In that 100-foot-high room, the blue-haired girl stood there calmly and uneasily.
Calm because she stood up straight, as quiet as a sculpture.
The reason for the unrest was that just now, like a country shrew, the princess savagely and simply smashed the two most precious objects in the marshal's room.
I don't like to listen to nonsense.
She told the old man in front of her this sentence through her actions.
The old man's ice-blue eyes did not flicker at all. Even if the princess smashed his cherished collection one by one in front of her, he did not change his expression at all.
He knew that the girl in front of him was close to collapse, so even he deliberately didn't want to anger a woman.
"The most elite troops must naturally be placed in the most dangerous position." The old man suddenly said: "It is a trump card, so it must be revealed at the most appropriate time."
"He is the disciple chosen by the saint and has great luck. Lan Yaxin is one of the few arcane mage in the world today. Watching her fight will be of great benefit to both warriors and magicians."
"Moreover, as the main force, Lan Yaxin can easily defeat Xinglu. In my prediction, this is a battle without danger." The old man continued: "In the original plan, the boy should return safely, and With honor and gain.”
"So." The old man said intently, "Even I deeply regret that such an accident happened."
"But no matter how many times it happens." The old man quietly made his own judgment: "I will always make such an arrangement."
"Because this is the solution closest to the answer."
The old man's answer was perfect.
He first explained his relationship with the boy and his vague affection for him.
So in this operation, he did deliberately move the boy's position. His original intention was the same as the treatment Ye Qing received, so that he could get the maximum benefit from this operation under the safest circumstances.
But there was an accident.
He admitted that it was his mistake, but did not think it was wrong.
So his answer was perfect.
"Me." The princess of the empire shook her head disdainfully. Her eyes were as cold as the melted snow by the holy lake. She knew that the old man's logic in front of her was correct, but she did not need to make any omissions.
She was just so stubborn that she continued to speak unreasonably: "No matter!"
"I only know that he disappeared there, and even now, no one has assured me that he can come back alive."
"I only know." Ye Qing said word by word: "It was your order that made him disappear there."
"I just know." She repeated paranoid words in a voice as cold as snow.
She didn't come here to reason.
She came for catharsis.
Vent your despair and hysteria.
"I will never let him die."
"What if." The old man said calmly: "What if the boy really died in an unreachable distance?"
"Then, I will let this city bury him!" Ye Qing blurted out without any hesitation!
"Can the princess do it?" the old man asked.
Ye Qing raised his hand and pointed to the east.
"There is an emperor there." Her tone was still so cold. “He was strong and unruly.”
"If my brother is really buried here." Ye Qing sneered: "Then, I will attract a real army of tigers and wolves to overthrow this city of ice and snow."
Ye Qing didn't make it clear, but the two people present understood what she was referring to.
That is an absolutely crazy idea, and even if you say it, it is treason.
"The princess wouldn't do that," the old man said.
"I will." Ye Qing replied.
"This is treason." The old man raised his slender eyebrows, and there was a sharp edge in his ice-blue eyes.
Ye Qing bit his lips.
Yes, if she really does this, she will really become a sinner of this empire and will never be saved.
But she smiled and said: "If you do this."
"You will regret ever burying a boy here."
"I'll enjoy it like a cake."
The old man looked at Ye Qing's calm face, but every word she spoke was extremely crazy and perverse.
"I know that Your Highness has a close relationship with that Majesty, and I don't deny the possibility of this happening." The old man carefully considered his words before speaking.
But the next words were sharp.
He is a legend in history and a living legend. When his sharp edge comes out, his sword energy is everywhere.
"Before that day comes, I will personally execute His Highness."
Ye Qing was choked by his awe-inspiring murderous aura.
This Lord God of War is a legend who has killed countless kings with his own hands.
He was the most trusted sword in the hands of Emperor Yuantai. In the era when city-states arose, he led his army to break through countless powerful cities and fertile soil. Those who surrendered survived, and those who resisted were killed without mercy.
The sharp sword in his hand has chopped off the heads of many emperors.
The soil under his feet was dripping with the blood of many princes and princesses.
So when he said these words calmly, there was a crazy smell of blood rushing towards Ye Qing.
But Ye Qing shook his head and smiled calmly amidst the smell of blood on the shop floor. His smile was like an icy lake: "Do you dare to kill me here?"
Their topics were infinitely led into extremely dangerous situations.
But the old man smiled calmly, showing his sharp white teeth: "If the princess puts down the Qianye Liubi in her hand, I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
Ye Qing was startled. She was indeed secretly holding the piece of jade soul. When she said these provocative words, she was ready to break the feng shui essence at any time. However, when the other party revealed it, all preparations seemed stupid, so she put down Handed.
"I'm saying this on the premise that Ge Sheng will die in this city."
When the military god in front of her left a step for her, she finally chose to take a step back.
"So please don't let him die here, otherwise, I will do something that we will all regret for the rest of our lives."
Saying this, she reached out and picked up the humble clay pot.
Such an inconspicuous thing would not catch her eye originally, but this clay pot happened to be the closest to her.
At that moment, the old man's eyes suddenly widened.
He didn't expect that this girl would really dare to pick up this clay pot. He didn't expect that this girl really didn't recognize this clay pot.
Otherwise, no matter how hysterical Ye Qing was, he would not choose this clay pot to vent his anger.
But Ye Qing really didn't know him.
"Don't..." The old man lost control and spoke for the first time, but this time he was interrupted by a crisp sound.
Ye Qing turned around and looked at the old man who almost screamed. She couldn't imagine why the old man was so rude.
When she entered, the two pieces of jade that broke into pieces were both priceless treasures.
But this clay pot is so clumsy that it even makes people wonder if someone is neglecting this military god.
Ye Qing felt a sting on her hand. When she stopped her hand and looked at it, she saw bright red blood flowing out of her fingers. The dripping blood beads made blood stains on the ground. The pottery pot had been broken to the ground, but A piece of pottery bounced up and cut her finger.
"Bang!" Ye Qing took a step back and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of her.
The old man didn't expect that she would really dare to throw the pot, so when he realized it, he had only time to say "goodbye" when he could have stopped her.
However, he immediately crossed the three feet distance between the two people and raised his hand to slap Ye Qing in the face.
Even when the princess in front of him said that she wanted to destroy the city, the old man was not so rude.
"Get out!" The old man looked at Ye Qing who almost fell to the ground and said this coldly.
In the beginning, he still maintained his polite respect for Ye Qing.
But at this moment, his anger almost killed Ye Qingge on the spot.
Ye Qing looked at the blood dripping from his fingers, his face was numb and he lost consciousness.
The old man was really angry, so although he didn't kill her, the slap didn't give her the face of a princess.
Ye Qing lowered his head, finally couldn't help it, and asked coldly: "Why?"
