This sentence was like a sharp sword, hitting Xia Mian's death hole directly.

Originally, the little princess of Loulan was still questioning whether all this was He Manzhou's trickery, knowing that there was no way to avoid the catastrophe, so she thought of a way to delay time, and now her last worries have been dispelled.

Her hands trembled violently, her slender and emaciated shoulders hung down, and she tried to suppress the surging emotions, but unfortunately the remnants of her reason were shattered by too much emotion, and she was completely unable to deal with herself.

Many things are just one wrong step, one wrong step.

If it is my fault, I can still repent at some moments, realize some true meaning from it, and turn back in the wrong way. But if it is not oneself but fate that is wrong, it is the push and shove that is pressing step by step in the irreversible choice, and even if you do it countless times, you can't get rid of the shackles, how to deal with it?

For example, summer sleep has come to this day.

Having come to the current impasse, who is at fault, can you still say clearly?

The memory of the past is no less than a piercing heart, the girl who was not tough enough was once forced to face the choice of life and death, in the face of war and blood, the little princess could not choose to retreat, and there was no more mental strength to study right and wrong. Then there is the big lie that had to be sprinkled when the flower soul was sleeping, so that the innocent Wu people became the sacrifices of the flower soul for generations, maintaining the last bit of divine power of the fragment of the "goddess's battle suit", waiting for her to wake up after a thousand years.

In the process, did Xia Mian ever hesitate?

Even if there were, she had no choice but to let her heart cool down inch by inch.

The little princess of Loulan pinned all her hopes on the present, she wanted to solve all the things she should do and the efforts she could do, so that the so-called "sacrifice" of the clan would become meaningful, and the fate of the Wu clan would be ended.

But why are there so many obstacles along the way, one after another the Black Saints jump out of the bad things, and there are the twelve concubines and the Black Saints who have learned from the mystery trying to escape, and doing useless efforts to change something? Isn't it the best outcome for the victims to die obediently in a comfortable place, becoming ashes when everything ends once and for all?

Why do they still resist, to do a senseless struggle, against a fate that they cannot escape?

In many cases, it is easy to accept a certain way of dealing with the most decent outcome.

Those things that cannot be done in the first place will be covered up by reluctance to try, and even incompetence will be covered with a veil of lightness. For example, the obedience of the Wu clan is much more reasonable once it is crowned with a heartfelt belief in the gods, as if it is normal to be willing to sacrifice one's soul and life for such a belief.

Then whatever Xia Mian does, it becomes a matter of course.

Even Xia Mian could comfort herself that all the sacrifices before the dust settled were inevitable, that she had done nothing wrong, and that she would not be guilty of anything. But once the clansmen woke up from the chaos and began to struggle and resist, Xia Mian's feelings became completely different.

Looking at those people who are confined to fate, it seems that they are so ruthless and leave no room for it.

Every time she met those desperate eyes, the little princess would follow the hollow in it and see her own misty heart. The fate of the tragedy of the people has made her who she is now, but how can her tragedy end? She could not draw any conclusions, but forced herself not to be merciful.

Fortunately, there is Bai Yuqiu.

After Xia Mian woke up from the flower soul, many things were handled by Bai Yuqiu.

The man was more resolute and cold-blooded, and as he was accustomed to wearing, unnecessary kindness was disguised in methodical planning. Even for his former family and biological brother, there is no special case, let alone some people who have nothing to do with him, it is nothing more than a decisive killing without exception.

Whether it is about the Wu clan's plan, or the overall situation of Bai Yicong and He Manzhou being involved step by step, Bai Yuqiu has a plan to control, just wait until the "goddess's battle suit" is awakened by He Manzhou, and the little princess of Loulan will completely absorb the remaining divine power, and then she can break free from the shackles of the flower soul and become a newborn god. And Bai Yuqiu can also borrow the power of the gods to get rid of this broken body and achieve the immortality that the king of Loulan and the high priest once envisioned.

Bai Yuqiu would not discuss these things with Xia Mian, and there was no need to discuss them.

To talk about conspiracy with people who are not firm enough in the first place is nothing more than to hear some useless hypocritical persuasion.

And Xia Mian was also happy to let Bai Yuqiu act arbitrarily, she was disgusted with this man's ruthlessness, just as disgusted with her own powerlessness against fate. Just as she rejects Bai Yuqiu's control, it's a pity that to some extent, she has to rely on him. Love and hate, escape and intimacy, are like a huge web that is constantly intertwined, locking them together.

