No one can be a dog licker

She had guessed Zunshi's personality and seen through his character. She hoped that Zunshi could do as she said and even tried to persuade him several times.

But it still remains the same...

People can never teach people enough; only events can teach people more profoundly.

As for what Zunshi was thinking, Wu Baitian knew it very well. It was precisely because the list she provided was too accurate that not only the survival rate was extremely high, but also the realm and ability were incomparable to ordinary people.

This made him want more, but also gave him a hint of superiority and pity that he shouldn't have.

Even if this person is a notorious bully who bullies the people, they can justify it by saying that he is too young and hope to be given a chance to reform.

But isn't this also a kind of arrogance?

Zunshi had been standing at a high position for too long, and he had long forgotten what the life of ordinary people was like.

They also forget that what seems like a minor evil to a warrior can be a huge disaster to an ordinary person.

Nanzhao Province is located in a remote area and is not short of such minor evils.

Because the people don't report and the officials don't investigate, how many dead bodies are buried deep underground and no one knows?

Can Wu Baitian prevent this tragedy from happening?

Of course, as long as she does everything herself and doesn't rely on others.

Relying on the memory of the previous life, they were killed before they committed any crime.

She could have saved thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people.

Even if it would turn her into a serial killer.

If she wasn't facing the precarious and falsely prosperous China, the Qingcheng City that was about to collapse and become the entrance to the abyss, and the generals who were willing to risk their lives to protect the Dianqian.

Then maybe she doesn't care about becoming a warrior, let alone doing more good things.

"You already knew..."

"My Lord, let me ask you, which is more important, the life of a warrior or the life of an ordinary person?"

Wu Baitian stared at the person in front of him with burning eyes and slowly uttered these words.

In fact, she did not expect to get a definite answer from the other party, because no matter what the answer was, it would not be correct.

Zun Shi immediately understood the deep meaning of Wu Baitian's words, but still said bluntly: "The life of a warrior is more important."

Wu Baitian nodded: "Yes, you and I made the same choice.

You chose those children who had the potential to become warriors, and I chose to trust your choice even though I knew they would kill people."

"We all lost, and we all became accomplices."

Wu Baitian's breath was steady, and he continued, "Zun Shi, I will give you sufficient and broad space, a stage that is enough for you to fully display your talents and fully demonstrate your abilities.

But I hope you won’t question any decision I have made clearly. If you really can’t do that…”

"I understand. I will do it."

Zun Shi interrupted Wu Baitian's words without hesitation, and his eyes seemed to finally become firm at this moment.

He actually didn't care too much about life and death, he just finally realized his own shallowness.

He has always felt that given his age and experience, he would not make a wrong judgment.

But he completely forgot that neither Wu Baitian nor his elder sister had reached the position of coach simply because of their age or experience.

Suddenly, Zun Shi knelt on his knees, took out an unremarkable pen from his pocket, handed it to Wu Baitian respectfully, and said:

"Qian Shuai, this is the pen that every Qian Shuai always carries with him. It is called Qiuhao. It is not good-looking and is not a magical weapon. Its function is just to write endless ink.

But it is a key that can open the door to the 'Second Floor Underground'. Wherever it is, the Second Floor Underground is there."

Wu Baitian took the pen and held it lightly in his hand. He raised his hand to let him stand up, then asked, "Space? What's in it?"

"Yes, it is a space that can only be entered by holding a blade. I am not qualified..."

"Okay, go ahead and do your work." Wu Baitian said, and suddenly remembered the pen in his hand, and quickly handed it to him, "Wait! Take this, and I'll ask you for it when I need to go to the second basement floor."

Zun Shi was stunned, but still took Qiu Hao and left quickly.

Qiuhao brush? And the ink is endless. Isn't this just trying to kill me?

Although she was destined to work and live until death, there was no need to mock her in front of even a small pen, right?

"As soon as you heard it wasn't a divine weapon, you were disgusted to death. You are really a snob~"

Mu Qinzao's voice appeared suddenly, and Wu Baitian was no longer surprised.

"How about you be a Taoist priest? Your name has the five elements in it, and you are such a gossipy person."

"Hiss!" Mu Qinzao shook his head, knowing that he couldn't win the argument, so he just got down to business, "I have already preliminarily set up the formation you requested. However, if you want to complete it completely, it will probably take more than a month.

Once this formation is fully built, anyone below the sixth rank will be unable to get out, while anyone above the sixth rank can delay the exit for an hour or so.

Anyway, with your speed, you can run even without me by your side to help you. But——"

Mu Qinzao suddenly raised his tone and his expression became very serious:

"I must solemnly emphasize to you once again that once you leave this door, you must not tell anyone that I set up this formation for you. If my grandfather knew..."

"Oh! I didn't realize you're a daddy's boy!" Wu Baitian mocked as he walked upstairs, muttering, "Eat my food and use my things. Help me set up a formation. I'll have to beg you for a few days..."

Hearing Wu Baitian's sarcastic words, Mu Qinzao was immediately furious and broke down in an instant: "Hey! Wu Baitian, you are too unreasonable, aren't you? It was you who was begging me for help, okay?"

But the only response he got was the sound of Wu Baitian closing the door.

Well, it was really jaw-dropping! When he was begging him, he called him "senior" in such a fawning and servile way!

You can spend any money you want. You can squander it however you want.

He hasn't even finished setting up this formation yet, and he's already getting rid of it? But this is a little too early!

"Wu Baitian, I quit, hey!"

Mu Qinzao became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He let out a light shout and leaned back on the sofa with an attitude of giving up everything.

Then he heard Wu Baitian in the room, with a little shock and disbelief in his exaggerated voice: "No way? No way?

The formation that the disciple of the Tianshi sect personally set up turned out to be just a half-finished product?

The world is fickle and people’s hearts are no longer the same. I’m afraid even the things made by the fortune tellers on the overpass are not as good as this~”

"Wu Baitian! I will knock out your dentures today no matter what!"

Mu Qinzao jumped up and kicked the door over, his eyes starting to sparkle as he looked at Wu Baitian.

However, the next second, Wu Baitian was seen hugging Poxiao and the quiver, curled up into a ball, and whispered sadly:

"Senior! I was wrong. Please don't hit me. I'm so scared of the pain. I'm really scared."

"Oh my god!!! Ah!!!"

Mu Qinzao didn't know how he got downstairs or to the yard, but when he woke up, there was not a drop of blood left in his body.

The formation, which was originally going to take more than a month to complete, is now almost done.

"Fuck! Wu Baitian! You are so despicable! Will you die if you say I am too slow?!"

Wu Baitian glanced coldly at the dusty and exhausted Mu Qinzao, and said coldly: "As long as you don't die, work hard to death."