His own darkness, those fleeing and chasing, those bleeding and killing, those silent swings of the sword in the dark night, the rolled up blood-stained clothes were thrown all over the ground, he changed his clothes again and again, but he couldn't change them, as if he had penetrated into the marrow of his bones The smell of blood belongs to hell, to night, to ferocious hunting and falcon-like prying, and to all things that are extremely opposed to her.
Suddenly there is a desire to talk.
When he opened his mouth in a low voice, Meng Fuyao stopped.
"You probably think that being such a master is too cold and ruthless. In fact, I just think that whoever lives is more important than me living."
Meng Fuyao was speechless. If Zhan Beiye said this, it would probably be "You guys are alive, I'm happier!"
"I can save them only if I'm alive. Even if I can't save them, I have a greater chance to avenge them. In the future, their families will be small and they will receive better pensions. Compared to them, my life is more valuable."
Seeing Meng Fuyao's disapproving expression, Anmei smiled and said: "I have a servant who is very kind and never leaves anyone. Back then he and I were hunted down by the enemy, and some companions were injured and discarded. , he refused to give up, and sneaked back in the middle of the night to wait for rescue, but unexpectedly, the brother defected after being captured, and was instructed by the enemy to trick him into exposing our hiding place... It was a bloody killing, and everyone died … He and I both fell to death, I was rescued, he was skinned alive, I remember the last words he said to me when he finally pushed me down the well to hide… he said… trust this thing… too Luxurious…”
Meng Fuyao stopped talking.
Anmei said it lightly, but she seemed to smell the rusty coldness and bloody smell of that night, saw the man's loyalty and grief, saw the betrayer's cowering and the betrayed's desperation, and saw the skinny, squirming body. Human skin, the blood-stained boy hiding in the deep well.
"I used to think that trust is a mutual thing. If you are honest, others will treat each other with sincerity. In fact, this is often a dream. Trust that is not based on the exchange of certain interests is mostly a castle in the air."
"So I have only one relationship with my subordinates, the master and the dead. I control their will, life, and family, and guarantee to give them enough compensation after their sacrifices. They therefore dedicate themselves to me and will never betray them." I will never have to worry about betrayal again, even if I am seriously injured and they are cooking in a steamer like now, I can still sit here calmly and tell you my old story."
He smiled sarcastically, and asked Meng Fuyao: "Have you ever thought about it, if at this moment, they couldn't stand the torture of steaming and confessed me, then what situation would you and I be in now?"
Meng Fuyao sighed silently, she had to admit that An Mei and Zhan Beiye were completely different types, no one was right or wrong, they all came to the same goal by different routes.
This topic is too heavy, she touched her nose, changed the subject, took out the wax pill just now, and said: "The actor said he can save us, but it seems that there are conditions."
She crushed the wax pill, unfolded the note, and a line of writing jumped into her eyes:
"I still need a queen!"