As if as long as Xia Mian didn't make a decision in person, he could escape something, Xia Mian had been deliberately avoiding it, just like avoiding his feelings for Bai Yuqiu. She told herself in her heart that as long as she decided that Bai Yuqiu was not a person she could trust, she could define the relationship between the two as cooperation and utilization.

When the dust settles, the two do not owe each other, and the short-term warmth that has been there can be ignored.

Even if there was a feeling, it was just an illusion, and it could have ended here.

But this is only false toughness after all, and the tense emotions are nothing more than a bow of strong crossbows.

It's okay that there is no external stimulus, but if there is enough resolute wind and grass to affect her, it will be followed by a complete emotional collapse.

Like at this moment - pick up a book

Facing Ah Jue's gaze, the tremor in Xia Mian's voice quickly couldn't be concealed.

"I didn't think of it either....... Sister will be....... It would be ........"

"What could it be?"

Ah Jue's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he smiled teasingly, and gave the little princess Loulan a look.

But her tone was soft and slow, as if she were joking with her much-loved sister.

"Why didn't you say what came to your mouth, you weren't the most outspoken earlier, the twelve concubines all knelt in the hall in a proper manner, but you always couldn't help but run away. Relying on your special status, even my sister can't control you?"

Along with Jue's words, many memories were sealed by Xia Mian.

She remembered her pure and flawless years, which were the days illuminated by the brilliant sky light of Loulan, the water droplets beside the white fountain were crystal clear, and the sister held the white lotus waiting to be washed in her hand, and she talked to her sister without a match, passing the boring time when she didn't want to study the scriptures, and what responded to her was the helpless and indulgent smile of the sister.

In the middle of summer, even the wind became sticky, and the little princess always had the nagging of the high priest and the incessant chanting in her ears, and finally the music of the sacrificial dance and the soft and beautiful singing of the sister. The clouds at the end of the sky drifted by, and the blue sky was as clear as a wash, even if it was recalled after a thousand years, it was the most beautiful picture in the memory of the little princess.

But all the warmth and happiness were shattered in the final sacrifice.

There's no going back.

........

I don't know how long it took for Xia Mian to finally wake up from his memories.

In response to Fang Cai's question, Xia Mian did not answer directly, but glanced at the girl in front of him with great complexity, and when he confronted him, he seemed to have seen through many things through those overlapping eyes, and then he opened his mouth ominously.

"Sister, I've always wondered how much you know about the calculations of your father and the high priest?"

"I didn't know about it, and it wasn't until my mother sent me to the cave to receive the remnants of the god's powers that I realized it wasn't right, but it was too late. I lost consciousness by the divine power, I didn't know what I had done, and when you killed me, I saw the corpses everywhere and regained my clarity for a moment. ”

Such an answer was expected by the little princess, she had dreamed of her sister's last gaze countless times, and she wanted to get an answer countless times, but now she finally knew everything, but there was only silence left in her heart.

It turns out that after the passage of time, no matter how much obsession there is, in the end it is just a sigh.

"Amiens, stop it. ”

Just when the little princess was shaking her head, Ah Jue looked directly at her and opened her mouth bluntly.

"You and I shouldn't be enemies at this moment, do you want the tragedy of a thousand years ago to happen again and kill your sister with your own hands again....... Back then, you killed a monster that lost consciousness, and now, you're facing me, just me, Amien, can you still hold the sword?"

"No....... Sister, I'm not who I was back then, and you're not the same you were back then. ”

The little princess's eyes flashed with clear doubts, and what blurted out was a confused murmur.

"It's too late and too late, it's the greed of the High Priest of Loulan and my father who has harmed us, why should I bear the consequences for their mistakes? I want to solve all this and save the people of the Wu Clan, but I also want to save myself. Why am I a victim of all this, so I don't want to be a so-called victim, sister, even you, don't try to order me. ”

"Amiens, I never thought to order you anything. ”

Ah Jue let out a low sigh, and through the sharp wind, her words were almost gentle.

"I just want you to follow your heart to make decisions, what do you think is good and evil, what is the resentment that lies in your heart, and what is the liberation you really want to achieve in the end? Amiens, the two of us are two, but we can become one, those things that you refuse to admit in the bottom of your heart, and things that you can't see through, I see it more clearly than you. ”

These words were so mysterious that Xia Mian didn't say anything for a long time. It wasn't until Ah Jue's words came that the excessive silence was broken.

"Do you want to know what I see in your power?"

"What do you see?" asked the little princess Loulan.

Ah Jue's eyes sank into the silence of the yellow sand of the sunset, with compassion, and his voice was extremely shallow and faint.

"Confused. ”