Once she leaves, the four countries of Dajing will have no reason to remain still!
But even if she doesn't go out now, this reason is temporarily useful because the other countries have not yet torn their relations with these four countries.
But it's only a matter of time before things fall out.
It’s still the same as before, now it doesn’t matter whether she is there or not, these four countries are the ones that other countries want to get rid of and replace!
Whether she goes out now or not, she can neither change the man in front of her nor the situation outside.
She moved her lips and asked again a question that couldn't be any stupider. She felt that she would never ask this question in her life, and it was as clear as a mirror in her heart.
"Master, why did you save me in the first place?"
Murong Shuo was a little surprised, "Baby, do you care about this?"
She raised her eyes and looked directly into his eyes, into those long, almost sentimental eyes, "I don't care, but I suddenly want to know."
It's rare for a young apprentice to be so serious.
Murong Shuo tutted his words and said lazily, "My dear, you have a deep blood feud, your identity is quite interesting, and your desire to survive is extraordinary. I was bored and saw that you were interested, so I picked it up."
As if thinking of something, he chuckled again, "But baby, you are more interesting than I imagined, so I was thinking about whether I could train someone who could kill the regent of Dajing, Changsun Wuji."
"After all, he is a person whose abilities can arouse my interest. It would be very interesting if I could train someone who can kill him. He has a grudge against you and he stole your child." When he said this, his indifferent and lazy tone became a little excited.
Baili Feiyue heard her own voice was surprisingly calm, "So you killed the owner of a bookstore, Ji, but asked me to put the blame on Changsun Wuji."
Her voice was calm, but she seemed to have lost some of her memory.
She couldn't even remember whether she had asked the man in front of her this question. Did she? Or didn't she?
Did she understand it in her heart before, or didn't she?
She seemed to remember nothing.
"My dear, you can kill your master to vent your anger, or avenge Shopkeeper Ji."
Murong Shuo's smiling voice didn't sound real to Baili Feiyue's ears.
She heard her own faint voice, "Master, in these years, have you ever had a moment, or a flash, when you truly regarded me as your disciple? Just your disciple."
Suddenly, a big hand rubbed her head, tempting her, "If your master says no, baby, don't you plan to kill your master now?"
After a while, he sighed in disappointment, "Baby, you can't do this. You don't want to kill your master even if you are like this? Today, the four nations of Dajing, including the relatives you care about the most, are likely to die in this dream because of your master. Do you really not want to try to kill your master?"
Baili Feiyue sat there like a puppet.
After a while, the disappointed footsteps of the man beside her faded away, and the warmth of his palm that had lingered on her head was gone.
Immediately afterwards, more footsteps came in like a gust of wind, and Baili Feiyue felt like someone was pulling her up.
"Ling Jing! What are you daydreaming about! The people outside are all coming in, and your Excellency's men can no longer hold them back!!"
Seeing that her eyes were still dull, Ximo pulled her clothes and shook her, "Ling Jing! Ling Jing!"
"Are you poisoned or have you lost your soul? Come back!"
Just as Ximo raised his hand to slap her, of course, he didn't dare and wouldn't slap her, just when he was about to slap her, Baili Feiyue's eyes moved, "What do you want to do?"
"Calling back your soul!" Ximo said angrily.
What on earth did Ling Jing talk to His Majesty in there? She looked like she was dead without any soul or spirit!
Now that she has come back to her senses, Ximo directly pulls her out.
The deafening shouts and cries of killing seemed to come from all directions this time, right next to my ears!
What caught my eye was the dense crowds of people surrounding the Huangquan Inn like an iron barrel.
Ximo lowered his head and leaned close to Baili Feiyue's ear, gnashing his teeth and whispering, "It's only been a short while, and it's become like this. I think something is wrong. The people in the dreamland... maybe there is a traitor."
When he said this, out of Baili Feiyue's sight, he subconsciously glanced down at Xiangyang, who was standing with Ye Lin, who was covered in blood, and the twenty guards.
And the traitor is most likely this man...
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