"Are you sure?!" Sun Wutian turned his head and stared at Fang Che's face.

Fang Che was a little unsure of Sun Wutian's thoughts. After he killed Murong Qingyu and others, he was indeed a little bit unable to deal with these old, weak, women and children. But there was nothing wrong with him. He was not that holy.

Kill if you must!

If Sun Wutian had killed the entire Murong family, he would have killed all of them.

Fang Che will not have any psychological fluctuations.

However, after annihilating the family, he left the ones who shouldn't be killed alive and captured them in front of him. What was Sun Wutian going to do?

Was it Sun Wutian who felt compassion for himself?

Or is it used to test yourself?

Or have other thoughts?

Fang Che was unsure and unsure. Moreover, he could feel that Sun Wutian kept these people for himself, not just for him to kill as he said.

If he really killed him, Sun Wutian would never say anything. This was for sure. But if he didn't kill, it seemed that that was what Sun Wutian expected.

why is that?

What exactly does the old devil want to see? This is clearly a test.

If we follow the style of Solipsism, Fang Che's direct swing of the knife would be the perfect answer. However, killing someone now is obviously not the answer Sun Wutian wants!

His thoughts were turned over and over in an instant. Faced with Sun Wutian's question, Fang Che said softly: "OK!"

Hear this sentence.

Sun Wutian's eyes that had been staring at Fang Che turned aside slightly, his gray eyebrows twitched slightly, and he sighed softly.

Then he said: "It's up to you."

Then his body disappeared in a flash.

Then it flashed again.

With a wave of his sleeves, the unconscious Murong family of more than eighty old, weak, women and children disappeared from the domain. They were sent out by Sun Wutian.

Sun Wutian waved his hand again, and the hellish scene in front of his eyes completely disappeared in an instant.

So, the ancient small village, the green mountains and green waters, the wilderness and wheat fields that were supposed to exist last time, appeared in front of Fang Che again.

Fang Che could even smell the fragrance of wheat seedlings in his nose.

Looking around, I saw smoke curling up from the distant kitchen, which was Sun Wutian's home.

Sun Wutian was silent, with his hands behind his back, hunched over and walked forward slowly, saying: "Since you are in the field now, come and sit at my house."

Fang Che's heart was shaken.

He agreed: "Okay."

Follow Sun Wutian and walk slowly.

From this short sentence, Fang Che could hear a lot of things.

"Come and sit at my house."

Fang Che knew that Sun Wutian had no family. Sunjiazhuang in the south of Baiyunzhou was his blood family, but it was not his home.

Perhaps in Sun Wutian's heart, only the quiet and peaceful village in this realm, deep in his memory, was his home.

His only home.

It is both the home of his body and the nest of his soul.

This invitation made Fang Che feel the warmth, and he couldn't help but think, if I just killed someone with a knife, would Sun Wutian send this invitation?

This question has no answer.
Chapter completed!