"What makes you think that everyone else is a kind person?" Mu Yan looked at Xiao Yan strangely.
"We're all on the frontline and a lot of soldiers didn't come here for pure reason to protect their homelands. Many of them are here for the money and the glory. Do you really think of them as good people?"
Xiao Yan shook his head. "I'm not talking about this matter."
"Then...?"
"What do you feel when you kill people?"
Mu Yan was stunned.
She was not a soldier nor did she learn enough martial arts to kill people. But Mu Yan had learned self protection.
Because she had to do various works outside.
There were times when she also met with some unkind people and Mu Yan had to protect herself.
At that time, Mu Yan naturally would fight back.
And her skills were good enough for Nan Hua to be reassured to bring Mu Yan to the frontline. Even if Mu Yan would not be like Chu Yue who could fight on the frontline and become a soldier if she truly wanted to, but she would not die so easily here.
If it was necessary, Mu Yan could also kill people.
"Now or the first time?" Mu Yan asked.
"Is it different?"
"Yes." Mu Yan looked at the sky above. She could remember the day when she first killed someone, a memory that was hard to fade away from her mind. "The first time, I feel fear and disgust but also some kind of satisfaction deep inside. Because I survived and this bad person died instead of me."
"Later on, I feel... nothing."
Even if Mu Yan had killed a few people afterwards, she didn't feel anything much. She didn't know if it was numbness or just because she was insensitive, but Mu Yan didn't have much thoughts about it.
As the number of people who died in her hands increased, Mu Yan still felt nothing.
All she knew was that she had killed people again.
And that's all.
Xiao Yan looked at Mu Yan and blinked his eyes. He chuckled in a low voice.
"I'm used to see people being beaten up every single day ever since I was young. My father was a drunkard. He liked drinking so much that he fell into debt and they chased him over. When he's angry and annoyed, it's me who's being beaten up because I'm a boy." ƒrēewebnovel.com
His mother was scared and always hid away while his sister was too young to know anything. Whenever it happened, she was sleeping in the deepest room in their house, not knowing what happened outside. Xiao Yan would try his best not to scream and startled his sister as he didn't want her to know about his predicament.
After he had finished drinking, he would become the proper man once again.
But when the night come, he would come out and find some drinks to drink again and again. Xiao Yan hated that man.
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