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Why can some people act like a baby to their mother without any worries.

Some people want to take their mother's bones to the giants of the rich and powerful family, and ask for a sentence, "You can hit three feet, but you can't find one."

Why are some people humiliated.

Some people are born rich.

It's not fair.

When fate dumps injustice on those at the bottom, and a price adjustment order can take the lives of their loved ones——

Where is the justice?

We are all living people, how can we not hate, how can we be detached and relieved.

Even if this child made a mistake, even if he wasn't his blood relative, even if fate made fun of him... Thinking about it, it still hurts my heart.

Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes.

He murmured: "It's too cruel. I'm afraid Shenwu Tiancheng didn't take into account the fact that the spirit core was broken...Hundreds of times, Mu Yanli."

He raised his eyelids, his voice trembling.

"You have to take an awl and gouge out his heart hundreds of times."

"..."

The sky and the earth are clear and bright, and everything in Tianyin Pavilion is rigorous, fair, and meticulous.

Xue Zhengyi raised his face, watching the clouds slowly drifting past.

"Okay, now he has paid for his crimes. He should pay off what he owes to the world."

got windy.

Xue Zhengyi choked up suddenly.

"But what the world owes him... Will someone pay him back... Will anyone pay him back..."

Chapter 272 [Tianyin Pavilion] People's Words Are Frightening

The public trial is finally over.

Even if someone speaks out and defends, the result still cannot be changed.

Following the trial of Tianyin Pavilion's Divine Martial Scale has been an ancient system in the cultivation world for thousands of years. No one can escape, and Mo Weiyu is naturally not immune.

After clearing the field, Mo Ran was escorted to the confession platform outside Tianyin Pavilion.

The magic weapon is bound, the enchantment is shrouded, and the guards stand. He will kneel here for three days and three nights, accepting the ridicule and reviling of passers-by, until the day when his soul core is dug out.

It's public announcement.

"Father, mother, I want to see him."

In the guest room of Tianyin Pavilion, Xue Meng couldn't sit still. He got up suddenly, but was held back by Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang said: "Don't go."

It is rare for her to be firm, but at this moment she cannot deny it.

"Don't go to the confessional, don't go to him."

"Why?!! I just... I just..."

Madam Wang shook her head.

"At the top of death and life, it is difficult to protect ourselves. How many people are ordering us to scatter today? You father and son need to be calm, and you must not challenge again. Once the top of death and life is in trouble, whether it is Yuheng or Ran'er, you will Even the last way of retreat is cut off."

Xue Meng was at a loss: "But will someone really fight him and scold him around? I don't know what happened to the Zhenlong chess game, why he can solve it...but..."

He buried his face in his palms, his voice moist.

"But, he really saved us that day... Why do some people treat him like this because they haven't experienced the disaster that day, haven't seen the situation that day, and only rely on one side of the story."

Why?

Xue Meng doesn't understand, he is too pure.

But Mrs. Wang knew it well, and Xue Zhengyi knew it too.

Tianyin Pavilion is the most fair temple in the cultivation world—once something is determined, especially after years of refinement and standing for thousands of years, few people will think about why it is fair and whether it will be fair or not. There will be mistakes. In such a force, even voices of rebuttal would be easily overshadowed.

Mo Weiyu is a sinner.

Because he is a sinner, anyone can bully him and scold him.

Because those who are scolding and beating are sinners, those saliva or fists are not violent, not venting, not following the trend, not venting jealousy, and not infinite pleasure for Hu Luoping Yang.

Instead, it is punishing evil and promoting good.

Everyone should clap their hands and applaud, whoever dares to speak up to plead for mercy, that is the same party, should be taken to the stage, face painted, hair cut off - bah, moral degradation, no distinction between right and wrong, fighting together.

Xue Meng can't go to the confessional.

will be crazy.

In the evening, it started to rain lightly.

The confession platform was not covered, Mo Ran knelt in the misty rain and mist, and the drizzle was close to his face. He closed his eyes, the crowd was surging, and the rain could not extinguish the excitement.

At this time, the monks had already dispersed, and most of the people who stayed here were ordinary people who didn't understand the truth. These residents of the Upper Cultivation Realm didn't cultivate themselves, and they didn't know the various changes that had happened before, but they were extremely curious, holding oil-paper umbrellas, and looking at the man who was bound.

During the day, their stands are far away, and they can't see the appearance of Mo Ran clearly.

But during the public trial at the confession platform, these common people can come up and take a closer look.

A girl said in a low voice of surprise: "Listening to what he did this morning, I thought he was an ugly monster with a blue face and fangs, but unexpectedly he looks pretty good."

The burly man next to her straightened her cloak considerately and said, "You are so naive. In this world, there are countless people with good looks but sinister hearts. Don't be fooled by the appearance of such people." Get confused."

There are also parents and children who come here specially.

The father is a teacher from the Upper Cultivation Realm, who is gentle and gentle, and hugs his child so that he can see Mo Ran kneeling there.

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