Not to mention that Zhao Fu also nominally obtained national military power...

This also means too many things. Even if Zhao Fu doesn't think about it, it's hard to guarantee that others won't think about it for him. When Zhao Fu doesn't take it, he has to choose it if he doesn't.

Zhao Fu was also puzzled for a while and understood the meaning of the eyes that everyone cast at him. It was very simple. Everyone had their own small calculations. Lin Haoyan's death will trigger a series of events, and the world will become very chaotic. Once the chaotic world comes, it may be a disaster for ordinary people, but for those who stand on the top, it is a great opportunity to reshuffle.

Faced with such a god-given opportunity, no one was willing to let go of this rare opportunity in a thousand years. Others were watching Zhao Fu, and Zhao Fu was also watching them. What scared Zhao Fu was that he saw the fanaticism in Feng Yu, who had always been known for his steadiness. Feng Yu was like this, not to mention others, even Xia Yingyang's snoring sound became unusual.

At this time, the only one who keeps calm is Zheng Yuan. He doesn't have too many thoughts. When everyone is so hot, he still maintains absolute peace in his heart. Zheng Yuan doesn't need to think about these things, he just needs to wait patiently and quietly. Zhao Fu's thoughts are his thoughts.

Zhao Fu told a joke that was not funny, so it was normal for no one to be amused by him. Zhao Fu had to smile awkwardly.

"I will think about it seriously." Zhao Fu did not give his answer immediately, and suddenly asked him to make such a large choice. He really needed to think carefully.

Lanting's stars are very big and close, but some people have gone away forever. The last time she sat on the city wall, she was still with Xu Lingling, but now the two have long been separated. I don't know how each other is doing. Will the work of the Holy Church be very tiring? Will she miss herself? Zhao Fu thought so.

Sitting on the chilly bricks with his butt, Zhao Fu felt once again at a loss.

I have been in this world for a long time, and I have been accustomed to it, both in food and accommodation. He wears the same clothes and speaks the same language, and there should be no difference, but he always feels lonely.

Lin Haoyan died just like that, and Zhao Fu suddenly thought about why life was so mysterious. He pulled out a dagger and gently cut his wrist. The cold, sharp blade streaked across his skin, which was a kind of sharpness called cutting, and he wanted to divide his skin.

The bright red blood quickly became dim in the night sky, perfectly blending into the night color.

For Zhao Fu, Lin Haoyan is an extremely special existence. Just like Lin Haoyan’s inexplicable trust in him, Zhao Fu also trusts Lin Haoyan, and the two are confidants. This is why Lin Haoyan dared to delegate power to Zhao Fu so much, and Zhao Fu also recognized Lin Haoyan’s status.

Lin Haoyan is one of the rare things to think seriously and can really understand some of the thoughts brought by Zhao Fu. This is not an easy task. This is a confrontation between two types of civilization consciousness and a backflow of different periods of time.

It’s like when you’re eating at home, suddenly someone pops up and tells you that eating is an unhealthy behavior. We should improve our cell structure and bask in the sun every day when we’re hungry. You may think he is a lunatic, but it’s really possible that such technology will really appear on a day in the future.

Zhao Fu is the madman, and Lin Haoyan is the one who is eating.

"Ah, sir, you are here!" At this time, Zhao Qian trotted over. He was startled when he saw the knife in Zhao Fu's hand and his cut wrist.

"It's okay." Zhao Fu stopped Zhao Qian from calling for someone. He controlled his self-healing system and quickly stopped the blood.

This is just a minor injury to Zhao Fu.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Zhao Qian couldn't help but ask curiously. No matter how you look at Zhao Fu, he doesn't look like the kind of person who tends to be self-abuse.

"I was thinking about the meaning of life and death, so I wanted to try it." Zhao Fu shook his head. Now he thought that he was really stupid to do this, and he laughed himself.

How many people are pursuing the so-called true meaning of life, how many people want to unveil the veil of death, but no one has succeeded so far. This is a huge project that may take a lifetime to think about.

"Oh, that's it!" Zhao Qian nodded. This is indeed not a topic that ordinary people can think of.

"You..." Zhao Fu watched Zhao Qian take out a dagger as he looked.

"Hehehe." Zhao Qian made up a lot of determination before he cut a shallow scratch on his wrist. Although it hurts, he still smiled at Zhao Fu.

"Why are you?" Zhao Fu tore off his clothes and wanted to bandage him the wound, but was rejected by Zhao Qian.

Pain may help people think, and Zhao Qian doesn't mind it. He also practices martial arts and is not a spoiled second-generation child. This wound does not cause any burden on his body.

"I have something to say to the sir." Zhao Qian also imitated Zhao Fu, forced a lot of blood to flow down the night. Then his wounds were slowly healing, but not as fast as Zhao Fu.

"Hmm?" Zhao Fu hummed lightly.

"I don't know anything about the Zhao family in the imperial capital." Zhao Qian said: "Although you may not believe it, I really don't know it, otherwise..."

Zhao Qian originally wanted to say that otherwise Lin Haoyan might not have died. But he still resigned in time. The Zhao family's plan could not escape Lin Haoyan. Even if Lin Haoyan did not die, he would be swept out of the card game. He could not do anything about the Yu family's choice.

Zhao Qian came here just to tell Zhao Fu that although he was the young master of the Zhao family, he still couldn't make decisions about the things the Zhao family did, let alone participated in it.

"Well... I understand." Zhao Fu nodded. He didn't know what attitude he should look at this disciple.

"Then... what do you plan to do?" Zhao Qian asked from the side.

"Are you here to inquire about the news?" Zhao Fu said vigilantly.

"No, the students just want to know what the teacher thinks. The students are willing to stand with the teacher." Zhao Qian explained.

"What about you?" Zhao Fu asked back.

"Hmm?" Zhao Qian didn't understand his intention.

"If you were me, what decision would you make?" Zhao Fu changed into a more straightforward question.

"Well..." Zhao Qian tilted his head and pretended to think carefully.

"Of course, it's up and competing for the world!" Zhao Qian waved the short dagger in his hand, as if he was waving a peerless blade, with a graceful sword as if he had drawn his sword and got on the horse.
Chapter completed!