With an unspeakable complex emotion rising in his heart, he said lightly, "Do you know who I am?"
"No one can play with fire here. Mrs. Qiangwei has explained that if the yard catches fire, it will be the responsibility of my mother and I, so -" she clicked the scissors in her hand nonchalantly, "please give me the most
Please don’t make things difficult for us!”
He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at this little person with a touch of interest. A feeling of narrow-mindedness arose spontaneously. He actually wanted to tease this little angel with a serious face and an extremely innocent and cute expression.
"I'm not playing with fire, I just want to raze the entire Rose Manor to the ground. Look, are these detonators enough?"
He removed the row of detonators that had lost their twists from his waist, held them in his hand and showed them to her.
The little girl looked at the row of detonators cautiously, and then at him. Her lips, as small as cherry blossoms, opened, and what she spat out were completely unexpected words, "Are you sure you can really bring down the entire Rose Manor?"
For flat ground?”
Young Yesilo nodded.
"Okay, you go ahead and blow it up -" the girl said calmly, without any fear in her expression.
On the other hand, Yesi Luo was surprised. How could this little girl who wholeheartedly protect her and her mother's interests and even threaten him with sharp flower scissors suddenly become so fearless of life and death?
Shouldn't she be screaming in panic and running away, or kneeling down and pleading with tears streaming down her face?
But now, what appears on her face is an unusually calm calmness and fearlessness. That kind of indifference is definitely not what a little girl of her age should have.
"Aren't you afraid?" Young Yesilo said calmly, with only a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Is fear useful? Just because I'm afraid, will you give up your atrocities?" The girl's black eyes continued to stare at him. Although there was no emotion, he was sure that there was no fear in it.
He pretended to take out the lighter and lit it. The small flame lit up a halo in the deep night, reflecting the slightly pale face of the little girl in front of him - was it his imagination? Or was it the distortion of the lighter flame?
?
"You can try to stop me, take away this lighter, and throw it into the lake not far away. Then I won't be able to succeed, right?"
The girl smiled softly, with a rather disdainful look on her face, "I never do anything that has no chance of winning -"
He looked at the height of the little girl, which was only as high as his waist, then looked at her thin arms and waist that was not tight enough to hold. He raised a charming smile at the corner of his mouth. She was right, she would fight with him.
She simply didn't even have a one in ten thousand chance of winning.
So she didn't do anything, and she didn't do this kind of useless work at all.
"You haven't worked hard at all, so how do you know you won't succeed?" Young Yesilo spoke again, not only to her, but also to himself.
For a long time since his mother was killed by Ye Xiaotian with a single blow, and he failed to assassinate Ye Xiaotian and was seriously injured, he has been in a state of lingering survival, as if he was a walking corpse without any vitality.
There is no goal, no hope, life is worse than death. The ultimate goal of living is to live. If he lives in this world, his future is a vast darkness, like the ferocious mouth of a wild beast. No matter what, he cannot escape.
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Ended today. An indescribable complex emotion arose in his heart, and he spoke lightly, "Do you know who I am?"
"No one can play with fire here. Mrs. Qiangwei has explained that if the yard catches fire, it will be the responsibility of my mother and I, so -" she clicked the scissors in her hand nonchalantly, "please give me the most
Please don’t make things difficult for us!”
He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at this little person with a touch of interest. A feeling of narrow-mindedness arose spontaneously. He actually wanted to tease this little angel with a serious face and an extremely innocent and cute expression.
"I'm not playing with fire, I just want to raze the entire Rose Manor to the ground. Look, are these detonators enough?"
He removed the row of detonators that had lost their twists from his waist, held them in his hand and showed them to her.
The little girl looked at the row of detonators cautiously, and then at him. Her lips, as small as cherry blossoms, opened, and what she spat out were completely unexpected words, "Are you sure you can really bring down the entire Rose Manor?"
For flat ground?”
Young Yesilo nodded.
"Okay, you go ahead and blow it up -" the girl said calmly, without any fear in her expression.
On the other hand, Yesi Luo was surprised. How could this little girl who wholeheartedly protect her and her mother's interests and even threaten him with sharp flower scissors suddenly become so fearless of life and death?
Shouldn't she be screaming in panic and running away, or kneeling down and pleading with tears streaming down her face?
But now, what appears on her face is an unusually calm calmness and fearlessness. That kind of indifference is definitely not what a little girl of her age should have.
"Aren't you afraid?" Young Yesilo said calmly, with only a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Is fear useful? Just because I'm afraid, will you give up your atrocities?" The girl's black eyes continued to stare at him. Although there was no emotion, he was sure that there was no fear in it.
He pretended to take out the lighter and lit it. The small flame lit up a halo in the deep night, reflecting the slightly pale face of the little girl in front of him - was it his imagination? Or was it the distortion of the lighter flame?
?
"You can try to stop me, take away this lighter, and throw it into the lake not far away. Then I won't be able to succeed, right?"
The girl smiled softly, with a rather disdainful look on her face, "I never do anything that has no chance of winning -"
He looked at the height of the little girl, which was only as high as his waist, then looked at her thin arms and waist that was not tight enough to hold. He raised a charming smile at the corner of his mouth. She was right, she would fight with him.
She simply didn't even have a one in ten thousand chance of winning.
So she didn't do anything, and she didn't do this kind of useless work at all.
"You haven't worked hard at all, so how do you know you won't succeed?" Young Yesilo spoke again, not only to her, but also to himself.
For a long time since his mother was killed by Ye Xiaotian with a single blow, and he failed to assassinate Ye Xiaotian and was seriously injured, he has been in a state of lingering survival, as if he was a walking corpse without any vitality.
There is no goal, no hope, life is worse than death. The ultimate goal of living is to live. If he lives in this world, his future is a vast darkness, like the ferocious mouth of a wild beast. No matter what, he cannot escape.