Dan Tai Jue's breath suffocated, his pupils shrank, his palms tightly held the inkstone, and his chin became stiff.
He became even more angry when he heard her sarcastic questioning. Yesterday, he had no intention of calculating her, but she seemed to be his wrong attitude.
"Xing'er, what qualifications do you have to question me? You are my person and have promised to assist me. You are not a person who is not serious. Under such complex political situations, one mistake will bring great losses.
It's very clear. You should help me, but you helped my enemies to rescue them at such an awkward moment. Do you think you are still reasonable?"
He kept helping her, putting her interests first, he left the front line to save her, and he did not hesitate to use the army to save her privately.
But why did she use this to fight against him and turn against him?
Hearing his angry questioning, Luo Xing'er was stabbed hard in her heart, pursed her lips and stared at him in disappointment, and said angrily: "I promised to stay by your side for a year to help you, but it doesn't include helping you.
Those dirty things dragged a group of already pitiful people onto the stage and whipped them, causing them to suffer humiliation and be beaten to death.
I want to embarrass Xuanyuan Fu in public, implying that his bloodline is low. You may not care, but it is just a few lowly people's lives, but I think you are very dirty and useless to do anything for your purpose, and you don't even have the bottom line. You can send someone to go there
Assassinating him can do all kinds of things to bring him down, but you shouldn't use such a despicable method."
She never minded his ruthlessness, because she knew very well that every kingly way was paved with blood, killing and conspiracy were inevitable.
But blood also has a bottom line, and you must have a bottom line in life, otherwise what is the difference between it and a demon? A group of poor people who are powerless will be used by him. She cannot tolerate such dirty methods.
Dan Tai Jue's face changed by her scolding, and his proud face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
Those filthy sounds fell into his ears like a sharp knife stabbing his heart, causing waves of dull pain.
But his expression was still tough and unrestrained, trying to ignore the pain in his heart.
A different kind of sarcasm was pursed with thin lips: "Xing'er, I didn't expect that people like you who are covered in blood will have this kind of Bodhisattva heart. Don't you think you are ridiculous? We have killed you all the way.
How many people, how many people have been innocent? Do you dare to say that everyone who died under your command deserves to die? You can also measure gains and losses, and you also understand that if you want to win in the battle for power, you must be cruel and kill. If yesterday,
Those people on the stage are not members of the Ice tribe, are you still so indignant?"
He walked over with a sneer, grabbed Luo Xing'er's chin, and raised her cold face. The two of them had the same strong eyes and neither gave in.
"Xing'er, you have never had less cold blood than me, so why bother pretending to be contemptuous of me? I really don't understand what the ice clan is, it's worth your conscience for them. Your conscience seems to be used.
The wrong place, your reaction to the Ice Clan people is too big, they are just a bunch of incompetent people.”
Luo Xing'er suffocated her chest and reached out to slap him coldly: "I didn't expect you to do such a thing, using a group of miserable people, and you can still take it for granted. I'm cold-blooded, and I can kill people, but
I will not do anything that is full of conscience, nor will I play with the weak without resistance."