"Why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're ruthless and smart enough, and you have a bottom line."

"Aren't you afraid that I will betray you?"

"Hahaha... Treachery? Have you ever been loyal to me? On top of that, you... There is no ambition to try to control everything. Obviously you have no loyalty, but you don't have the desire to control the life and death of others, people like you, this is really very interesting. ”

Don't have the ambition to control everything?

A young man who grew up in an era of peace, who would expect to control other people's lives and the like every day.

However, do you really have no ambitions?

Luo Xia couldn't even answer this question herself. Perhaps, it's just because Zhu Weisi and him have different concepts of ambition.

Looking at the young man who fell silent, the corners of Zhu Weisi's mouth flashed a trace of arc. He knew that he had used the right method and special means to temporarily 'subdue' Luo Xia, a guy with a temper and temperament who revealed weirdness everywhere.

"Well, please."

Knowing that the other party didn't have any good intentions, Luo Xia strangely felt a trace of the king's momentum from the other party's body. I have to complain that creatures like careerists and politicians are really whimsical and scheming when they play tricks.

Coercion and temptation failed, and a backhand move was to retreat and appropriate appreciation, which made Luo Xia lose his temper suddenly. Instead, he made himself look like the guy who got cheap and sold well?

He nodded with a straight face, feeling the cage he had just broken free from enveloping him again.

But... What the final outcome will be, no one can say.

At the same time, a dispute without gunpowder smoke was also resolved invisibly as the two reached a tacit understanding.

As time passed, the fighting and chase near the valley eventually calmed down, and the captives were escorted and slaughtered.

The brain circuits of the people of southern Xinjiang are very peculiar, and since they are hostile, they have to distinguish between life and death. There is a division between life and death not only between people, but also between armies.

"I don't know what Young Master Zhu Weisi is going to do with these people?" Luo Xia pointed to the frightened and helpless women and children in the canyon.

"Naturally, they should all be killed, or sold as slaves, and since they dare to rebel, they should accept any punishment. The truth of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, Brother Luo, you won't understand, right? Zhu Weisi glanced at Luo Xia strangely and said as it should be.

Although Luo Xia knew that the result was like this, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for a while. Even if he knew that the rules of this world had always been like this, it was not something he could easily change. But in the end, Luo Xia was still unwilling to go against his original intentions, and said to Zhu Weisi: "I want to ask you for a favor and let those women and children go." ”

Zhu Weisi's face darkened, and he stepped forward and said to Luo Xia gloomily, "Are you sure you are not too injured?" How to say such nonsense. If I can't execute my enemies, others in Southern Xinjiang will only be me Zhu Weisi, a soft-hearted fool! I'll just treat you as if you didn't say anything this time. There are some things that we shouldn't ask about, even if we're collaborators. ”

The form is not comparable to that of people, Luo Xia forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart, and reluctantly smiled: "I naturally understand this truth, but there is no specific difference between kindness and weakness in many cases. I think, as a leader, whether to choose to sit on the benefits of mercy once in a while, or blindly be brave and ruthless, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to understand, right? After all, these people are actually very difficult to threaten you and me. ”

Zhu Weisi frowned, for him who set foot on his independence for the first time to establish an independent force, it still took time to consume Luo Xia's words, and fell silent for a while. In fact, if you change any southern Xinjiang person, you will ignore Luo Xia's weak advice.

But Zhu Weisi is different, he has lived in the imperial capital of the Longtu Empire since he was a child, and he is also a decision-maker who likes to change and dares to try new things. Luo Xia's suggestion may not be unreasonable to him.

The people of southern Xinjiang have always been barbaric, but this does not mean that they do not know what to do.

Seeing this, Luo Xia stopped talking and waited until the warriors in the valley roughly squeezed all the captives together, waiting for Zhu Weisi to give the order on how to deal with it.

He whispered: "The joy of conquest belongs only to the victor, but if the conquered are still weeping, then the victor will never experience the joy of conquest." Because, a long-term conqueror, what needs to be conquered is what the heart desires. ”

"It's been more than 20 years since the Duke conquered the three provinces, but he is still unpopular... It's because it's too much... Strict... The conquered are weeping..."

Zhu Weisi is an ambitious person, and at the same time, he is not lacking in wisdom, he heard that he was hesitating with a straight look, and his eyes glanced at Luo Xia strangely.

And in his mind, he remembered his brother's face and what he said: "Father knows better than anyone else that what Southern Xinjiang needs is a moderate ruler..."

After a long time, he raised his head sharply and resolutely ordered the soldiers around him: "Kill all the men, the young men and the old people who can afford to hold weapons, and gather the women and children with children, I have other arrangements..."

He was not completely moved by Luo Xia's words, but he also left the lives of most of the captives, and he seemed to be very decisive. This made Luo Xia have nothing to say except a sigh in his heart.

After all, as a leader, treating the enemy like this is a relatively gentle means in this place.

It can even be said that it is weakness.

