There was a lot of pity in his heart. He stared at the chapped lips carefully, bent down, and gently stroked her hair. She still didn't move at all, and her whole body was like an empty shell without a soul. For a moment, he suddenly felt

A terrible thought came to her: Maybe, she really has never done evil or harmed anyone. She is so small and weak, how can she harm others?

"Fangfei, if you hadn't harmed Concubine Zuo Shu..." Thinking of Concubine Zuo Shu's cry and his dead flesh and blood, his heart that had just softened hardened again, "Fangfei, I really didn't expect that you would actually

Dare to do something poisonous..."

She didn't seem to hear him, her little body curled up.

"Sigh... It's useless to talk about this now. Fang Fei, I'll leave these things for you, you can eat them if you want..."

She then opened her eyes, glanced at the basket, and laughed miserably, "Luojia, this is his usual hypocrisy. He thought he was just like when he was a child, hitting himself, making fun of himself, and then threw a pastry and an apple on the ground.

Will I be grateful to him? But this time, it’s a life!

A pastry is a life. He actually wanted to exchange gratitude for his death. Is he being too hypocritical?

He may have seen this in her eyes, the faint sarcasm, the curled up little body, and he could still see the undulating curves of the girl under the snow-white gauze. Only then did he realize that she was also like Concubine Zuo Shu

’s age! It’s just that I have always regarded her as a child, a little child out of habit.

He quickly looked away. He looked like a villain, a hypocritical villain.

He left in a hurry and reached the door, but stopped again. Still unwilling to give up, he asked in a deep voice: "Fang Fei, was it you who killed Concubine Zuo Shu?"

She was tired and bored, and she was not willing to answer such boring questions. Yes or no. What did he want to prove? In the end, he still wanted to be a "pure little lamb?" He was afraid that his hands would be stained with blood.

, even if they are burned to death, are they not worthy of worshiping their great god?

She felt a little happy suddenly, and shook her head slightly, no, I won't tell him. Since telling him or not would lead to death, why did she want him to feel at ease?
Chapter completed!