Xian Qing looked at the wet book without much change on the surface. It seemed to be light and windy, but in fact it was stormy.

Ying Meng felt the sudden drop in temperature around her and looked at the book soaked in water at the side... Haha, is it more important to books or not enough camouflage skills. No matter which one it is, it makes her... ridiculous, it has always been like this, why...

Xian Qing carefully put Shu aside, then picked up Yingmeng and hit the ground. The voice was silent, the corners of his lips curled, but there was no warmth. "You are always like this, self-righteous, and your eyes are covered by your desires, prejudice, and worries. Gradually, you are bound to be unsociable and deserve to stand in a dark corner."

"Indeed." Yingmeng knew that he was angry. As expected, books in the past and future will always be his true love. She admitted that her motive was to be idle and want to have a fight, but when he was really angry, he felt a little uncomfortable. "My eyes are just tools. They exist to help me get what I want, and the price to use it is to focus on one direction and thus not see anything else."

"When you encounter a crisis and find there is no way out, you will regret not seeing the situation clearly." Xian Qing's tone was filled with darkness and silence, and his expression was cold and disgusted with the world. This may be the real him. He was not disguised, and he seemed to be angry.

"Is that so? Fortunately, I only saw one direction. So there is no way in this direction. If I look at other directions, I will find that I still have many opportunities to see it. So at that time, I have to stop and take a closer look and that situation will not happen."

"You can't tell yourself to stop your desires and stop thinking about what you wanted before, and then change directions."

Yingmeng could clearly feel the bone-bone chill and replied calmly and confidently. "That's just you. My Tao is to tolerate all Taos."

"Sincere?" Xian Qing knew what Yingmeng cares about the most. Isn't it just that she lives in control all her life?

"Is it the control of environmental factors or it's true? In the end, isn't it what I think in my heart now?" Ying Meng also smiled, but the smile was stained with a little darkness. "At least this can help me, approach my goal, and let me move towards my goal and not deviate. Isn't this what you want?"

Everyone has a switch, and this sentence obviously hits Yingmeng's switch.

Control, chess pieces, how many people died because they were, and in the eyes of those superiors

It's insignificant. Can't she stop, or is there anyone who doesn't let her stop? There is no way out, or is every road that can be taken to be considered dead? It's not sociable, or is it anyone who may affect her pawn removed?

They are all too young now. Knowing each other, they naturally know where to start the most painful thing, but is winning really a win?

Language violence is very cruel and unreasonable. Yingmeng has had enough cold eyes and ridicule, and even responds to it with a very fearful state of horror. She is very clear about that power, so she does not choose to mention the extermination of the beast world.

After looking at each other for half a minute, neither of them spoke.

"Kill him." A familiar and bewitching voice sounded in Yingmeng's ears. "Isn't it okay to kill him? If he doesn't exist, you are not a pawn. You won't have the desire to go out of the fairy world and fundamentally cut off all sources. Believe me, let alone do it. No one can stop you."

Yingmeng licked her lips, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and there was already a sword shadow between the index finger and ring finger of her left hand.

She slowly raised her left hand, but her wrist was pressed by her right hand, and she didn't take action. "I'm so beautiful, why don't you do it?"

The voice of seduction sounded here. "I am you."

"Then is it important to who can move between us?" Ying Meng was in a very bad mood. Even though she realized the extreme danger of the bewitching voice, she still retorted without hesitation. This was the first time he resisted and tried to talk to the voice in an equal manner. "Ha, you will still hide in the sea of ​​consciousness and be free. I am you, so why do you want to encourage me to do something? Isn't it more convenient for you to do it yourself?

We all have emotions, but it is too ridiculous for it to lead the nose. Let me tell you that the reason why you refuse to do it yourself is that you are a child who has never grown up. You don’t care about the consequences of doing things, but you are unwilling to take responsibility. When you do something you do yourself, when you can predict the consequences of your behavior, you will be affected if the bad results occur. So let me do it, because you have to take responsibility for the former, while you can shirk responsibility and convince yourself. How ridiculous and sad."

"I know you are angry, but it doesn't mean to move your anger to me." The voice stopped and probably didn't expect it to be refuted. It was not as smooth as before. It paused. "I'm doing your own good. If he doesn't disappear, then you will be the one who will disappear in the near future. At that time, not many people will remember you. As the existence of sin and corruption, the traces of your existence will be completely.

Being completely wiped out and forgotten. You know that they have this strength, just like these aristocratic families were once glorious, and in the end they didn’t even leave any traces.”

"For my goodness? Kill him for my goodness." Yingmeng's eyes slowly became complicated and deep, as if there was an indelible sadness intertwined, like the boundless deep sea at midnight, causing people to sink. "Then why don't you do it? When you do this through me, I was sober, that is, I have a way to avoid it, but I didn't, so you can transfer the responsibility.

But I have to bear the guilt. I can't take responsibility because I want to avoid it, but I can't shirk responsibility because it could have been avoided. Don't say anything for me. You understand this, so you want me to do it."

The voice sighed, and his tone was filled with sighs. "Okay, very good. If you can convince yourself, just do this. I am you, how could I harm you? Why, don't you understand yourself yet? Believe me, killing him will only benefit you."

"I'm very angry with him, but isn't his temper like this?" A cold light flashed in Yingmeng's eyes. "I don't have to kill him for this. In addition, even if I kill him, can the cake you drew achieve it?"

The bewitching voice sensed the entanglement in Yingmeng's tone and the logic that was not tight at all, and even showed a hint of yearning. The sound softened, like inducing a child in confusion.

"Yes. I know what you are worried about. You are afraid that you will not be able to escape the fate of the chess piece in the end because others are staring at it. But have you ever thought, what if you become him? Kill him and stand in that absolutely bright position instead of him. This is a great opportunity!

What I send you back is your talent. With me here, no one can pull you back. You are at the same level as him now. Oh, no, in this situation, you are much better than him. Do you think you can't gain a foothold in the fairy world? How great. This is a trial that allows dead people. Are you the world Wushuang? No, you replaced the world Wushuang. World Wushuang is just a name, and Xian Qing is just a name. Think about it, as long as you take action, you will no longer be a chess piece, but a layup."

The force of the right hand slowly disappeared, and the left hand slowly raised. This time Yingmeng did not resist, but said gently with an sigh: "It sounds so nice. It turns out that killing him has so many benefits. But I can't do anything like a waste. I'm about to miss a great opportunity, so I can only ask the person who is good for me to do it for me.
Chapter completed!