At this time, Lu Wu was as helpless as a child.
He originally had black hair with a few strands of white mixed in, but now it was almost pure white.
But Lu Wu himself was sitting there in despair.
Wang Ye sighed helplessly. At this moment, he had gradually gained some understanding of the three pages of paper.
perhaps...
Is this the purpose of the three-page paper?
To correct some problems left over from history?
Including that there was a lack of a protector around Anian back then, so with a breath of Xiaosi, Po Meng appeared in this world?
If Lu Wu had not come to Yaochi in the future, perhaps some unknown and irreversible changes would have occurred in that battle?
so...
At this moment, at this moment, Wang Ye brought Lu Wu here?
As if everything is destined by God, I always seem to do the right thing at the right time under the guidance of the vague.
However, this is obviously just a coincidence.
Or should I say, all this actually has little to do with the three-page paper, it's just a coincidence.
Puzzled.
Still puzzled.
At this time, the three-page illusion was still continuing. Looking at Lu Wu, who was still sitting on the ground, as if he had completely lost his soul, Wang Ye sighed softly, and his eyes gradually became colder.
It is true that Wang Ye has never denied that he is a very bold person.
Many people praise him for his calmness and calmness.
Many people also say that Wang Ye has an overall view and a broad mind.
Wang Ye was noncommittal about this.
actually...
From the beginning, Wang Ye was a bold, impulsive and reckless man.
If not, in that ridiculous 'previous life', I wouldn't have died because of losing the bet.
In this life, if it hadn't been for several inexplicable coincidences, I would have been a corpse that had already cooled down.
All the so-called caution and calmness are just to keep yourself alive and survive until the next market opens and a new round of gambling tables appears.
When the time comes, he can use the sole proprietorship accumulated during this period to shake him up.
Now...
The time has come.
This luxurious gambling table has been thrown on the field, and Wang Ye doesn't know who the opponents on the gambling table are. Each one is shrouded in a layer of fog.
Wang Ye didn't even know if there was anyone on the opposite side of the gambling table.
but...
Little people also have the heroism of little people, don't they?
Wang Ye never thought...that he had ever put on shoes.
Even with the God Burial City.
He was just a desperado walking barefoot by the river and carrying a coffin.
It would be enough that one day, if your foot slips and you drown in the river, you can still use your last breath to crawl into the coffin you have prepared long ago.
Wang Ye was quite open-minded about this.
The previous sentence was a bit of a bastard, and not a humane thing to say...
Now, I live for the Heavenly Group and the human race, no matter what I do.
But people always have to do something they like. He can't do it like Zhang Ziliang, and he can't suppress his inner emotions. He admires Zhang Ziliang, but he can never do it.
If one day, he really died outside because of the impulse in his heart, or the passion in his heart, then the human race would not be able to blame him, after all, his sacrifice for the human race is clearly visible in his mind.
Therefore, Zhang Ziliang also knows this.
He never restricted Wang Ye's thoughts, freedom, including emotions.
This is why the cooperation between them can be so harmonious.
actually...
After explaining for so long, Wang Ye just gave himself a hint, not wanting to make himself feel guilty for this.
because...
He was angry.
"No matter what, he calls me boss..."
"Is it really okay to bully my employees like this in front of me..."
Wang Ye murmured casually as if talking to himself, holding the ghost knife and letting the tip of the knife keep scratching on the ground, while he stepped forward slowly.
Until... blocked by the diaphragm.
Frown slightly.
"I don't know if you have your own consciousness or if there is someone behind you, but at least I understand that you are definitely not a tool without intelligence."
"You need to start the plot, and I need to learn the news I want to get in the plot."
“Everyone gets what they need, no problem.”
"but..."
"Why are you taking advantage of my staff."
Wang Ye's voice became colder and colder, and he said lightly to the void.
And as Wang Ye finished speaking, the still-progressing illusion seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment.
Sure enough, is there any intelligence?
Wang Ye's smile became colder.
"Why, from the beginning, you chose to stay with me."
"I must have been very weak at that time."
"You only need to absorb a large amount of ghost energy, blood energy, and even Buddha's light to open up illusions one after another. As a small person, I should have the least capital at the time."
"I don't believe that with your ability, you can't get rid of me."
"so..."
"Am I a chess piece set by you?"
"Or is it that it can only be opened under my leadership?"
"No matter what it is, you have to protect me as safe as possible and prevent me from getting hurt. At the very least... I can't die, right."
Wang Ye's voice was as calm as ever, but in this calmness he seemed to be suppressing the wave-like anger.
The surrounding air gradually became gloomy.
But the illusion is still that illusion, except that the picture is frozen, everything is as usual.
"Normally speaking, the chess pieces should do what the chess pieces are supposed to do."
“It’s a win-win situation for me, too.”
"But you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you can't blame me. Although I don't know what your purpose is in designing this scene, you must fill in some flaws."
"And the price is Lu Wu."
"Is it fair?"
"Perhaps in your eyes, there is no fairness for the weak. Let's talk about the bigger picture. You are selfless and have no human emotions. As long as the overall situation is not lacking, what about personal gains and losses?"
"But I'm human."
"My chess piece is a human being."
"Humans are bound to have anger. Since you talk about so-called fairness, how about I cut it off with one knife after another?"
As the voice fell, the ghost sword in Wang Ye's hand suddenly slashed down against the thin-looking paper membrane in front of him.