Zhu Weisi silently watched the tragedy in the valley, and he laughed softly in a voice that he could only hear: "So... Let my Zhu Weisi's weakness spread all over southern Xinjiang! It's not that you, Zhu Weiye, will pretend to be a good person... Hehe... Conqueror... Interesting. ”

At the same time, an uncontrollable killing intent swirled in his mind. Although he didn't know why, he suddenly wanted to kill the boy in front of him, who could always stimulate him with words...

There was always a voice telling him that if he didn't kill him now, he might make a big mistake in the future...

But on the other hand, Luo Xia helped him take the most crucial step, allowing him to break free from the cage, and it was also crucial for his future plans, and he was reluctant to kill him now...

The smell of blood and cries that permeated the valley became the final elegy and tone of the Shadow Song Brotherhood.

A hidden and huge core of power was destroyed in an instant, which makes people sigh and wonder: If the Shadow Song Brotherhood is like this, can it really exist for so many years?

Why did I always feel that something was wrong, and whether Reginald ended up talking nonsense or was it true?

But he couldn't afford to care about anything else.

After hurriedly dealing with Zhu Weisi, he found a room to lock himself up, and then fell to the ground and began to convulse.

In a battle with Rekinder, Luo Xia unexpectedly awakened the power of the bloodline. But the practice of using a large number of proliferating magic potions to overdraw his potential also paid a terrible price.

The 'lost contact' of the puppet magic stone, the power of the awakened bloodline seems to have been forgotten, and the overdrawn body is like a fragment, out of control...

"Xiaoxi, assess my condition."

"The original bloodline is too thin, and with the overdraft, it is on the verge of collapse at the genetic level, and it is impossible to assess the recovery time on its own." Xiao Xi's voice revealed a hint of worry:

"In addition, 30 years of life have been lost, leaving 170 years of natural life. In addition, more than 75% of the puppet magic stones are damaged, and the puppet's consciousness is in chaos and cannot be connected normally. ”

Nima, blood loss.

The one-time loss of 30 years of life would have been abolished long ago if it had been replaced by ordinary people. Luo Xia didn't know whether to thank Xiao Xi for helping him shape this body based on his lifespan.

But even so, he still felt the terrible consequences of his body's overdraft, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, unable to help himself with the increasing pain.

"Is there a solution?"

"Yes, infuse the remaining soul power into the puppet consciousness, let it return to normal consciousness, and then repair itself, and then perform reverse bloodline catalysis on the master. But..."

"But what?"

"The time will be very long, conservatively estimated that it will not be less than 500 days, or even longer."

Luo Xia was silent.

On the one hand, he had to be glad that this wave of chaos did not allow himself to be completely scrapped.

On the other hand, for two years, or even more, he will be a 'waste'...

But, will the current situation give him so much time?

Shadow Song's tragic revenge, the chaos of the Green Forest Alliance, and Van Gogh's entrustment, all of this pushed him forward like a burning tailfire.

There is simply no way to have two years for him to recover.

"Is there no other way?"

"In fact, there is another way, that is, to deploy a blood seed containing the same source of power, or to obtain a large amount of soul power to accelerate the growth of the puppet's consciousness."

Luo Xia glanced at Xiao Hi, who was still asleep, and shook his head: This waste is still in its infancy, and it can't be counted on at all except sleeping or sleeping. After trying the hemolytic agent so many times, even the innate bloodline it showed itself was only refined once, not to mention the blood species like 'Earth Source Power'.

It seems that with the refinement of the first earth-source bloodline, Xiao Hi's bloodline no longer has this kind of power.

As for the soul power...

Luo Xia's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have some ideas.

It's just that the misfortune is not alone, and before he can think deeply, a new crisis will envelop him again.

His consciousness was uncontrollably drawn into a dark void...

"The Beast... Are you still not willing to give up..."

For a long time, Luo Xia actually had a doubt in his heart.

That is, at the beginning, with the greed of 'eating' everything in the house world, he would easily be entangled by the 'unjust souls' of this world.

However, since the last time I chased and expelled the resentful beast in the sea of consciousness, none of this had happened.

During this period, there were not many people who died unjustly by Luo Xia's side or were directly killed by him.

Until, in the previous battle, the resentful beast erupted with a power dozens of times stronger than itself. Let him finally be convinced that his resentful beast has been silently accumulating strength, waiting for the day when it will devour itself.

Anti-customer-oriented.

However, man is not as good as heaven, the power of the resentful beast stimulated, coupled with the consciousness and pride of calmly facing life and death, so that the power of his bloodline unexpectedly awakened, coupled with the identity of the nominal master, completely restrained the power of the resentful beast.

If there is no accident, even if Luo Xia dies, he will not give the resentful beast the slightest chance to turn against him.

Except now.

Now he is almost a waste, and he is at his weakest.

When Luo Xia regained his senses again, he found himself on a 'sea of silence' shrouded in black mist.

It's a bit like the sea of consciousness that hasn't changed at the beginning, except that it's black.

A very strange sense of familiarity appeared in his heart.

"Isn't it... Feeling familiar? ”

A flickering, cold voice came from the surrounding fog.