"Do you hate me?" Seeing that Yingmeng didn't speak for a long time, Xian Qing asked this question out of some unknown state of mind.

This time he didn't read Yingmeng's memory, he wanted to hear Yingmeng say this.

Yingmeng paused slightly, raised his eyebrows, analyzed and thought for a while, and gave a calm and unhurried answer.

"No, because no matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, no matter whether your behavior is good or bad, it should not be evaluated by me.

Everyone has only one purpose in living in this world, and that is to win, or to minimize losses when losing. When your purpose is to make a profit, you can defy the world after a lot of trouble. If you win

That's your ability. If you lose, it's your own mistake. There's nothing to say.

If I must say it, it is just a rational choice made by rational people for themselves. There is nothing to judge. The moment you make a judgment, you are wrong, because what people care about is how to maximize their interests. It is like losing

A battle can allow you to win a war, how would you choose? What I mean by winning or losing is whether it is successful or not, whether it achieves the goal you want to achieve. In fact, everyone is only responsible for their own part, and the final result must not be

Are you not responsible for everyone?

From the beginning, I didn’t have any expectations or moral demands for you. After all, it was too naive and inconsistent. So how could I have the right to hate? If I had a different perspective, I might have done even worse."

Upon hearing this reasonable reply, Xian Qing's lips curled up slightly in a mocking arc.

I don’t hate it...it was indeed taught by him in the future, that’s great.

Yingmeng seemed to realize that her answer was inappropriate, but if she were an outsider, she did think so, at least intellectually.

The two of them probably didn't know what to say. There was no communication between the two, and the false smiles on their faces formed a sharp contrast with the silent room.

"You went astray, didn't you?" After a while, Yingmeng lazily squinted his eyes, chuckled in an unserious manner, and stiffly changed the subject. "Haha, you meant that I was profitable before, right? Sorry,

I don’t see any benefit from choosing to replace you, can you please clarify?”

"This is my era, and my actions can directly change the future. You can set the conditions as you like." Xian Qing answered Ying Meng's words with a gentle tone, as if nothing happened just now. "Be happy.

, now it’s my turn to beg you.”

Ying Meng rolled her eyes hard, it was as casual as ever but it gave people an unnatural feeling.

That's not the case now

Not optimistic, he said that he had begged for help. Xian Qing said this just to make her happy. It seemed that he wanted her to make some decisions that would benefit him in order to make her feel better, but in fact there was no need at all.

Because Yingmeng knows the best solution to the current situation, his previous lack of cooperation was just due to his emotions.

She vaguely knew in her heart that she could not break free. This was what her strong desire to be free and the desperate reality told her - no one can be completely free.

Under this intense and long depression, another thought vaguely appeared in her heart - I hope everything will end soon. Even if it ends, it means that some things may disappear forever, and some things will never go back to the past.

This might mean giving up on herself, but some things had to happen and she couldn't avoid it. If she died early and died later, would she be able to bear less pain if she died early and was reborn?

Excluding emotional factors, two people cannot get out. Sacrificing one of them can give the other a chance to leave. Choosing to let that person out and minimize the loss is the wisest choice. What's more, this is for Shi Wushuang,

Therefore, as the unparalleled person in the world, she naturally cannot leave. The result of who can guarantee the greatest success rate at the sacrifice has also come out. The best result of this question has been found.

Xian Qing didn't know what his motives were, but he offered her another chance to make a fortune. How could he not accept it?

"Okay, if you can't remember, take notes." Yingmeng smiled slightly, with a look like you have today, which was no different from her usual style.

Xian Qing was very dignified and did not refute. He directly took out the bamboo slips and signaled Ying Meng to start.

Yingmeng thought about it seriously. If she could change the future to a certain extent, what changes would she hope to have... To be honest, she had not thought about this question, but considering her many complaints about her childhood, she would not be able to live without saying anything.

.

Is there anything in the future that can improve the quality of my life? To get myself out of the situation? It’s a bit fanciful, but given Xianqing’s character, I’m afraid...

"I want a pure white childhood."

With the same request, Yingmeng's inner thought when she said this was to have a well-protected childhood where she didn't have to worry about intrigues. It would be best if she could be pampered to the point of being lawless and fearless. Just like the kind of child who is overly pampered.

Children of aristocratic families, it's best to make those old antiques angry to death.

Xianqing said "hmm" and wrote on the bamboo slip, "Live a simple life as much as possible, and all objects are white."

Yingmeng raised her eyebrows. How could she agree so easily without bargaining? Then...then she could say a few more words?

"I want

Eat all the delicacies in the fairy world, and I don’t want to pay for it.”

Xian Qing thought for a moment. "How many people? How many top chefs will there be in the future? How many delicacies?"

Yingmeng tilted her head. "How do I know?! This is your problem. I'm just giving advice, you have to find a solution." Oh, this feels so comfortable, this feeling of just giving orders without thinking about feasibility, it's too

Feeling comfortable.

Xian Qing recorded it on a bamboo slip. "The frequency of changing chefs should be high, and it is best to let her be self-sufficient."

I don’t know if it’s a bit ironic to think that Yingmeng’s biggest complaint about Qingming Immortal Palace in the future is the useless cook.

After adding a few more requests, Yingmeng suddenly realized that there were so many things that could be changed in the future. She actually wanted to add one that could kill Sheng Yuan and escape unscathed, but she felt that young people still need to have some self-awareness.

"I also need to have some strength. You have to find a way. I want to have IQ, strength, talent, and proficiency in as many things as possible before I am nineteen years old." The film dreamed of the starting point of all his tragedies and became extremely unhappy. Every time

Recalling that she was stupid enough to be plotted by a group of old antiques, she wanted to go back and give her past self a few hard slaps. "It's best to challenge those old monsters who have lived for a long time and not be at a disadvantage."

Xian Qing wrote on the bamboo slips: "Don't fall behind in learning and training. To surpass your peers, you need a systematic plan."

I don’t know what Xiaoyingmeng is thinking in the future, who has been complaining about the intensity of training and the pressure in life.

Ying Meng continues to think hard about what she can improve in the future. She feels that there are more things in her good life...such as Mo Xuan, that's right.

"One more thing, this is very important! Don't pick up some messy dogs and bring them home."

Xian Qing's writing paused, and there was an inexplicable warmth in his cold expression.

Yingmeng glared back fiercely. "?! Didn't you say that you can make requests casually?"

The offended Xian Qing's long eyelashes trembled, but she was really surprised and didn't say anything, silently writing, "Stay single."

Then Yingmeng, who was carried away with his enthusiasm, made a lot of requests, but the two of them seemed to never communicate on the same channel.

In the end, Ying Meng really couldn't think of anything else to add, and the bamboo slips in Xian Qing's hand also reached a certain shocking length.

"One last thing..."
Chapter completed!