"It's okay to have the first time."
Ye Qianxiao's tone was very indifferent, so indifferent that it seemed as simple as carrying a weight of 10 kilometers for the first time, in an understatement, as if life was worthless to her.
Mo Shangyun was a little surprised.
Three years ago, she might have determined that Ye Qianxiao couldn't get along with her at the first time. This kind of conceptual disagreement made her even too lazy to justify and express her importance and opinions on a human life to Ye Qianxiao.
However, this was not three years ago.
So, just a little surprised.
Because she has seen a lot of different things, she learned that this world is not what she has seen more than ten years ago.
After a long time, I have become accustomed to not making casual evaluations based on my own limited world, because many times it is a self-righteous idea of a frog at the bottom of a well.
In the past, she learned to understand before making evaluations. Gradually, she was reluctant to even make evaluations, because she found that what she saw may not be true, and her understanding may not be comprehensive.
She contacted Ye Qianxiao and intuitively believed that Ye Qianxiao was not the kind of murderer, nor did she love to kill.
Not even the kind of person who has a contempt for all life.
After a while, Mo Shangjun asked, "Is it difficult to do it the first time?"
Liang Zhiqiong blinked, watching the two of them in disbelief as if they were talking at home, and they talked about such a heavy topic.
"Hard to say."
Ye Qianxiao stopped playing with the knife, and then shrugged at her.
Unlike these normal enlisted soldiers, when Ye Qianxiao first attacked, it was because her life was in jeopardy. After solving the death crisis, she would only feel lucky that she still had the ability to survive. Normal guilt, fear, self-doubt and other emotions are not obvious to her.
Having led the soldiers for several years, she gradually understood the psychological changes of these young people who had never been exposed to death. Therefore, it was hard for her to imagine how Mo Shangyun, who had never killed anyone, had practiced such a skill.
In Ye Qianxiao's concept, this is a bit embarrassing.
However, since it can be practiced to this level, the last step is also very easy to achieve - people who are trained as the best in this industry will not have too fragile psychological defenses.
With a slight movement of her fingers, the closed knife slid out of the scabbard, and the folded knife revealed the blade. She raised her left hand, and the blade of the knife flashed across the field of vision. The tip of the knife pressed against Mo Shangyun's neck.
Mo Shangyun didn't even move.
She didn't feel the slightest murderous aura.
It's just that, being held against the key by the tip of the knife, in such a hot weather, it is really a little cold.
Seeing Mo Shangyun's concentration, Ye Qianxiao gently hooked her lower lip and asked, "Do you think human life is important?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and then answered truthfully.
At least, from her current point of view, life is really important.
She couldn't convince herself that the two people who just fell in front of her were worthless.
This is the concept that has been instilled in her by the world around her since she was a child, and she has seen the passing of those she cherishes with her own eyes, so she cherishes every fresh life even more.
That's why she likes people who have ideas and keep a positive attitude—because, at the very least, they live as human beings.
"No, life only matters if you think it matters. There are many people in this world, and no one would be saddened by the passing of someone they didn't know, except the Virgin Mary. People die every moment, but you don't If you pay attention, you can take care of yourself." Ye Qianxiao retracted the knife, raised the finger of her right hand, and flicked the blade into the scabbard, "In the eyes of the few people just now, your lives are worthless. He wants to kill you, if you want to live, you have to kill him."
"You," Ye Qianxiao glanced at Mo Shangyun, then glanced at Liang Zhiqiong behind him, and asked each word, "You guys, do you want to die?"
Liang Zhiqiong, who had been listening carefully, shook his head almost subconsciously.
On the other hand, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
It is undeniable that what Ye Qianxiao said... is very reasonable.
Perhaps, she successfully persuaded her and eliminated her guilt for facing two lives.
But what Ye Qianxiao said was so truthful and so true that Mo Shangyun couldn't help but think deeply.
She began to understand the problem that Lu Yang was struggling with, a problem that he couldn't find the answer to and could only give himself sustenance to eliminate his guilt.
"Just talk about it," Ye Qianxiao smiled suddenly, put away the knife, and reminded, "Let's drive."
"Um."
After returning to his senses, Mo Shangyun nodded.
Liang Zhiqiong slowly retracted his neck, feeling that he had figured out something, his eyebrows stretched out, and he felt that he was suddenly relieved about something.
The car drove a distance, Ye Qianxiao seemed to think of something, and said to them: "By the way, someone is watching you."
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun nodded.
"Did you already know?" Ye Qianxiao raised her eyebrows.
"I know." Mo Shangyun responded, and then asked, "Have you ever had contact with the person who kidnapped Lu Yang?"
"Have been in contact a few times."
Ye Qianxiao opened the car window, and the wind blew in from outside.
Although the air conditioner can cool down, it feels unpleasant, and she doesn't like it.
"Can you talk about it?" Mo Shangyun asked closely.
After a pause, Ye Qianxiao seemed to realize something, and asked amusingly, "You two didn't know anything, so you rushed over to save people rashly?"
049. Silly him