I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 859: ：Justice exploited by evil

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The invisible momentum suppressed everyone in the audience.

Not only Seleu, who is only an inch away from the blade, but all of them, under an invisible momentum, unable to move.

The air appears to be burning.

As if an invisible flame was burning.

Seleu feels better.

Because she stared directly at the pale golden flame in Joan's eyes, from the jumping image, she could clearly see what it was.

Hate!

An unparalleled hatred that almost burns out my entire heart.

Compare to this hatred.

How insignificant her hatred of criminals seemed.

But—no matter how small the flames are, they are all of the same nature. At this moment, Seleu finally understands that his hatred of sin is not due to his insistence on justice, but is simply, to himself The hatred of parents being killed.

It was different from what she had always thought.

"Hate can make people strong, but it can also make people lose their senses, lose themselves, and finally be completely swallowed by this flaming flame of revenge." Joan of Arc, no, it should be called Black Joan of Arc now. Staring at Seleu, a voice that was not cold or violent came out of his mouth.

Seleu couldn't understand.

That is a hatred that is countless times stronger than her hatred, it can even be said to be the flame of hell, just staring at it makes her almost unable to control herself.

But this person in front of me is still able to remain calm?

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that being swallowed up by hatred can't really take revenge." Heizhen flicked off Hill's scissors and raised his chin, "Look behind. "

Seleu subconsciously turned her head.

Then his eyes snapped open.

She saw that her beloved master was not following her as she imagined.

On the contrary.

In a place far away from her, she stiffened in place with a fled attitude, and in front of him, there was also a woman wearing a battle armor and exuding a god-like aura.

"The justice in your mouth is just a tool to be used, and the person who uses you is the person you hate the most, the one you really need revenge for." Hei Zhen walked towards Oka step by step, Every step left footprints scorched by flames. The distorted high temperature around her seemed to have finally reached its limit, and black flames emerged in the void, more and more, gradually converging into a sea of ​​vengeance.

For the rest, just being able to feel the heat.

But for Oka.

It seems that even the soul is being burned continuously.

He showed a look of pain, knelt down in front of Hei Zhen little by little, raised his head, seemed to be pleading, and couldn't stop crying.

"Repent and tell your sins." Heizhen stood in front of Oka, like a messenger from **** bathed in raging fire, the pale golden flames jumping in her eyes even penetrated her soul.

Oka collapsed without any resistance.

He wailed.

Even slapped himself hard, like a criminal being tried, telling his sins in the stream of tears.

Just for the sake of a little money, the subordinates of justice are sent on mortal tasks, in order to protect the eyes of oil dealers and even frame innocent people, even children are not spared, and they keep talking about justice, but they are not This is dismissive...

Watch this weak, brawny man crying like a child as he tells his crimes.

Seleu was stunned.

In her eyes, her master is the embodiment of justice, the representative of justice, and the guardian of justice.

But now.

She hasn't even seen a criminal more sinister than her master!

Fake? Controlled words?

No...

Seleu listened to this one thing, all kinds of memories flooded into his heart, each of these things is not fabricated out of thin air!

Seleu looked at his hands tremblingly.

She even killed people who should have been innocent at all.

Those who hate criminals so much have become criminals' killers and accomplices...

"Ahhh!"

Seleu screamed in collapse, clutching her head and kneeling on the ground. At this moment, her beliefs and persistence were all on the verge of collapse. Thinking of her parents who died in front of her eyes, she even had a kind of The urge to end my sinful life.

Joan of Arc stopped helping her.

Everything is in front of us. At this time, Seleu is like a butterfly that is about to break its cocoon. Only by tearing the shackles that bind him with his own strength can his inner strength become stronger and he can truly possess Eligibility to become a member.

Is it breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly, firming up my heart, or falling into the abyss in self-denial.

Just look at Seleu himself.

Joan of Arc didn't move, Artoria didn't move, and neither did everyone.

Everyone looked at Seleu, who was in so much pain that he grabbed the ground with his head.

Until Seleu's head was bleeding and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or blood flowing on his face, he still didn't get out of this pain.

Joan of Arc is slightly disappointed.

But, just as she was thinking about whether she should do something else, a blood-stained handkerchief was handed to Seleu.

It's Hill.

Although this natural spectacled girl doesn't fully understand what happened, she can see that Seleu is also a victim of a corrupt empire, and her pain also comes from the bad guys of these empires~IndoMTL.com~ She thought about herself and said softly:

"As long as you find what you want to do, it's not hard."

"..." Seleu looked at her blankly.

I thought I was a master of justice, but in fact he was a criminal. What about these night attacks that I thought were criminals?

What are they?

Seleu has never been more miserable.

But she seems to understand.

The pain is that I can't tell who is the culprit, who is the enemy.

But—at least one thing she already understood.

Seleu stopped moving, instead of picking up the handkerchief Hill handed over, he stood up staggeringly.

"Master..." Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, "You killed such innocent people, just like my parents, and sure enough... you The real unforgivable criminal..."

The flames of vengeance, the pain of being deceived, and the urge to try to grab a life-saving straw to keep yourself from falling off a cliff.

Let Seleu charge towards Oka like a tiger.

No weapons were used.

It was only used for his own fists and kicks. These were the battles taught by Oka. Without leaving his hands, he slammed into him fiercely.

Oka has long since lost any will in the eyes of Joan of Arc's judgment, immersed in endless repentance and pain, unable to do anything but cry.

Final.

In front of everyone.

Oka's entire head was completely unrecognizable, and the bones were completely broken, but Seleu still didn't stop.

Blood smeared her body, her twisted face and tortured heart stretched out as if she had been redeemed, revealing a happy smile.