The Cruel Tyrant

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Su Mu walked a few steps next to him, and said to Yun Feiyu: "I am not interested in being a chef, but I am interested in Wu Ji and Yun Jing." After speaking, Su Mu opened his hand and two jade pendants with a warm texture appeared on top. With just a glance one could tell that they were of extraordinary value.

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Yun Feiyu was startled, saying angrily: "Su Mochi!"

"Don't get excited, I just invited the two for a drink of tea." Su Mu looked at him mildly, and then looked towards the direction 50 miles away, and said: "Yun Feiyu, I have a 150,000 army, even if it is a mountain before me I can still demolish it before your eyes, not to mention a few small stones? How long can you block my way? How many of my men can you kill? Although Shangguan Hao is courageous, but is my iron-blooded battalion any less superior?"

Yun Feiyu suppressed the anger in his eyes. One could no longer find a friendly smile on his face. He said coldly: "What need is there for General Shangguan to personally kill useless trash? Your iron-blooded battalion is powerful but our southeastern army does not have an empty reputation either. Go ahead and try, you will definitely meet your death!"

Yun Feiyu looked at the heartbreakingly beautiful young man in front of him coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. From his hair down to his toes, from his skin down to his bones, every place on his body screamed of his desire to cut the person in front of him a thousand times.

He stared at Su Mu's eyes and said: "In those nine cities, digging three feet down to the ground and yet it was still crimson. Traveling hundreds of miles yet withered bones could still be seen. Hundreds of thousands of civilians, lost at your hands. You deserve to die ten thousand deaths, to appease the souls of the wronged!"

Scenes of splashing blood, desperate wailing, and piled up corpses as high as mountains again appeared in Su Mu's mind, like a heavy mountain pressing all of the breath out of him. He quietly watched Yun Feiyu, unmoving and unshakable, but in truth, a thin layer of cold sweat had appeared on his back, and his hands were firmly tightened into fists behind his back, hard nails embedded into the flesh.

He always consciously suppressed the bloody memories made by Su Mochi because it would affect him.

A person reading a book, watching a movie, or even listening to a simple story would be affected, maybe happy, maybe crying, maybe angry......

To say nothing of the fact that he not only received all the memories of a person, but also received his martial arts and body reflexes. It was impossible to have no lasting effects on him.

The excitement and pleasure Su Mochi felt when he murdered was eroding his nerves, and his bright eyes gradually turned dark. The expression on his face did not change, nor did his body movements change, but it suddenly felt extremely dangerous.

Yun Feiyu was not stupid. He noticed this anomaly almost immediately. He narrowed his eyes and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly approached Su Mu, stopping when the two were about to touch each other.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the layer of red on Su Mu's cheeks and said gently: "Look at how you are now, are you thinking of men? You like being f**ked by men this much? Do you think there is any difference between you and those male prostitutes in brothels? Oh, I think there is still a difference, at least one must pay them money, whereas you......"

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Yun Feiyu's words had yet to finish when he was slapped by Su Mu's palm at least four or five feet away. When he landed, he felt as if his internal organs were all shattered. There was a buzzing in his head, and before he could even respond, he felt a tight grip around his neck, his body lifting from the ground.

Pitch-black eyes were like the deep treacherous sea, huge waves roiling and crashing in the dark night, ready to destroy everything. Su Mu gripped Yun Feiyu's neck in a stranglehold and looked at him struggling desperately. He felt both excited and angry, his chest moving up and down as he tried to suppress his emotions forcefully.

He said: "Who do you think you are! It's even simpler for me to squeeze you to death than to trample on an ant. You'd better spit out everything you know, otherwise I will let you understand what hell is!"

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"Hai, hai......hell!" The blood flowed endlessly, and Yun Feiyu spit out the word with difficulty. His eyes like sharp blades as he looked into Su Mu's eyes: "I have already......experienced hell, when my mother died at your hand, when my sister died at your hand, when my teacher died at your hand, when my three hundred classmates were slaughtered, I......have......already......experienced......it......"