"Are you sure this is okay?" The curve of Ying Meng's thin lips mocked the darkness.

Can giving a command in the sea of ​​consciousness that makes others feel guilty really prevent a person from saying what he wants to say? There are many things in this world that make people feel guilty, but people who stop because of guilt

How many?

"If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself." Xian Qing's face was cold and indifferent, and he wiped his white fingertips with a strange tone. "Your talent is that you can learn other people's talents. According to calculations, the mentor's talent should be

Change your memory."

"I think so too." Ying Meng cooed twice, with a straight face and no expression. "However, a certain manufacturer may not have done any inspections when producing products. This talent is very magical and has its own ideas.

, sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes she’s inexplicable, and it just works. It just doesn’t work…”

"So the summary is that you can't do it." Xian Qing raised the corners of her lips.

"You can't do it! Your whole family..." Ying Meng's voice suddenly stopped as she touched upon the deeply hidden emotion of world-weariness, but she seemed unable to swallow the breath. "Your talent is directly linked to memory!

Isn’t it possible to develop and develop by taking drugs? In the future..."

"If you don't want to wait for the shopkeeper to come to you and ask you to compensate for the losses caused by the fight, it's time to leave now." Xian Qing didn't give any reaction, lowered his eyes slightly, and spoke coldly.

Yingmeng glanced at Ming Yue with some disappointment, a sweet smile appeared on her face, looking soft and cute. Her tone was very serious, like a studious student. "Are you sure you don't want to kill her?

?This method is the least labor-intensive, simplest and safest.”

"You have been thinking about killing people all day long. Is there something wrong in your mind?" Xian Qing looked at the innocent smile calmly, pinched Yingmeng's white face with both hands and pulled her face to both sides.

They were all stretched out of shape.

Yingmeng's heart was slightly touched, and she realized something. The indulgent and bright smile on her face disappeared in an instant, giving her an indifferent attitude.

She had a problem in her heart for a long time. But this is the way the world is. The more ruthless party is easier to win. There is no way. There is only one reaction when interests are involved. That era was an infinite jungle competition. The competition is not about working hard to get online.

, and there is no lower limit for who she is. She treats her as a human being, and her opponent does not, so the opponent will beat her into not being a human being.

The game of life and death and the cruel battlefield have long made her instinctively fight back against any possible threat. After all, the price of any hesitation is blood. The knives sharpened by society are all sharp, both for others and for themselves.

Same.

"You know what? For a quarter of a moment, I thought you were a kind person." Ying Meng jumped out of Xian Qing's arms, curled her lips, and her tone was one part interesting and two parts mocking.

"If I am kind, I

Die early." Xian Qing raised her dark and delicate eyebrows casually, and her eyelashes drooped in a cold arc.

Ying Meng looked at him calmly, strange emotions swirling silently in her eyes.

He looked like this, no one cared about him, no one cared about him, but his whole body was shining with light, making people unable to help but chase him. But who knew that there was a bottomless quagmire beneath the light.

It's really disgusting.

Yingmeng slowly fell into a trance, and the memories of the past gradually formed a picture.

She complained that she was just a pawn, but she had to admit that she had benefited.

She knows that only by continuously improving her strength can she gain a foothold in this world.

Just imagine what she would be like if she was not a chess piece, or even had any interaction with the chess game.

She is the emperor's favored daughter, gifted with extraordinary talent. She was born as a Nascent Soul at the age of three, and ascended to the throne at the age of five. This talent can be said to be a mere genius. At such a young age, she has reached a position that some people cannot reach in their entire lives.

But cultivation is not the same as strength, and she is far from the true peak.

Human will can only be sharpened when it encounters many obstacles. Once there are no obstacles, and one can get what he wants without any effort, and all personal desires are within reach, human will will become weak and weak.

If she had never met Yu Xianqing, how far could she go with her talent?

When Ying Meng glanced sideways, his eyes were full of calmness.

"No more pretending." Xian Qing calmly raised his eyes with an unpredictable expression. "It's a pity that your interests require you to listen to me. She can't die yet."

Their gazes converged in the air. There was something in Xian Qing's eyes that was too hot and dark. Apart from the initial hint of fear, the rest of Ying Meng's eyes were filled with sarcasm.

"Why?" Ying Meng's thin lips curled up in a lazy and cold arc. Power, identity, or something else? If you can't get out, there is no point.

"She will die, but we can't be the ones to do it." Xian Qing stared at the glint in Ying Meng's eyes, not knowing what he was observing.

"If we want to talk about benefits, I want to know how I benefited." Yingmeng moved his lips silently, and a gurgling sound came from deep in his throat, as if something was boiling. Xian Qing may be able to communicate with Ming Yue through

They seek wealth and power in the underworld through their relationship. But what about her? What good will it do to her if she doesn’t kill Ming Yue? On the contrary, her secrets may be exposed.

What harm would killing Ming Yue do to her? She does not belong to this era, not to mention that she does not believe that the underworld will go to war over a Ming Yue, but if they really want to trouble her, she does not believe that the ghost training camp will not care.

Leave this era. She doesn’t believe that she has left this era.

What else can the other side do? When the time comes, all the blame will be thrown to the talent training camp... It’s exciting to think about it.

"If you want to experience the racial secret of controlling death, please."

Noticing the flash of red light in Ying Meng's eyes, Xian Qing added: "People like us don't live for ourselves."

Yingmeng tilted her head, her red eyes turning roundly. Finally, she put down her hand indifferently, showing a silly smile as if the danger just now was just an illusion.

"It's time to go." Xian Qingfeng glanced at the flames flickering in her eyes lightly.

Flame is a symbol of contradiction. It always carries warmth and hope on one side, but contains destruction and pain on the other side. While it illuminates everything, it must also devour everything because of its own existence.

Xian Qing paused for a moment with his fingertips, then turned around calmly and threw a porcelain bottle to Ying Meng.

Ying Meng smelled the smell on the cork, and her pupils dilated slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Medicine. You should need it." Xian Qing's attitude was indifferent, as if he just threw a useless object casually.

Ying Meng was silent for a moment. "Why?" You must know that he was the one who advised her not to take drugs. Did he... see anything?

Xian Qing: "I just don't want to collect the body for you."

"Thank you." Yingmeng's eyes were dark and unclear. "Also, do you know that if you change your words, you can make others more moved?"

"I don't even bother to use this kind of trick on you."

So far, no one had spoken, and the air seemed extremely quiet for a while.

Shadow Dream: "Thank you."

Xian Qing: "You have already said it."

Yingmeng: "This sentence is owed to you. To be precise, it is owed to you in the future." It should be considered as payment in advance for the care from childhood to adulthood, even if this care is mixed with other things.

Xian Qing stopped at some point and raised his head slightly. The sunlight reflected the dark eyes, like the stormy sky above. "That's really cheap."

Yingmeng frowned, why was he in a bad mood again? This man's mood was really more unpredictable than the weather, but he kept a noble and cold face all day long and no one knew what he was thinking.

"You know, I will obey you unconditionally in the future."

Xian Qing sneered lowly, his voice was very light. "I don't do it willingly."
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