1590: C1590 Actually It Doesn't Matter

C1590 Actually It Doesn't Matter

2Everyone's face is full of self-blame.

Actually, it was really close.

Just a little bit more.

As long as he was a little faster.

If he was a little faster, he wouldn't have to worry about anything else.

Why were they a little slower?

They should have noticed Mu Shinian's mistake earlier.

If they had known earlier, she wouldn't have let it go so easily.

Perhaps, he might as well have concealed it from her earlier.

These were all things that could be done.

However, they chose to be the most honest and told her everything. Then, they believed that they had the ability to stop her.

Why...

Bo Qian laughed. He was very contemptuous. He vented all the hatred that Mu Shinian did not see on them. "Is that so? Not necessarily?"

... ""

The few of them looked at each other and exchanged glances. Then, they all gathered on Bo Qian.

"Young Master Bo said so. Did he think of a way to deal with it?"

Bo Qian snorted lightly. His voice was a little sloppy. "This matter is not over yet. Mu Shinian has already approached. It means that she has already torn open a hole. Didn't you guys say that there is no flaw at all? She has already passed. This is the greatest variable."

Wasn't the situation extremely stable, not having the initiative?

Mu Shinian went over.

Once she went over, she at least won half of the initiative.

If the other party could let her go, then she would probably not make any moves.

If the other party didn't let her go, then she probably wouldn't let the other party have a good time either.

So what if she was alone and helpless... She was used to fighting alone and never relied on others!

She would treat the sincerity of others as glass, crush them, and crush them. She would also turn around and leave without any hesitation.

Saying that she had human feelings on her was a bit overestimating her.

She was a cold-blooded monster.

She had things she remembered, people she remembered.

For this, she could easily abandon those who cared about her, turn around, and throw herself into the sea of fire without any hesitation. Even if she was cut into pieces, or even if she was doomed beyond redemption, she still felt that it was the best.

Perhaps, if her life was exchanged for hers, she might even feel that she had repaid the kindness that he had done for her back then.

Look, how foolish.

How stupid.1

He was originally going to mercilessly laugh at her and make fun of her.

All these years, he had been standing behind the scenes, secretly expanding his own power. He didn't care if it was exposed or not. He only wanted those people to fall from a high place and be smashed to pieces.

He watched as the others struggled in the mud. He didn't even blink as he made a final cut.

He didn't kill innocents.

But these people had indeed offended his people.

Since he had offended them before, he shouldn't think about it.

He didn't care how many people lost their lives, how many people lost their wives and children, what did it have to do with him? If he were to investigate the cause and effect, wouldn't it still be you who brought it upon yourself? As for him, it would be thousands of times more.

He had long lost his true feelings.

This heart was black, the blood all over his body, cold.

He really did not kill innocents.

But he was not much better.

His whole body was dirty.

Those eyes had seen too much darkness, too much blood. Sometimes, when he looked down from a high place, he would see countless bloody hands reaching out from the mud, trying to pull him down.

Several times, he almost jumped down.

Look, no.

He stabilized himself.

He didn't do anything.

He watched, then took a step back and left hell.

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