Every ruthless killing machine was bound to have his past misery, and this was something that Han Qianqian had never recognized.
The reason those ruthless killers turned into cold killing machines was not that they were born without feelings, but that they were tortured to be devoid of any feelings!
Although they seemed to have been trained from a young age, it was not as simple as feeding them and nurturing their killing skills as in the movies.
What really matters is that while all this is going on, each of these killing machines is stripped of their dignity.
They are violated at a very young age, so much so that their weak hearts and little dignity are completely destroyed, and from then on they become cold and heartless.
So it is with the Slayer!
If placed in his first years of life, he would undoubtedly have been no different from an ordinary human, but his superiors, however, kept him in a cage with a male frog-beast for a long time.
Every day and every night, his superiors would light ecstasy on the side of the cage, and the Slayer was constantly violated by the frog-beast almost every day and every night.
Until one day, the frog-beast completely invaded his body and became one body with him!
All his shame and everything was gone, and he became cold and heartless from then on!
He had no power to resist his superiors, and he took out his anger on every so-called "enemy" he could see, to vent it, or to comfort himself by watching his tragedy happen to others.
It was not until he met Han Qianqian that he stopped.
"Sometimes, bad people aren't all bad, they just lack a listener, don't they?" Han Qianqian laughed.
"When a man's hands are stained with blood, in fact, he has already given up on himself." The Slayer smiled coldly.
"If a person who has given up on himself would not even be talking to me here about his past, it's good to say it, at least, the knot in your heart will be loosened a lot, and the hatred will be released a lot." Han Qianqian said.
The Slayer did not say anything and nodded indifferently.
A moment later, he looked up at Han Qianqian: "Bad people are not all bad, but they can never wash away the blood on their hands, I am imprisoned here, it is normal, but it is you who ......"
"The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it. The Slayer said this, staring at Han Qianqian with his separate big eyes strangely.
"Ever heard of a saying?"
"What saying?"
"Who will enter hell if I don't? If I hadn't come in, who would have come to enlighten you again, wouldn't they?" Han Qianqian smiled while saying.
The Slayer froze for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "I'm not exactly smart, but I'm not stupid either, so if you don't say so, then so be it." After saying that, he got up slightly and walked towards the end.
"What are you doing?" Han Qianqian asked.
"It's getting late, I'm going to go lock myself up, at least it hurts to lock myself up, to save me from being humiliated by those birds." He smiled bitterly, as if he had been used to this situation for a long time.
Perhaps the only thing that was uncomfortable for him was that he was the one who had lost this time.
"If you were given a chance to atone for your sins, would you be willing?" Han Qianqian turned his head back, slightly closing his eyes as he said indifferently.
"Atonement?" His huge figure froze slightly, then, as if answering Han Qianqian, he seemed to be talking to himself, "Is a person like me qualified to atone for my sins? I never thought I could clear my sins."
"If there really is such a chance one day, I think ...... I might not cherish it because, even now, I don't know how to face it."
After saying this, he shook his head gently and dragged his huge body, and his figure faded into the darkness at the end.
Inside the City Lord's Palace ......
Within the hall.
Another three hours had passed, but the messages over and over again were all incomparably disappointing to Fang Watch, could it be that the Ice God had really played with disappearing?!
Suddenly, just as Fang Watch was depressed to his grandmother's house, Old Man Chai slowly stood up, "Something's not right!"
"What's not right?"