Chapter 291
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The Sith no longer dares to slander my dearest Caesar in front of me.
Although I am weak, but, at least, in this battle, I have won.
The Sith is intelligent and perceptive.
Nor did my slightest pride of victory hide from his eyes.
When his consciousness caught this, there was some poison in his eyes.
Yes, poison.
The Sith was poisonous, his body, his heart, every cell in his body was soaked in venom.
At the right time, in all aspects of his association with this society, if he is not careful, he will release his venom, which he will use to maintain his dignity.
And at this moment, the venom mechanism in Sith's body has obviously begun to work.
"I understand something." Now, he said. "I understand your pride, you little character. Are you complacent just because you took advantage of something? However, I am fully confident that you will be punished and pay the price. ”
At this moment, he looked at me, his gaze sinister and elusive, and the expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was particularly unappetizing to me.
Clearly, though, the Sith didn't mind how I felt at the moment.
He snorted in his nostrils, and then said, "You like Tingxiao, don't you?" You can see that you are an emotional person. ”
"I would like anyone who is kind, caring, respectful. If you're that kind of person, I'll like you too. It's a pity that you're not. ”
The Sith's face stiffened for a moment at my words, but soon his usual expression returned.
"Lyle, don't reason with me, especially these big ones." Sith said.
"If the rulers who stand on a high place do not have a great reason as their soul, then they are like clowns who stand in that position, they cannot support anything, and the world they build will collapse sooner or later."
The Sith listened to me say this, and the look on his face looked even more embarrassed.
I knew he should be embarrassed and aware of his humility. In this regard, he can never compare to Caesar, Caesar's heart, the strength of his heart, and the strength and unsurpassed of the theoretical system he has built in his heart, which makes him a great man.
The Sith's mind almost collapsed under my words, and I could tell that he was struggling with his emotions.
I spoke of the weakness of the Sith and spoke of his weakness with a burst of blood.
Perhaps, these weaknesses of his are also known to him on weekdays. It's just that he never wants to face it, he doesn't want to admit it.
When I hit him in the sore spot, his mood was up and down, even though he didn't want to admit it.
On the one hand, his heart is unwilling to admit it, and on the other hand, he resists it with all his might. He was trying his best to hide his expression, and on the other hand, he was trying to find something else to compensate for his heart.
He succeeded, because he was originally a veteran of doing this, and only by constantly affirming himself, and constantly making himself satisfied and balanced, was actually a driving force and supporting factor for him to get to where he is today. Perseverance is one thing, and balancing oneself at the right time is also one side of wisdom.
Apparently, in the face of my theory, he collapsed for a moment. Soon, though, he was on his feet again, and very fast.
He quickly found balance, what hit me, what constrained me, and what brought me down.
"In this world," he said coldly now, "I have never believed in morality, benevolence. These things are all excuses for the weak to not be successful. "What I believe in is strength, my ability to control the world, and the ability to control and control anyone around me." Sith looked at me as he spoke, and now, as his words progressed, so did his self-confidence and self-confidence.
I also looked at him, quietly waiting for the results, and I did want to know what he was trying to say. I think that his set of theories is nothing more than the ambition to be the king and the heart of a villain that the world fears.
However, in retrospect, what happened next was indeed a bit unexpected to me.
Looking back now, I realize more deeply that the Sith is indeed a master of manipulating people and making people feel terrifying.
The Sith saw the way I looked at him, and besides continuing to dissect and disintegrate me with his sharp eye, I saw a hint of smugness in his eyes, and it seemed that he had mastered enough to strike me.
"Lyle, you are a man of affection and righteousness," said Sith, "and your affection makes your life colorful." But you also have to know that in this world, there is never anything absolutely good and nothing absolutely bad. When you have a good thing, you often pay the same price when you enjoy its blessings, and the more favors you receive, the greater the price you pay, and sometimes, what seems to be what makes you what makes you ends up destroying you. "When the Sith said this, some of the contents in his eyes were even more abundant." Lyle, right now, that's exactly what happens to you. ”
I didn't know what he was trying to say, but seeing him look like this made me feel a little uneasy. I felt like the Sith was trying to say something, and it was going to be able to hold me.
I had a vague sense of unease.
I wouldn't say, he won.
I will not say that he is the final winner of a game, on the contrary, I will say that such a person, even if he wins, can only win for a moment and a half, and he can never be the final winner.
A person like him has only been in the time tunnel at most, but the end of history will never be written by such a person.
However, although he must be in the past tense, at the node of this past tense, he has created brilliance, and his role is huge. Even if it is a disaster, the devastation is enormous.
At this moment, he was looking at me, his eyes shining, but the light was vicious.
"Lyle," he spoke again. "You like Tingxiao, that's good. I can tell she likes you, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked offending me just now. She would rather be punished for your sake. As a human being, or a vampire, it is blissful to have love. ”