Yingmeng leaned in the corner, looking at the straight and clear back with resentment on his face, and blinked lightly.

She has tasted enough of what it means to be thankless, what it means to be ungrateful, and what it means to kill a donkey with a sense of urgency.

As soon as she finished her work and it was no longer useful, she was kicked into a corner because she was considered a hindrance.

She felt a sour taste in her mouth when she saw the group of Yin corpses she had finally repaired worshiping Xian Qing and shouting loudly about His Highness' mercy.

Really, that person just stood there, watching her work hard to think of various ways.

Although he was covered in stains, the other person was spotless. In the end, the person he saved was the one he was grateful to.

Hug your helpless, weak self.

They are really an evil privileged class. Just because they have royal blood, everyone must worship them? However, this seems to be the case in the beast world.

Yingmeng chuckled. She couldn't understand that there must be many such forbidden areas in the beast world.

Moreover, these monsters are not weak, and they surrender to their royal family unconditionally. As the last member of the royal family, Xian Qing can find a way to release all these monsters.

At that time, even if you can't compete with the immortal world and can't stand up from the mountain, you can still live in peace and hide in a deep mountain and live a life without fighting against the world.

Why do some people want to stay when they can escape from such a life?

Yingmeng doesn't understand, is power so tempting? It's so tempting that people are willing to stay in this dark world. Obviously you are so lucky and have the opportunity to leave, why not?

Yingmeng slowly evoked an evil smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes. On the other hand, she always wanted to escape from this era, always wanted to hide in a place and live peacefully. Even if she was a beggar, as long as she was with her friends

There's nothing wrong with them being together and fighting every day. But she doesn't have that right, and instead bears the lives of her friends. At this point, she can only live with hatred.

Xian Qing kept saying that he wanted power for revenge, why did she only see obsession? Xian Qing didn't want revenge at all. He wanted revenge, released all the monsters in the forbidden area, and formed an army to negotiate terms with others.

, to throw dirty water into the fairy world. With his IQ, as long as he reaches an agreement with the ghost training camp, he will not do too badly.

Why did he insist on competing for the position of Immortal Lord?

Why did he insist on stepping on those people's heads?

Apart from obsession, Ying has no other reason for dreaming.

Obsession - the most irrational and unreasonable thing. It is like the poppy flower, knowing that there are

It is harmful but makes people willing to sink. Even if it makes you miserable, you will still pursue it at all costs, just for the moment of paradise when your obsession is achieved.

Watching Xian Qing return a group of infernal corpses to their coffins one by one, Ying Meng sighed.

This is the real master. Killing everything instantly is nothing. The real power is to convince others without even fighting. Although this depends on bloodline.

Yingmeng patted the dust off his body and walked towards Xianqing in a swagger. Unexpectedly, Xianqing took a few steps back and threatened Yingmeng not to come near with his eyes.

Ying Meng looked at the blood all over his body and knew what Xian Qing disliked.

Isn't that too much? Who did she become like this for? Sure enough, shit is the same everywhere. It can be seen that there is a reason why she has not had a girlfriend for thousands of years.

A hint of evil flashed in Ying Meng's eyes, and she narrowed the distance between the two. She was still smiling, with picturesque eyebrows, and her tone was unrestrained complaining. "Brother Qing, you are so fierce."

Xian Qing continued to distance himself expressionlessly, and his disgusted expression almost made Ying Meng not be able to hold back and tell him that there was actually the saliva of the spirit beast in his cuffs. However, in order to ensure his own personal safety and to be able to get out of this life alive,

At the mausoleum, Yingmeng thought it was okay to let him go.

Xian Qing waved his hand, indicating not to talk about it anymore, she wouldn't come close, and then rolled his eyes. "You see, I have done so much work, and it is hard work without credit. I wonder if you can reward me. Request

Not too high, just like the so-called imperial s in this mausoleum."

Xian Qing saw that the crisis was over and there were no outsiders here, so he did not pretend to be cold and noble, and directly gave Ying Meng a contemptuous look. "Emperor's , what do you think the most precious thing will be for a person before death?"

Ying Meng pursed her lips, and she heard what Xian Qing meant: What a dying person cares about most must be the most meaningful thing in his life. It might be a piece of cloth, a book, or a painting.

Yingmeng thought that what he was holding before his death was probably a bag of snow candies. The meaning was that even if I died, I couldn't let others eat it.

But as an emperor, he shouldn't be so naive. She doesn't believe that the so-called emperor's s can be so mediocre. As an emperor, how can he be so selfish? He must have left some s for his descendants that can make a comeback.

.It must be the stingy nature of the dog that makes him want to exploit migrant workers without paying wages.

Seeing Ying Meng looking at him with resentment, Xian Qing smiled softly. "One of my ancestors liked wood very much. You might be able to find a piece of rotten wood."

Ying Meng had an exaggerated look of shock and heartbreak. "Why didn't you tell me before I started working? I worked so hard to carry you in and help you."

Do this and do that. I tell you Xian Qing, what you are doing is called exploiting minors. Believe it or not, the public opinion tomorrow will be unexpected. He actually used a bad check to defraud the trust of innocent girls!" As he said this, he shook his sleeves.

The minced meat looks like "die together".

Xian Qing calculated the distance between the two and the possibility of Ying Meng suddenly rushing towards him and avoiding it, and finally showed an elegant smile. "I have an ancestor who is a wizard of formations."

Yingmeng took a step forward to close the distance between the two. She has been tricked by Xian Qing so many times, so she must learn a lesson. "Don't draw such empty promises. I want you to promise that you will use the formation."

Find out the manuscript and the craftsmanship for making the Inferi, otherwise your snow-white clothes may turn into the color of carrion!"

Xian Qing couldn't think of any good words for a moment. This was forcing him to dig his ancestral grave. After thinking about his relationship with his ancestors and the sadness of his clothes being stained, a flash of light flashed across his face.

Helpless, but also a hint of imperceptible pampering.

He just thinks that it is too wasteful to let the bright of a civilization never see the light of day. He does it for the sake of national justice, that's all.

"Okay, I, Xian Qing, will help you get what you want, but please also clean up the bed bugs you introduced."

Ying Meng knew that the other party had given in and was not arguing.

With Xianqing leading the way, the imperial mausoleum, which was originally full of crises, became like wandering around at home. The two walked side by side without saying a single unnecessary word.

If you encounter a creature that surrenders to Xian Qing, just step over it. If you have been imprisoned for a long time and become rebellious, you will be quickly dealt with by Ying Meng.

The two of them moved forward quickly.

Looking back suddenly under the ever-burning lamp, one glance catches each other's laughter or infatuation that they can't hide in time. Whether it is fate or disaster, it can only happen in a moment. Does anyone care?

Yingmeng's fingertips paused slightly, when did she become so naive? They are enemies. Now she really wants to deal with Xian Qing, there are more than 10,000 ways. Maybe in essence, she really doesn't want to deal with him.

Could Xian Qing's obsession with power be the same as his own obsession with hatred, both meaningless?

She suddenly felt a little tired again. She was a lazy person and yearned for a peaceful life. But she didn't dare to stop. It seemed that only running hard could keep her where she was.

Xian Qing's expression was as calm as ever, but his eyes were a little vacant, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After walking for a while, Xian Qing stopped and calmly looked back.
Chapter completed!