Showing goodwill to those three weaker countries was not favored by the Moro Ship King.
Only Fengguo is the best choice.
No need to communicate too much.
The powerful forces unite, use their armies to divide the slaves, and then the weak eat the strong, and each engulfs the other three countries according to their own abilities, and finally engages in a dragon-tiger fight.
Whose surname in the world will be revealed soon?
The key is whether Feng Ruohen wants to make this balanced world situation chaotic.
There have been small disturbances on the border between the West Coast and Nusha over the years. The two countries disdain each other, but because fighting is not worth the gain, they can only suppress it.
Wait for a moment of opportunity.
At this moment, it is up to Feng Ruohen to decide.
After Qin'er finished speaking, the handsome man across from him curled up his lips slightly and smiled with satisfaction.
The woman felt heavy, lowered her head and knitted her brows, as if she had thought of something troubling.
Feng Ruohen was completely unaware, with a scheming look on his face and a sporadic smile in his eyes.
The world now is under his control.
"Will you join forces with the Ship King?" she asked softly, but what came to her mind was the devastation of life and the raging war.
He didn't answer, but asked, "You didn't ask if you guessed correctly?"
"There is nothing I want for the moment. If I get the answer right, can you let me off the boat?" Guessing the mind is not Helan Qin'er's strong point, let alone Feng Ruohen's mind?
She hoped that she had guessed wrong. Anyway, she was not a minister in the court, and she would not be punished if she made a mistake. If he and the Ship King joined forces and the world was in chaos, where would she be?
Maybe... Qin'er looked at Feng Ruohen and thought that she could no longer go anywhere except by his side.
At that moment, she wanted to be free.
"Here in the wild mountains, there is no place for the boat to dock." Unable to let her off the boat, he placed the empty golden cup on the table and rubbed the rim of the cup with his long fingers, as if thinking.
He spoke slowly, "The Silver Sand Sea is the Ship King's sphere of influence. If you leave there, I won't worry."
He always spoke very softly, and so did his voice.
No matter how beautiful words he said, they always made people feel cold.
Therefore, Qin'er has never been able to grasp Feng Ruohen's thoughts. She doesn't know whether he is joking or serious.
After being stunned for a moment, he simply said vaguely, "I can't tell that you care about me so much."