Seeing the murderous intent on him, Feng Qingcheng quietly held his hand and said quietly: "Actually, I don't want to tell you because... I'm afraid of you... a dilemma..."

Mu Chenxiao slowly closed his eyes, quietly dissipated the murderous intent on his body, and looked at Feng Qingcheng with his eyes.

"For me, there is no dilemma...you are the only one."

Feng Qingcheng's lips curled a graceful smile, and sat down beside him with a little smugness: "I know this, but some things involve not only the two of us... The people around us will also be involved in this game in the dark... In this way, we need to worry about it, not only us..."

Mu Chenxiao suddenly sighed heavily: "Actually, many years ago, I had discovered that being born in an imperial family was not so satisfactory... At the moment we were born, we were involved in some competition, but it was not as peaceful as ordinary people's simple meals..."

"Fate is not something we can choose, so we can only take the path we are chosen..." Feng Qingcheng quietly held his hand and murmured: "God has given you responsibility, and you have to take it..."

"Qingcheng..." Mu Chenxiao suddenly stared at her with a bright look, deep as water, with ripples: "If one day, I give up everything... are you still willing to be by my side?"

"I'm willing..." Feng Qingcheng looked at him with some surprise: "Why do you ask this? You should understand me. These so-called glory and wealth are just passing clouds for me... Such intrigues are far from the real reality of being ordinary..."

"I have been thinking about a question these days... If our descendants are also involved in these intrigues... then what's the point of us still fighting for fame and fortune?"

"We are not saints, nor are our descendants. They also have seven emotions and six desires, and also have the most basic desires of human beings. Naturally, they also have the original instinct of fighting for power..."

"Then won't we put today's tragedy before them with our own hands?"

"So, you just want to retire to the mountains and forests and stop asking about these mortal things?"

"Yes..." Mu Chenxiao stared at the nothingness in front of him and said quietly: "For tens of thousands of years, no matter where we are, the struggle for power is inevitable. If our descendants fall into this cliché, I would rather not leave them the opportunity to compete for..."

"You mean..." Feng Qingcheng's eyes trembled: "Are you going to quit this game?"

"Yes..." Mu Chenxiao sighed heavily: "Exit this game that shouldn't belong to me..."

"What do you want to do?"

"The current turmoil is nothing more than a group of dragons without a leader... If we give them a powerful dragon head, will the ending be different?"

Feng Qingcheng instantly understood what he meant, and Yinya bit his red lips unconsciously: "What do you mean... is... invite the dragon leader out of the mountain?"
Chapter completed!