Even if you don't use any special ability to listen to the voice of his heart; I can't catch the slightest emotion from his calm and sea-like face.

Yin Ji's heart is as clear as a mirror.

The man in front of him was thinking about whether to kill her.

But he didn't have a hint of murderous intent.

It is not to disguise it as a disguise, to seek a fatal opportunity, simply because, for him, destroying a tool does not require superfluous emotions.

This was expected by Yin Hui.

For Yin Changying, what Yin Changying did was beyond his cognition.

If you can't understand it, you can't predict it.

On the case of ordinary people, at most, there is an extra madman at the entrance of the village, and a new bed has been added to the mental hospital, which does not pose much of a threat.

However, Yin Ji has unparalleled power, which means that she may do unreasonable things "without warning", at least inexplicably in the eyes of others.

Yin Cheng has seen too many such crazy people.

For the sake of world peace, kill all the lives of the world; felt that life was just a drama, so he grabbed tens of millions of people into his own "game" and wantonly manipulated their lives; To capture the beauty of annihilation, he destroyed hundreds of stars, causing countless creatures to fall in an instant......

All of the above are the kind of high-risk patients that the Heavenly Doctor once faced, and after violently arresting and treating them, they were directly sealed and thrown into the stellar prison, and they could never get out.

But to become a fanatic in the eyes of others?

This is the first time.

Thinking of this, Yin Ji couldn't help but laugh softly, and from Yin Changying's eyes, she clearly saw her own reflection, as well as her expression at this moment.

Gentle to the point of incredible.

There was no irony and boredom of this world, nor was there any displeasure and hostility towards Yin Changying, just a kind of compassion that bordered on sadness for the court that devoured all the warm emotions.

Everyone thinks about themselves, it's nothing, selfishness is not something that others can criticize.

But when all that is in life becomes a transaction; Everything you have is put on the table and becomes the capital to climb up; The relationship between people is only "useful to me".

Is it the court that pollutes people, or does people distort the court?

No one can intercede.

In order to live well, you can only choose this way of living; Everyone chooses this way of living, so only by climbing higher than others and being more ruthless can we live better......

Generations of people go on in a vicious circle.

But it doesn't matter.

Yin Cheng thought to herself.

They can't live, that's all, that's their business, and I'm not going to interfere with their choice.

But I was born strong and can live well anywhere.

Therefore, I will not, and do not want to be changed, by this court.

The jealousy, slander, and cold arrows of others could not completely destroy me at the root. The only one who can really kill me is myself.

The bright moonlight shone over the half-open carved wooden window and sprinkled on her body.

It was obviously a gentle and unforgettable expression, and he sat so close.

But there has never been a moment when Yin Changying felt so clearly that between the two of them, there was a distance farther than the moat.

Like a flower in a mirror, and like a moon in the water.

They are very similar, but they are very different.

He treats all the people as pawns, selects those who are useful, promotes them, and gives them riches; For the rebels, death is given.

And she loves and pities all beings equally, and those who can approach her are those who are recognized by her, and she will reciprocate their kindness to her; The evil to her is like a breeze blowing on her face, and it does not arouse half of her emotions.

Obviously, the reflection of each other is reflected in their eyes, but both Yin Ji and Yin Changying know that they are not really branded with each other's figures in their hearts.

One is the arrogance of kings.

One is the indifference of the saints.

Zheng Gao, who was standing outside the door, didn't dare to breathe, and his heart was already hanging in his throat.

He never dreamed that the National Witch would choose this moment to reveal everything.

This made him stunned at the same time, but he also felt that the sky was going to collapse in the next second, and the two strongest "witches" in the world would directly start a war.

After a brief silence, he heard the king's voice, as calm as ever: "Bring the best wine." ”

Zheng Gaoden breathed a sigh of relief, and without thinking, he immediately went to do it.

"Lord Zheng, this ......" the henchman was a little scared, "how much wine should I take in?" ”

"Take the six altars first."

The apprentice was shocked, and Zheng Gao didn't explain, so he took six jars of wine as quickly as possible and sent someone to hold it.

When they entered the side hall, they saw that Lord Guowu was a little surprised: "So many? ”

"It's such a pleasure, it's naturally worth drinking."

Lord Guowu frowned slightly: "Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your body." ”

The king said with a smile: "Let's use some desserts and soup first." ”

Zheng lowered his head and sighed in his heart.

He always thought that the king had done his best to the national witch.

No one has ever been able to get so much preferential treatment, which leads him, who follows the king day and night, to think that the national witch is special.

Therefore, he dared to leak a word or two of the king's information to the Lord Guowu, because he knew that the king would not punish him for doing so.

It was only at this moment that he understood that the former "special" was nothing.

For some reason, Zheng Gao suddenly remembered that many years ago, he used to like a pot of flowers, placed them in his room, and ordered his apprentices to take good care of them.

Even if he doesn't have time to go back to his room to rest for a day, he may not see this pot of flowers for ten days and half a month, but he will be happy when he sees it.

If it is moth-eaten, wilted, or loses a leaf, he will be furious.

But one day, the flower pot was pushed to the ground by the raccoon slave and torn apart, and the flower was also bitten by the raccoon slave.

He was very angry, and blamed the little apprentice who took care of the flower and killed the tanuki slave.

But the flower was dead, and he was a little sad and regretful, and he turned his head and forgot about the flower. Because countless people observed the words and sent him more potted flowers instead.

Even if these "new things" are not as pleasing to him as the pot of flowers, it looks good and is quite useful.

He wasn't too sad when the flowers died, and he wasn't very happy when the rest of the flowers were delivered to him.

It's just an object.

But now......

Zheng Gao silently glanced at everyone and asked everyone to retreat.

The people of the temple were very frightened - the king obviously wanted to drink, how could they do if they didn't serve?

This is six jars of wine, not six pots, which need to be opened, loaded, filtered, and a series of steps.

They are all gone, who will pour wine for the king and the king?

But these temple people didn't dare to resist Zheng Gao, so they could only retreat.

Zheng Gao also bowed down and slowly retreated.

At this moment, the side hall is an occasion for two "people", and they don't need these living decorations that can breathe and breathe.