The prince stared at him silently for a long time.

It took so long that the moonlight started to move.

Dean's breathing was still deep.

Eventually, Thales' complexion slowly turned cold.

He looked at Dean's broad back and slowly stretched out his hand.

Stretching towards his waist.

Pulled out the jc dagger.

The blade exuded a faint cold light, and Thales couldn't help but frown slightly.

Six years.

This sharp dagger given to him by Yara has been with him for six full years.

Quaid, Blood Clan, Dragon Sky City, Disaster, Lumba, Great Desert...

In the past six years, no matter what kind of danger he faced, whenever Thales stretched out his hand to touch this dagger and felt its cold and tough texture, an unreasonable sense of security would arise spontaneously.

The power that made him grit his teeth again, stiffen his shoulders, and face everything in front of him.

But that was all self-defense, a forced counterattack and fight back.

But this time...

Just today, Thales suddenly realized: when the blood flows through the blade of the dagger, the blade reveals more than just its name.

It is essentially a murderous weapon.

Every time, when Thales mustered up the courage and determination to stab the enemy with a dagger, he would remember the feeling when he used the jc to take away his life for the first time: the hot and greasy blood passed over the gauntlet and gushed into his forearm.

Up, flowed to his chest, and shot towards his head and face.

However, those feelings have never been as real as now.

How easy it is to take away a life.

It’s not that I have never killed anyone, on the contrary, I have killed many people.

Thales said silently.

From living in an abandoned house in the lower city, to an assassination on King Street, and a life-and-death bloody battle in the desert...

But for a long time, he deliberately ignored those murderous feelings.

He doesn't have a choice, does he?

Kill, or be killed.

Thales gently raised the jc, narrowed his eyes, and pointed the tip of the blade at Dean's neck.

In the hell sense, the blood rushing in his carotid arteries was so powerful and vital.

Thales continued to hold up the dagger, aiming at Dean's neck, his face expressionless.

He has no choice.

He told himself silently.

A simple stab can negate the meaning of the other party, strip away the other party's existence, and make the value of the other party's continued existence in this world disappear without a trace: he is just gone, gone, dead, and then

Nor will he appear anywhere, in front of anyone, or at any time.

Just like what Kuaisheng said: From now on, he has no thoughts, no feelings, no consciousness, nothing can be left behind, and he knows nothing.

He completely disappeared and lost all possibilities, all development, and all future.

Thales came back to his senses and looked at the sleeping living person in front of him.

All it takes is a gentle poke.

Everything about the other party will disappear immediately.

As for the sword holder, he, Thales, can get a lot: Revenge? Benefits? Or simple satisfaction?

Or, is it the kind of refreshing feeling that after killing the other person, you can eliminate the unhappiness, frustration, hurt and pain you felt from the other person, along with the other person's existence, and completely vent your depression?

And...calculate the pleasure of achieving your goal and making a huge profit after eliminating the other party?

Or is it the sense of strength, power, and dignity that controls life and death, plays with the fate of others, and decides everything with a single palm?

Hold.

Thales stared at Dean's neck and trembled slightly.

He has no choice.

He told himself for the third time.

Another necessary killing, nothing more.

Is it?

Feeling of pleasure.

Quaid's hideous and hateful face flashed past.

Feeling of pleasure.

Nuen Wang Zhizhu’s smiling smile flashed through his mind.

Sense of power?

This time, Charmaine Lombard's cold and cold expression appeared before his eyes.

Thales took a deep breath and moved the dagger to the best angle for stabbing.

For the pleasure of revenge, for the pleasure of profit, for the bullshit power, God damn it, he only cares about so much... Just one click and everything will be over.

As long as you kill him, you don't have to worry anymore

That moment.

A pale and frightened face appeared in front of him.

That was a face from so long ago that Thales had almost forgotten it.

It's Kellett.

One of the people in the sixth house, that poor child, bravely rushed out at the last moment of his life just to protect that little girl.

However……

Thales trembled slightly, as if he had returned to that night again: Damn Quaid smiled and slit Kellett's neck. The child's face was full of fear, but the murderer's face had a ridiculous and shocking look.

People feel disgustingly satisfied and excited.

Hold.

It's the same for Quaid, right? Just a light touch and that refreshing feeling...

Hold.

Another face appeared in front of me.

She was a little girl standing in the Hall of Heroes of Longxiao City, with her arms folded aggrievedly, a bit arrogant and squeamish on her face, which made people quite annoying at first glance.

Alex Walton.

An innocent child born of sin.

Her raised mouth was eventually replaced by painful spasms and twisted cheeks after drinking the poison.

Thales stared blankly at the sleeping Dean, but in front of him was King Nunn's cold smile, Michael's desperate cry, Nicolai's expressionless indifference, and the little slippery man's frightened sobs...

Hold.

The same is true for King Nun. With just a glass of wine, the shame and hatred of the past are over. That feeling of pleasure...

Hold.

Thales closed his eyes gently.

Dean's neck disappeared before his eyes, and Longxiao City six years ago emerged from the darkness.

In the dilapidated and burning shield area, corpses lay everywhere, wailing endlessly.

In such a picture, the terrifying man with a cold face, the Grand Duke of Black Sand, coldly puts on the blood-stained crown.

Under his feet, the head of the born king rolled down into the dust and fell into the countless corpses in the shield area, including those of civilians, nobles, craftsmen, farmers, and White Blade Guards...

【Don’t be indifferent, Qi Ren, don’t be indifferent...】

[Human beings are animals and will gradually get used to many things, such as indifference, and certain perceptions that we know are inappropriate. 】

[I’ve heard it for so long that I don’t know how bad it is. Once you relax and get used to it, you will no longer feel the gap between yourself and the outside world, and you will never be able to find your original self. Hold on, Fei Ren, don’t compromise, don’t let this happen.

The world captures you.】

[Hey, Miss, why have you suddenly become so... so 'Wu Qiren'? 】
To be continued...