The tip of the knife gently pressed against Tu Zimeng's chin, but there was not the slightest fear in her heart, only frustration and shame. This close face appeared in her dreams countless times, and was ruthlessly destroyed by her countless times, but when he really appeared in front of her, she couldn't do anything. Two tears slowly slipped down, she did not immediately answer the other party's words, but looked at this face with a smile, even if it was painted with oil paint and covered with dust, it still did not lose the handsome face of the Qingqiu fox boy. The neat flat head has turned gray at this time, and the three oil paints that can no longer be seen in the original color, are drawn from the left forehead to the right side of the chin. A pair of bright eyes, shimmering in oil paint, and lips dyed black and gray by oil paint, always with a relaxed smile.

"Have you thought about it, think about it carefully, follow me, won't you have more chances for revenge!" Murong Yaoyang asked.

Wiping the tears on her face, Tu Zimeng's gaze became firm again, as one of the remaining Qingqiu nobles in the West Bolia area, such a failure is absolutely not allowed, not to mention that in order to survive in the world, she must not only sacrifice her freedom, but also please her enemies, she can't do it: "It's better to die proudly than to live in humiliation, you better kill me, if you want me to be your servant, I'd rather die!"

"Death, hehe, in the eyes of adults, you and I are just 10-year-old children, what do you say about death or not death, do you understand what death is? You are just repeating other people's words to me, do you really understand the meaning of this sentence?" Murong Yaoyang raised his eyebrows and scoffed at Tu Zimeng's words.

Tu Zimeng smiled sadly: "Of course I understand, like my parents, like my people, never sleep and never wake up, and finally turn to dust, that is death! I live for revenge, but now, I can't even kill the enemy's son, what kind of revenge, in the cruel jungle of West Buria, if you can't kill your enemy, you can only be killed." If you can't take revenge, there is no point in living, if you want me to obey you, just steal your life, there is no way!"

"What you say does make sense, but it is just imposed on you by the dead, like a heavy burden, weighing on you forever......"

"Who would be willing to carry such a burden, it is not thanks to your father and son! If it weren't for you, our North Qingqiu would not have been exterminated, and we would still be the largest Qingqiu fox tribe, living happily in this land forever. But now ......" has not finished speaking, and Tu Zimeng has long been unable to cry.

Murong Yaoyang gently scraped away the tears on her face with the back of the knife, and then pressed her lips with the back of the knife, and said, "Shhhh I don't want to kill you, I don't want to tell you anything, and I don't want to tell you what the meaning of life is, because I don't understand that, and I want to know it too. Maybe I'm alive today because I want to figure out what it means to be alive. But one thing I know very well is that when you are alive, everything you pursue is meaningful, and when you die, everything is meaningless! Therefore, being alive is the premise of everything, being alive should be your only goal at present, and only by being alive can you take revenge, and only when you have a chance to take revenge!"

Tu Zimeng lowered his head and was silent, if he had a choice, no one would want to die. She has just turned ten years old, and she has not yet enjoyed the many good things in this world, how can she want to die. She wants to take revenge with her own hands, and then get rid of this life of not being able to survive, not being able to die, and worrying and fearful all day long. But if she wants to change all this, she has to continue to endure this dark life, she doesn't know how long she can last, now she has only pain in her heart, she only feels that life is her misfortune, and death is the best relief!

Murong Yaoyang looked around, and then slowly approached Tu Zimeng's ear, who wanted to dodge, but was gently slapped back by the dagger: "Don't move, I have something to say." ”

The cold blade made her dare not move, and she looked at the face with apprehension and approached a little bit: "Actually, Murong Chuanyun is not my father, maybe he is still my enemy!" After speaking, the face also squeezed his eyes, as if what he just said was just a little secret between good friends, and it was not some exciting news.

Tu Zimeng was stunned for half a second, and quickly realized that the other party was lying to him, so he showed a look of disdain: "I don't believe it!"

"Of course you won't believe it, not even myself, but what happened recently made me gradually believe it, especially this news, which was told to me by my master Ji Yuruo!"

Of course Tu Zimeng is no stranger to the name Ji Yuruo, this person is her savior, if these are really what she said, then she will definitely believe it.

Of course, you can still choose not to believe it, because this is only my side of the story, not what you have seen with your own eyes. But as long as you don't die, you can go to her to confirm that what I said is true or false. So, if I lie to you, it doesn't make sense at all, and the reason why I'm telling you this is to let you know that I'm not having an easy time either. The truth will always come out one day, and revenge is only a matter of time, but there must be a condition to achieve this, a crucial condition, and that is to live!"

After listening to Murong Yaoyang's words, Tu Zimeng's heart finally began to hesitate and began to waver. At this time, a petite girl, with a playful and cute appearance, walked over. The black hair was cut short to look simple and neat, the blue eyes had brown pupils that were round and bright, the dexterous triangular ears that rotated flexibly, the ruddy mouth was flanked by two long whiskers that stretched beyond the cheeks, and the neck covered with fine white soft fur was tied with a small black belt with a silent bell hanging from it. Just looking at this look, all the adjectives you can think of must be cute, well-behaved, cute and the like, but when you see that her fat palm is holding a bloody piece of human flesh, you won't think so.

"Young Master, I have already shaved your favorite leg muscles, fat, for you!" said the short-haired girl with an indifferent expression.

"Very good!" Murong Yaoyang took the raw meat from the girl's hand, and said while biting, "Go, bring one to Zimeng, the rest of the meat will be processed as soon as possible, and then each person will be given a piece, hurry up, and leave here before dawn!"

"Yes!"

Murong Yaoyang bit the flesh in his hand with a big mouth, blood dripping from his hands and mouth little by little, and Tu Zimeng could even clearly see the bright red muscle texture. Such a bloody and heavy-mouthed picture, the appearance of life, no one can stand it, and anyone wants to become blind immediately. She endured the tumbling of the river and the sea in her abdomen, and her legs unconsciously moved backwards, trying to escape from the raw food beast in front of her. But the other party didn't let her get her wish, and hugged her with his free hand, and then cracked his blood-stained lips, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth, and four canine teeth were sharp and well-developed.

"If you want to survive, you must learn to survive, even my sister can eat, don't tell me you can't? You shouldn't have eaten for a day or two, don't worry, fresh meat will arrive soon, let's find a place after eating, sit down and talk slowly!"

"Vomit", Tu Zimeng finally couldn't hold back, tilted his head to the side and vomited. She hadn't eaten for a day or two nights, she couldn't vomit, she vomited bile, and her mouth was sour, bitter and astringent.

Looking at the pretty face that was vomiting, Murong Yaoyang showed a trace of unbearability, but it quickly disappeared. Without waiting for the short-haired girl, she directly handed the remaining small piece of meat in her hand to the other party, and said coldly: "I can't stand this crime, and I want to take revenge." Didn't you understand what I just said, open your mouth and eat it!"

Tu Zimeng covered his mouth with both hands, shook his head firmly, and stared at Murong Yaoyang fiercely, among the blue pupils, there was the anger of hatred and hatred, the unwillingness to become a captive of his own body, and the horror of not being able to bear to look directly and eating human flesh raw!

Sighing softly, Murong Yaoyang pinched Tu Zimeng's chin, and before the other party could react, he quickly stuffed the remaining small piece of meat into the delicate cherry mouth and forced it to swallow it.

"How about it, it tastes good!" The corners of Murong Yaoyang's blood-soaked mouth were slightly upturned, looking like a devil from the Nine Hells.