In response to his roar, she smiled and curled her lips. The corners of her lips were raised with a hint of contempt, as if to say, go ahead and destroy Dayan. It's none of my business.
Woolen cloth?
He was completely defeated. Anyway, this heartless girl, I don't think she has such a great idea as "caring about the motherland". She is not worthy. She only thinks about herself.
He snapped: "Fangfei, why are you doing this?"
She finally spoke, her voice sharper than his, and she was suppressing sobs: "Because I don't want to die. I don't want to pretend to know nothing after knowing my fate."
Luo Jia said nothing.
She shouted hoarsely: "Who am I? Just like a pig or a sheep raised in a pig pen, watching it grow and gain weight every day, and then send it to the slaughterhouse to become a delicacy on people's plates, steamed, fried...
All this is your fault, you hypocritical Luo Jia, you are the biggest evil person in this world..."
"My Fangfei, so what if you know? What fun is there in counting the days until you throw yourself into the sea of fire?" He sighed pitifully, "I have witnessed the pain of burning with my own eyes. That is my little sister, she is the most beautiful girl in the North.
Beautiful girl, I will never forget her struggle and cry in the sea of fire. Therefore, after I ascended the throne, I announced the abolition of this bad habit..." His hand was even gentler, because the face under his hand was as smooth as gelatin.
Generally, people can't put it down, "But, my Princess Fangfei, oh, no, my little devil, look at your actions, look at the chests of those gods, they stung and angered, who else but you
Can you still comfort them?"
The voice of pity was full of triumphant cruelty. In fact, he had no mercy for her at all.
"Luojia, I really hate that I didn't insert the spike into your heart..."
He raised his brows, and his angry look appeared and then disappeared: "Is it too late, or have you forgotten?"
She waited for him fiercely. How could she forget? She had thought about it during countless nights of fear and resentment, but she always thought of his hug, his apple, his comfort... those little tender feelings,
For him, he had long forgotten. However, he still remembered it, and he would always remember it, because he had never experienced it before. Therefore, even if he knew it was hypocrisy, he did not want to expose such a dream and leave himself a room for fantasy.
As for going crazy in this small room.
He didn't know what she was thinking, he just looked at the look of fear on that forehead with satisfaction. He had never seen such an evil girl in his life, so he had to scare her even more: "By the way, my Fang Fei
, maybe you will like the feeling of being roasted alive by fire, and God will also like it, so that they can calm down the anger of being blasphemed by you..."
With a "pop" sound, a slap fell heavily on his face. She pushed him away with all her strength, turned around and ran away, trying to break out of this terrible prison.
Beat him! This little slave, this little devil, dares to attack the greatest king of the Northern Kingdom.