"This is not my ambition." Xian Qing said without any hesitation, coldly and indifferently. "It makes no sense."

In just two sentences, he easily wiped out his dream of reaching the top, his talk when he was wearing a beautiful dress and angry horse, and his original intention when he set out on this road, without any hesitation or denial, as if the truth was as plain as his two sentences.

Nothing surprising.

Xin Xin sighed, knowing that this could not convince this person. If strength and dreams were enough to shake the deepest hatred in his heart... Oh, no, there should be no hatred anymore. As time goes by

As time goes by, those hatreds have long since rotted into ashes in the quagmire of history. What he cannot let go of the most is probably the responsibility that binds him, the inherent responsibility of being a royal family.

"You did this to seek justice for your race. Then can you tell me how much justice you destroyed in the process."

Xian Qing still didn't show any unnecessary expressions. He was reduced from a royal family to a slave. He climbed to the top step by step in the enemy's territory and faced countless desperate situations. He was on the verge of death and countless. Surviving in the murderous environment, in

Growing up in conspiracies and intrigues. If you can't protect yourself, how can you care about others.

Yes, he has plotted against many people. But this is the struggle for power. If he doesn't plot against those people, sooner or later those people will plot against him.

Sometimes if you want to defeat a perfect opponent, you have to look for weaknesses in his side. It is normal to implicate innocent people.

Sometimes he even takes advantage of some outsiders and makes them fall into the abyss. It is very unethical. His secret methods are enough to make him despised by the world, but if he is looking for a life in death, he has no time to care whether his hands are clean.

Yes, he embarked on this path, and he had no reason to regret. He persisted in his obsession and wanted to avenge himself. In the process, he planted countless seeds of hatred.

But he is different from those who claim to be noble. He understands the power of hatred, because it is hatred that has supported him to this point. Therefore, he generally does not leave any flames, because he is afraid that it will one day start a prairie fire.

How ironic that he was fighting for justice, but he stepped on justice along the way.

"That's okay." Si Xin observed his expression carefully, but didn't catch a single flaw. He chuckled, his voice soft and ethereal. "It's not you who are wrong, it's not them who are wrong, it's this era that's wrong.

.”

In fact, they are all victims, aren't they?

In this era of excess spiritual energy, everyone should have the right to practice, but some people want to stand above others. In this peaceful era, people should live and work in peace and contentment, but some people want to rule others.

In this era, the struggle between people has just turned into a struggle between groups. This is more dangerous, isn't it? If it is just between people, one person is oppressed by another person,

still have the ability to resist, between groups. When one person controls a group, when a group

When facing a person, does that person still have the ability to resist?

Just like in the story of the Ghost Training Camp, a battle of two thousand people turned into a battle between two people who each controlled more than nine hundred and ninety people. The outcome was just more casualties, larger areas of destruction, and an extra thousand and ninety people.

Hundreds of puppets.

This world has long been eroded by darkness. The person standing here today is not Xian Qing, but someone else.

Xin Xin smiled slightly. Countless people have already been dragged into the abyss. Those who guard the weak warmth must be more evil than the evil people in order to maintain their position. Or they may be like him, huddled in a world, pretending not to know anything.

Do nothing and wait for the light to come inexplicably.

"Stop it." Xin Xin sighed softly, but his eyes were cold. "The opportunity to surrender your whole body and be followed by someone is rare in your life."

"I'm going to succeed." Xian Qing said every word, extremely coldly.

Xin Xin looked at Xian Qing thoughtfully and took a sip of tea. Time seemed to go back a hundred years ago.

At that time, he was just an ordinary person with no cultivation. His biggest dream was to be able to walk around the world with a sword like those monks.

That day, he made a cup of tea and sat in the mansion like this. Then he smelled the smell of blood. As a result, the child's curiosity made him rush to a desolate courtyard in search of the smell of blood.

Overgrown with weeds, dilapidated and desolate.

The smell of blood became stronger, and the fishy smell lingered. It was not difficult to imagine what terrible things had happened. But at that time, he was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. He didn't even have a trace of fear and walked in without hesitation.

Then the root cause was determined - a young boy dressed in white and wearing snow.

He was lying in the grass, his eyebrows were clear, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he looked like an immortal, and he was incompatible with such an environment.

The ground around him was stained with large swaths of scarlet blood, which was shocking. But his clothes were as white as snow and not stained with any blood.

He was lying on the ground with his eyes closed. His legs were stretched out horizontally, hanging down in a strange and weak arc, revealing a section of white bones. The funny thing was that there was no trace of blood. It had obviously been treated.

Such a tragic direct impact did not scare him at that time. Not only that, he ran forward, curiously explored, and casually asked the obviously dangerous young man, "Is he dead?"

Then the young man raised his head and glanced at him. He could never forget that look, which was unapproachable, arrogant and dignified, and vaguely revealed a chill. Looking into his eyes, it was as if he were staring into the endless abyss, without any emotion exposed.

Even in this embarrassing situation, he was still cold and noble, with only one word written in his eyes. "Get out!"

At that time, he suddenly had a spur-of-the-moment idea. It was obviously an innocent and naive child.

Instead, he made such a harsh request. "You are going to die. Otherwise, I will save you if you ask me."

What happened next? Later, the young man just looked at him coldly. He felt a condescending, arrogant and lonely attitude. At that time, he was frightened, and was replaced by anger.

A disabled man who could not move actually scared him. Not only did he not realize the danger, but he stepped on the man's hand, crushing his finger bones deeply, but the young man's expression did not change at all and was only cold and cold.

Later? Later, he helped him inexplicably. I couldn't figure it out at the time, but now that I think about it, it seems that the other party tugged his thin lips, revealing a cold-blooded arc, and then he only had to follow the instructions. It was a hint.

But at the beginning, he didn't realize the danger this man was in, and when the man asked him to take him to the fairy world to repay his life-saving grace, he gave a positive answer.

Do you think it was hard for him to be a landlord back then? It tasted good, tasted good, and he wouldn't be targeted. Why did he just want to get into troubled waters on a whim?

Now that a hundred years have passed, that cold and noble young man has gradually reached where he is today. How come his many years of hard work are going to bear fruit, and he is going to succeed. What can happen after that?

Xin Xin's eyebrows were complicated. "Are you really not going to take a look at what you really want deep down in your heart?"

"It's not necessary. The effect of your food is no different from the picture of all living beings in the floating world." Xian Qing squinted his eyes lazily and said casually. He knew what he wanted, but he had come this far. Looking back was too much.

Ridiculous.

That man had a good heart and a good heart, but why couldn't he avoid that battle? How many lives had been ruined and scattered, who could he show his kindness to?

It’s ridiculous that that person told me that he would let go of his obsessions, and he would no longer be confused after enlightenment. How could he write off the burning fire in the Temple of Beasts?!

Xin Xin knew that there was no point in trying to persuade him. It seemed that one person was not enough to shake the sense of responsibility of that race.

He saw the Picture of All Beings in the Floating World! Did the person who told him that he showed him the Picture of All Living Beings in the Floating World do it to remind him that it would be useless to stop him? Yes, there is no need for him to retreat, after all, his identity as the Immortal Master has been predetermined

Well. It seems that the gears of fate have already started. It’s too late and there’s no point.

"Don't say this nonsense. There is a big difference in nature. My dish is to let you see what you want to see in your heart, and the picture of all living beings in the floating world is to let you see what the other person wants you to see."

." Xin Xin regained his playful smile.

"If you have time, come and play often!"

"Will do."

"Okay. If you and the vase fight to the death, remember to ask the little girl to come over and tell me. I will definitely celebrate it."
Chapter completed!