MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v4 Chapter 3 Accompanying Yumi (2)

The darkness of the darkness, the fleeing and chasing, the bloodshed and the killing, the silent swords in the dark night, the **** clothes that were rolled down were thrown into the ground, and he changed clothes again and again, but he could not change as if he went deep into the bone marrow. The **** smell, belonging to hell, belongs to the night, belongs to fierce hunting and eagle-like snooping, belonging to everything that is extremely opposite to her.

Suddenly there is a desire to talk.

He lowered his mouth and Meng Fu stopped his hand.

"You probably think that being such a master is not too cold and ruthless. In fact, I just think that it is more important to live than to live."

Meng Fu is speechless. If you want to change it to Zhan Beiye, 80% should be replaced with "You are alive, I am happier!"

"I am alive, it is possible to rescue them. Even if I can't save them, I have a greater chance to avenge them. In the future, if their families are small, they will get better pensions. Compared with them, I will live more and more valuable."

Looking at Meng Fu’s expression of a little disapproval, the dark charm smiled and said: “I have a domestic servant, very kind, treating anyone without giving up. When he was with me, he was chased by the enemy, and his companion was injured and discarded. He refused to give up and sneaked back to rescue in the middle of the night, but he did not expect that the brother was captured and then changed. He was instructed by the enemy to trick him into revealing our hiding place... It was a **** killing, and everyone died. ... He and I are both dead, I was saved, but he was peeled alive, I remember the last sentence he said to me when he finally pushed me down to hide... He said... Trust This thing... too luxurious..."

Meng Fu shakes and does not speak.

The dark enchantment was an understatement, but she seemed to smell the rust-like cold and **** smell of the night, saw the loyalty and sorrow of the man, saw the awkwardness of the apostate and the death of the betrayed, and saw the creeping of the live stripping. Human skin, a teenager who is covered in blood in a deep well.

"I once thought that trust is a mutual thing. You can be honest and see others. Others will be treated with each other. In fact, this is a dream, and it is not based on the trust of certain interests. Most of them are castles in the air."

"So I have only one relationship with my subordinates, the master and the slain. I control their will, life, and family, and promise to give them enough compensation after their sacrifice. They are therefore dedicated to me. I can never betray. Loyalty, I don't have to worry about betrayal anymore, even if I am seriously injured now, and they are cooking in a steamer, I can still sit here calmly and tell you my previous story."

He smiled awkwardly and asked Meng Fu to shake: "You thought about it, if you think so, they can't resist the torture of cooking, and confess me, then you and me, what is the situation now?"

Meng Fu shakes silently and sighs. She has to admit that the dark charm and the battle of Beiye are completely different types. No one is right or wrong, and it is the same goal.

The topic was too heavy. She touched her nose, turned the subject, and took out the wax pill just now. "There is a saying that he can save us, but it seems to have conditions."

She crushed the wax pill, unfolded the note, and a line of words jumped into the eye:

"Hey still lacks a queen!"