"Then we can travel together for a while."
Bu Chou said lightly, "I'm heading to Bai Pingzhou."
"Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
Bu Chou walked and asked, "I have a question, something I've never understood. Why is it that in some people's eyes, when bad people and demons do something utterly devoid of conscience, it's taken for granted? But when the relatives of the victims take revenge on those people using the same means, it's considered a sin? Demons slaughter innocents, that's seen as normal, but when good people slaughter demons, someone stands out to say it offends the heavens?"
"What kind of logic is this?"
Bu Chou asked angrily. This question had been bothering him for many years.
Bu Chou was straightforward by nature, with a tough style, always believing in the principle of quick and decisive action in the Jianghu, an eye for an eye; blood for blood, a tooth for a tooth, was his creed in life and work.
