Chapter 527

Ye Ziheng is thinking about how to help these evil martial artists escape, but a voice suddenly rings.

"Hello, what's the difference between you and us?"

At the moment of hearing the voice, ye Ziheng froze for a moment, looked around and found that the speaker was the cult warrior who had been followed for three days.

Ye Ziheng looked at him, without thinking too much, and replied directly.

"We don't get what we want by hurting others. Let's be big. We are for justice, and you are only selfish. "

The martial artist of the cult couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ye Ziheng frowned and stared at the cult disciple.

"Justice, what a ridiculous word, is just to protect the interests of most people. Ha ha. "

"To sacrifice that small number of people for the benefit of most people is what you call justice, and when that small number of people get benefits, you call it selfishness."

Said the disciple of the cult. Looking at ye Ziheng, his eyes were full of disdain.

But ye Ziheng listened to but didn't think so, argued.

"But most of you don't hurt others' interests when they get benefits."

"No harm? No, it's just that you stand too high to see the darkness under the clouds. "

Said the cult warrior, with a sneer across his mouth.

Ye Ziheng looked at the evil cult warrior, but he didn't speak. He looked at him quietly and wanted to hear him talk about the darkness under the cloud.

"You disciples of the clan have a lot of resources to spend from the beginning of cultivation. The clan regularly gives you cultivation resources, which you may think are very few, but in the eyes of those who are not" Mingmen decent ", that will always be beyond our expectation."

"That's what we're trying to get."

Ye Ziheng could not help interposing.

After hearing this, the disciples of the cult shook their heads with a smile.

"Hard work? I don't know what your hard work means. Is it hard practice? But who can't be a warrior? But why only your disciples have it? "

Ye Ziheng thought for a long time and said slowly.

"That's what our ancestors left us."

"The ancestors of zongmen, it's nice to say, but it's just a group of robbers. They robbed the things that belonged to all people, then built a high wall, saying that it's their things, not allowed to be used by others. Then they collected the money and treasures of people who wanted those things, pulled them into their own walls, and became the so-called zongmen. This is your ancestor of zongmen "Take what belongs to all as one's own, but still sit on a high position and say the so-called right and wrong with awe?"

Ye Ziheng didn't know what to say for a while. Looking at the cult warrior in front of him, he felt that he was a recruit who had just learned the gun before long. After going to the battle, he met a soldier who was proficient in all kinds of guns in front of him. He shot ye Ziheng one by one with his exquisite shooting technique, but ye Ziheng forgot how to shoot.

He stood at the same place, and his mind told him how to refute the words of the heretic warrior. But he thought for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt. He didn't know what to say.