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Cardinal still remembered her name, so he asked, "Xu Lin?"

Hearing him ask her this question, she nodded, then said, "Big Brother Cardinal, just sit down and wait for a while. The umbrella will be ready in a moment."

He said his name, and he wanted to say his name.

He was also quite happy. Previously, when they were travelling together, he had actually remembered his name.

Cardinal sat down, ready to speak.

The middle-aged woman's voice sounded, "Little girl, do you know this young man?"

The girl said, "I know him. Why else would I speak to him?"

The middle-aged woman carefully sized up Cardinal for a moment, then said, "Since you know him, then just chat with him for a while. Coincidentally, your father has been using this umbrella for a while, so don't be so impatient."

Then Xu Lin went to get a small stool and sat down next to the Cardinal. "The umbrella will be ready in a while. Wait a moment."

Cardinal Zhen smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry."

They were speechless as they looked at the rain outside. The rain was getting smaller and smaller, and it was about to stop.

The girl opened her mouth and asked, "Big brother, you didn't want an umbrella just now, why are you here to buy one now?"

"Because I don't want to become a drowned chicken the next time I take a walk."

The little girl covered her mouth and laughed, "Then why are you still walking away leisurely? You want to be a drowned chicken, you can't blame others for getting cold when you get sick."

"Yes, you are responsible for your own actions. Even if you feel cold and suffer, you can't blame others."

The little girl frowned, "Big brother, you always act like an old man, your words are also logical. You clearly aren't that old, but you pretend to be so mature."

Cardinal smiled and said, "Is that so?"

The little girl stared into his eyes for a long time, then sighed and said, "Don't you know whether you are there or not?"

"I don't think so."

The little girl looked at him in surprise, "It's already like this, you still haven't? Unless they have to wait until they can't say anything before they do? "

Zhu Cheng was somewhat puzzled.

Did I look that old?

He had a heart of twenty years old, but there was no life that he could be ignorant of even at the age of twenty. He was not a happy person, he was destined to be a depressed person.

When he was young, he was alone in the wilderness.

What he faced was fear, blood and darkness, hunger and suffering.

Growing up, in the martial arts world, alone.

He was at a loss. He was facing the eight great sects. Hatred and chivalry.

Cardinal Cheng smiled and asked, "Then what do you think a twenty year old should do?"

The little girl thought for a moment, "I don't know, I'm not even twenty yet."

"Twenty years is the age of responsibility. No matter how heavy the burden is, you must carry it all on your back. If you choose something, even if it is wrong, you cannot regret it."

The little girl didn't quite understand what he meant, so she asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

"It's like this, or at least it's like this for me."

The little girl no longer wanted to discuss these things and asked, "How did you do it? You made it so that the rain could not get close to your body without an umbrella."

As she said this, her eyes were filled with envy and admiration. He was her idol. Because she was so magical.

Before he could answer her, she asked again, "Are you really a hero? Do all the heroes act in a chivalrous manner and punish evil and righteousness? "

Cardinal Cheng looked at her, innocent and naive. He then thought of himself, sixteen or seventeen years old.

One was an innocent girl who was full of vigor. She didn't care if she died or lived. It was as if the accident and tomorrow would always come tomorrow first.

Not only that, it was as if the girl's eyes would always have a tomorrow.

Cardinal was different.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, he had already killed quite a number of people.

He saw with his own eyes a number of lives disappearing. He knew that life was fragile to the point that if there was a single wound, a little wound, or a disease, it would disappear. No matter good or evil, life would disappear.

His master had told him that the best way to respect life was to be clean when taking his life.

Huai Cheng always remembered.

In order to kill it, he had no choice but to stab it again. After that, the blood would spray out once more and he would scream in pain once more.

When Cardinal was young, he had always been afraid of hearing those pitiful cries, seeing those eyes, feeling helpless, fearful, and full of desire for his life.

But the Cardinal did his best to keep calm.

Harvesting life was like harvesting straw.

When he was young, the blood in his heart was warm.

Every night, the people who had been killed, the animals that had been killed, the creatures that had practiced the sword. All of them would appear in his mind and awaken him in the night.

Then he woke up with the knife still in his hand.

Come on! I'm not afraid of you. If you come to me, I'll kill you all.

But there was no end to it, many nights, sleepless because of those things.

Until he slowly got used to it.

Yes, he had gotten used to it later on. Calm, strict, quick thinking, great agility, ruthless attacks, he had become such a person.

Then he said, "Heroic assassins must be the ones who want to be the first. When things are unfair and unfair, the Heroic Heroes will step in and punish them for their injustice. That's right, this is a true hero."

The little girl asked, "Are you a hero?"

Cardinal said, "Me? I don't think so. At most, I'm just a wanderer who can do whatever he wants. "

This is the first time a little girl has heard that word. " Prodigal? "

"You can understand it this way, but you can also understand it as: those who only do what they want, those who only follow their own hearts and only follow their own actions, do not have any restrictions on themselves."

The little girl said, "It sounds good, but it seems like the Devil Sect also said the same."

This time, Huanzheng is a bit confused, "Devil Sect?"

The little girl said, "Yes, it's the Devil Sect."

"Demonic Sect? Is there such a school in the martial arts world?" "Why haven't I heard of it?" Cardinal asked.

The little girl answered, "The Devil Sect is just a code name, right? Those who want to do what they want to do are the Devil, he is not restricted by anything, is not restricted by etiquette, and only follows his own heart. What if his heart is evil? If one is not restrained by anything, isn't that the same as being a devil? "

Cardinal thought for a moment, "Is there a cult in this world!? The fully free Devil Sect. "

Then he answered his own question, "It can't be. The Devil Sect and Freedom are not the same thing. The Devil Sect is a people who indulge themselves in freedom. Although I also want everyone in the world to be free, but it's impossible. If they aren't constrained, who knows what they will do?"

Then he looked at the little girl. "Do you think I'm a demon?"

The little girl thought for a long time.

Then he said, "You're not a demon. You're just a free man."

Cardinal Cheng smiled. A prodigal? Or perhaps, it was not bad to become such a person.