"No, they're not fighting for me......," Iron Slag said, shaking his head, "they're fighting for themselves, for the faith in their hearts, for dignity and glory." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Does it make a difference?" Bi Qinglan said disapprehantly, "The so-called faith, the so-called glory, are just tools of the ruler. People are always ignorant, they need to be guided and confused, they need a vague goal that hangs ahead and they work for. She faced the iron slag and asked, "As a team leader, you have been in contact with many high-level people on the world stage, don't you still understand this simple truth?" ”

Iron Slag was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "Perhaps, what you said is right. Sometimes, I use some deception, but ......," he paused, "it doesn't mean that I agree." ”

"Did you think the same way when you took the thunder hammer from You Singer?" Bi Qinglan smiled slightly and asked.

Iron Slag was completely silent.

"Yuge Lombard, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley, Eva Green, Mu Yu Qinxin, which of them is not a qualified ruler, and which one disagrees with such a view?" Bi Qinglan put away her smile and said earnestly, "I don't say this to embarrass you, but I hope you can look at the problem from more angles." ”

"I also have faith, I have a sense of pride, and I also want my race to be strong." She stroked her chest and said, "But this world gives us too few choices......

"Whether it is in science and technology, or in the possession and accumulation of resources, the great nobles are at least two hundred years ahead of us."

"It's impossible for us to stand up to them, we don't even have the qualifications to be their opponents."

"Three years ago, a major of the expeditionary force dared to tease me, the holy woman who represents the Spirit Snake Temple."

"We are so weak that anyone dares to take a bite."

"Internal worries lead to external humiliation, which will remain unchanged through the ages."

"We need unity, ancient and brilliant lines, and we need to concentrate all our resources and talents to enter the mainstream world and get back our share of interests."

"Only in this way can we gradually grow stronger and change the fate of the race!" Bi Qinglan clenched her fists and said loudly.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded solemnly in agreement.

"The horned rhino, the war bear, and the ancients all have a deep affection for brilliance. They dwell on the past, stagnate and stagnate. ”

"And in this world, the only one who can convince them is you, the Thunderhammer owns."

Iron slag seemed to smell a hint of unspeakable meaning, and frowned imperceptibly.

"Imagine a united Far East, plus the Wormworms who responded to the Thunderhammer call, and were supported by the Templar princess and the future Moon Prayer Sacrifice......"

"In time, the world will be ours!" Turquoise blue eyes flashed with excitement, "Everything you want, you can get it." ”

"You are the ......king of the Far East," she smiled, seducing, "I am yours, the three thousand sisters here are all yours, play as you want, bully as you want." ”

Bi Qinglan pasted it over, and with her jade onion-like fingers, she drew circles on his shoulders, and said meaningfully, "As long as you like it, no matter your age, your character, whether it is steaming or boiling, killing or chopping, only you can't think of it, and there is nothing you can't do." ”

"What about ......," Iron Slag hesitated, "what about the Flame of Glory?" ”

"Faith is just a formality. The most important thing is the ...... strength," Bi Qinglan persuaded, "As long as we have enough strength, we can do what we want to do, such as improving the status of the insect, changing the status quo of the Northern Wilderness, and so on......"

"What do you mean......" Iron Slag asked with a blank face, "like you, to change your faith and move closer to the true God?" ”

"It's only temporary." Bi Qinglan emphasized.

Iron Slag fell silent again, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Maybe ......"

"I'm not a qualified leader, not even ......"

"Not a qualified man."

"But at least, I can't discredit twenty-nine thousand five hundred and twelve Heroic Spirits."

"With their blood and zeal, they proved their faith to the world."

"Before the fire, there was no compromise."

Bi Qinglan looked at the iron slag with a calm expression and said, "I respect your faith, and I also respect the sacrifice of twenty-nine thousand five hundred and twelve heroic spirits, but in the current situation, we need to learn to be flexible, and there is never more than one path to victory." ”

"Actually......" Iron Slag raised his head, as if talking to himself, "I am a very simple person, and in this world of deceit, truth and falsehood, I can't tell right from wrong." ”

Iron Slag stared at the girl in front of him, "But I know that some things can be compromised, and some things can't. Even if it's death, it can't. ”

"Okay...... Bi Qinglan sighed and said helplessly, "I admit it, I don't believe you." Who wants you to be the proudest Norses in the world~"

"Thank you." Iron Slag said.

"Then let's change the topic and talk about the aid fund of half a million group." Bi Qinglan said with a smile.

Iron slag spread out his hands and made a look of "I don't want money, but I want to die".

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the banquet hall of the Golden Snake Palace, Biqing set up a banquet to entertain iron slag.

