He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear what this woman would say.

"I still have the chance to disrupt the situation in Yong State. In Jing State, whether it succeeds or not, I will die." There seemed to be thousands of ripples in Meiyue's eyes, and no matter how close I looked, there were waves: "Although I was born as a chess piece, and only had value when winning the chess game. But this chess piece also wanted to live to welcome the victory."

"People are not chess pieces, and their value should not be valued only in the victory." Fu Huan's voice was warm: "After this incident, you might as well stay in Li for a while and experience the scenery here."

This is a person who can say "people are not chess pieces" and then cut off Liu Yanzhao's two fingers. Mei Yue thought.

She smiled like a flower: "It will definitely be."

Fu Huan actually wants to ask-

Will Jiang Wang really look for you?

But I feel that there is no need to ask.

The name Meiyue alone has the value of cooperation.

...

...

Yuetiannu walked in the bamboo forest, stepping on dead branches and leaves, listening to the rustling Zen sound.

Her bronze color has long been confused with popularity.

Usually, it looks like brass-colored skin, flesh and blood, no different from ordinary people.

At some point, she stopped and looked up at the front of her. There was a pretty woman standing on the treetops. She was not wearing much clothes and showed her proud figure. Her jade-colored arms were wrapped around black arm rings.

This woman would give her a bit of familiarity, perhaps because of the ubiquitous charm.

But she understood that the moon is the moon, and the moon is the moon.

"Why are you visiting?" Yue Tiannu asked.

The woman, known as the "Northern Rose", was not in a hurry to give the other party an answer, but stepped on the branches, with gentle steps, and was as if she was tangled with a snake in the tree.

"There are guests?" she asked.

"Yes." Yue Tiannu said concisely.

She didn't want to say much, but Bian Qian was very interested in talking.

"Gui'an is widely spread all over the world, and there are few visitors in the crescent forest." She laughed softly, her voice gradually becoming solemn: "I smell the feeling of a strong man... very strong."

What she smelled was not a breath, but a feeling!

She has innate talent, and her strength cannot be an obscure answer. She only obeys spiritual guidance.

And spirituality at this moment had endless fear for her.

Yue Tiannu looked at her: "It's indeed a very powerful guest, and he has already been painted."

There was only one sentence at the first seat of Miaoyou Zhai Hall, and Bian Gong's curiosity came to an abrupt end.

Master Yuankong’s paintings are separated from all secrets, not because she can greed for smelling.
Chapter completed!