors." Looking at the familiar figure at the door, Qianjie smiled again.

Wang Dong'er in front of the door took a deep breath and stepped into the yard.

"That smile of yours is very annoying, don't you know?" Wang Dong'er, who entered the yard, was not polite and grabbed the shackles on Qianjie's body and tried to break them.

"I know, what next?" Qianjie shook the chain on his hand and avoided Wang Dong'er, "Also, I'm probably already a criminal plotting to kill the master outside, so don't do anything."

"I don't believe it." Wang Dong'er was stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't judge a person based on your subjective thoughts, and don't give your trust to other people casually - especially if this person has a history of lying to you." Qianjie looked at the girl with a tired face, "What? Did you come back in time?"

"Not long after arriving in the inner courtyard, I heard you were here and rushed over." Wang Dong'er explained softly. The three of them later left the Mingdou Mountains slower than Qianjie. "As for trust... I don't think so. With the relationship between Mr. Mu and you, you can really plot against him."

She raised her head and glanced at Qianjie, with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "I heard part of the conversation you had with Uncle Haixi just now. Are you really a descendant of angels?"

"Do you know this new Poseidon Pavilion Master?" Qianjie asked subconsciously,

"I met him twice in the sect, and each time he faced me with an inexplicable respect. I was deeply impressed." Wang Dong'er sighed, "You haven't answered my question about the descendants of angels yet? "

"Really." Qianjie didn't deny it, and there was no need to deny it.

"Really..." Wang Dong'er sighed. She didn't seem qualified to say what she wanted to say.

"I'm more curious now. How do you feel when I call Poseidon a bastard?" Qianjie asked back. There is nothing better than calling a daughter a father.

"Angry, but considering your identity, it doesn't seem surprising." Also, this silly girl still can't remember who her parents are, so she can't be expected to have other emotions besides being scolded as an ancestor.

"If nothing happens, let's go. It's best not to have too much contact with me, the prisoner." They really had nothing to talk about, and just sitting and watching the sun was not the same thing.

"You really don't want to bow down to Uncle Haixi? You are not the only descendant of angels." Wang Dong'er lowered his head and was silent for a long time before speaking out his thoughts.

The descendants of angels on the mainland are no less than a thousand calamities away. Aren’t they living a good life?

"Indeed, but I can't be like them who talk about 'atonement' every day." Qianjie waved his hand indifferently, dragging the chain and making a clattering sound.

"Why can they do it but you can't?" Wang Dong'er gritted her teeth, "Can you please stop being arrogant at this time?"

"Because I can't think of any sins I have to atone for, and I can't figure out what sins Wuhun Palace has." Qianjie looked at Wang Dong'er seriously, "If I have to say what sins Wuhun Palace has committed thousands of years ago, it's probably because it's too shameless. .”

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)