This banquet hall is thousands of square meters in size, with carved beams and painted buildings on the top, gold and gold paintings, gold silk carpets on the bottom, and embroidered curtains on the walls, elegant and luxurious, and extraordinary.

There was only a round table in the middle. The table top was large, more than fifteen meters in diameter, and there were only two places arranged next to the table.

What's even more peculiar is that there are only a few delicate appetizers on such a large table, only three kinds of sour radish, boiled peanuts in brine and chilled cucumbers.

"Welcome, Lord Iron Slag." Bi Qinglan raised her slender glass and said with a smile, "Please forgive me for any inconsiderate hospitality." ”

"When~"

The two touched lightly and drank it all.

The wine in the cup is a bamboo leaf green wine that is a specialty of the distant mountains, with a light smell but a very mellow taste, as if it is viscous and rich that cannot be dissolved. The bamboo leaf green wine brewed by the Green Snake clan is one of the best, and is praised by the Far Easterners as "Qiong Jelly Jade Liquid".

Iron slag is an alcoholic, and as soon as he drinks it, he knows that it is a good thing, and he almost wants to bring it up and take it back......

"This is the bamboo leaf green wine made by my third uncle, which needs to go through 36 processes, which is a little different from the 18 processes on the market. When you leave, take some back and try them out for your brothers. "Bi Qinglan's eyes are like shuttles, and she naturally sees through the thoughts of iron slag.

"Thank you." Iron slag hugged his fists and made an ancient salute and thanked him. ，

Next to the dinner table, there was a tall girl. She has short hair, is in a three-and-seven, and wears a black masculine gown with a white shirt and a small red bow tie, which has a neutral aesthetic. There are not only male upright and handsome, but also female water song and softness.

Looking from the front, the sword eyebrows are starry, heroic, and the curvature of the chest is faintly visible. From the rear, the hips/flaps are tight, the pelvis is open, the waist is very slender, only a single hand, and the shoulders are wider than the average woman, like a horizontal inverted triangle. On the whole, the body shape is biased towards western women, and it is somewhat similar to Eva.

The iron slag was not recognized at first glance, but it was clear at the second glance. She is Bi Qinglan's assistant in the academy - Li Bing.

Li Bing has always been cold to him back then, and he seems to be a little contemptuous and hostile. Now, there was still a trace of arrogance and contempt between those eyebrows, and he was uncomfortable to see.

Although Bi Qinglan and her clones would also show similar expressions, they were obviously pretending to be angry with him. And Li Bing was naked/naked, naked contempt, clearly looking down on him. As for why he looked down on him, he was also puzzled. It stands to reason that they had very little contact and did not say a few words at all. This hostility is almost unfounded.

After the iron slag finished drinking, Li Bing stepped forward to pour it for him, and the action was straightforward, polite and decent, neither humble nor arrogant.

Under normal circumstances, that's fine. But now Bi Qinglan has put on a low posture, as a subordinate, she has this attitude, which has to be thought-provoking.

Could it be that it was deliberately shown to him?

"Pour me a cup of tea, thank you." Iron Slag said, he suddenly wanted to try, in the face of his request, how would Li Bing react.

"Yes, sir." Li Bing walked to the side of the cart, poured the tea, and brought it over.

Although everything seemed normal, when she walked to the side of the iron slag, her hand suddenly shook, and the hot tea suddenly poured out, falling to the iron slag.

"Wow......" Even if the iron slag skin is rough and thick, it doesn't hurt it, and the boiling water of seventy or eighty degrees is poured on that place, it is enough for him to bear it.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Li Bing said calmly, picking up a napkin to wipe the iron slag.

"With your clothes." Turquoise Blue's cold voice sounded behind itself. Li Bing was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, then took off her coat, rolled them together, and was about to lean over to wipe them, but the voice came again, "I mean......" she stretched out her voice, "Shirt." ”

Li Bing was immediately stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning suddenly, and twisted his head stiffly, looking at Bi Qinglan. The round apricot eyes were full of disbelief.

Bi Qinglan didn't look at her, picked up the wine glass to herself, and took a sip.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely oppressive, as if even the sound of breathing became heavy. Li Bing trembled, clenched his fists, and his cheeks were so red that they were about to drip water.

After about ten seconds, she slowly raised her hand, ripped off her bow tie, and unbuttoned it one by one.

As far as the eye can see, it is snow-white. Under that shirt, there is a "vacuum"!

The two points are raised, red as blood, like cherries falling in the snow.

"Let's ...... Let Jean ......" Li Bing took his shirt, leaned over and lowered his head, and wiped it carefully.

The iron slag leaned back, and the back in front of him was dazzlingly white, and people couldn't help but want to try the feel.