As Jian Xixin finished speaking, a commotion immediately appeared in the quiet side hall.

However, when a small-sized cold light appeared in his eyes, the silver light would immediately make the area quiet whenever it passed by someone.

Rebellion is to behead. No one has ever thought about the rebellion of the Qin Emperor. This is simply digging a grave! But even if you dig a grave, you will have time to lie down. If you offend Jian Huaxin, you will immediately be in a different place!

I don’t know which powerful man has said that the control of the lower one’s control over the lower one is never emotion, interest, but respect, and fear!

If you don’t accept it, you will be convinced! If you don’t accept it, you will be afraid! If you don’t respect it, you will be respected! If you don’t fear it…maybe you still not fear it?

Zhou of Shang was tyrannical, and the whole world fought against each other. Emperor Qin was tyrannical, and the world was intimidated! The difference was not the two methods, but the people who used this method, which was the fundamental!

If Ying Mo dared to say such things in public, his group that was already in power would immediately disappear, and the tree fell and the money ran away! No one rebelled with him and pushed him in the east window, everywhere! However, when this words were said by Jian Xixin, even if everyone was panicked, they would not dare to openly object. Even if they did not dare to report them!

Jian Xixin is too strong, so strong that he is like Ying Huang, standing in a position that they cannot understand! The strong have the privileges of the strong!

In contrast to his subordinates, Ying Mo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. I am afraid that he may not have had such crazy thoughts in his heart!!!

Ying Mo didn't know that the Qin Dynasty had a small six paths, and the position of Emperor Qin was destined, and it was not his turn. But he had unparalleled wisdom. He had a sharp eye and clearly understood the meaning of his father Ying Pan! Yong Hou! Yong Hou! Gender is also a doctrine of the mean! His fate was long ago been criticized for a lifetime! Ying Mo didn't want to be a king and a prince!

"Sir... I don't know, how sure are you!"

It’s one thing to have a thought in your heart, but it’s another thing to make a decision. Ying Moshu said this obviously and plucked up a lot of courage!

Clang!

A counselor shook his hand and fell down the silver plate. He opened his mouth wide and stared at Ying Mo, incredible!

In the Qin Dynasty, the status of warriors is unparalleled, far higher than that of civil officials. Even if Jian Xixin shouts to rebel in front of Ying Pan, he probably won’t do anything to him.

Ying Mo is different. He wants to behead his head when he says such words, and even Jian Huaxin can't protect him. Unless everyone has the strength to defeat Ying Pan, this is impossible. Ying Huang is invincible, which is recognized by every citizen. Therefore, the strategist Jia felt that his master was crazy.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him. As an old minister under Ying Mo, he was even more in Prince Mo's family. In the past, Ying Mo would respect the opinions of the counselor Jia.

However, today, Ying Mo didn't even look at him, and the afterglow that Jian Xixin accidentally revealed in the corner of his eyes. The cold chill made the counselor Jia Yaguan tremble.

Down..."

After finally suppressing his fear, the counselor Jia shook the feather fan. As soon as he spoke, he responded not to Ying Mo's kind-hearted inquiring gaze, but to a cold sword light!

Whoosh! Boom!

A wise man, the counselor whom the prince has relied on for ten years, turned into ashes in the eyes of everyone.

The blood mist exploded, let alone the feather fan and the scarpment, apart from the rich scarlet mist, this wise man who "destroyed the enemy into ashes while chatting and laughing" did not even leave half a piece of meat.

The smell of fishy smell spread, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and geese on the dining table were plated with dark red. The silver plate reflected no longer a brilliant white light, but a blood-colored cold light.

vomit!

I don’t know which minister who was used to enjoying the rich and elegant clothes could not bear the strong smell of fishy smell, and he vomited it directly.

Undoubtedly, no one will comfort him now, and everyone will be shocked. What's even more disheartening is that Ying Mo did not make any statement about the death of the counselor Jia. It's like, it's like there's never such a person under his command. His slightly fanatical eyes were completely focused on the sword washing his mind and body. This is too realistic and too cold and thin!

Jian Xixin also didn't think that there was anything wrong with killing people casually. When the horizon gradually broadened and stood in a position that ordinary people could not understand, the things that once defined cruelty were no longer cruel.

"Twenty percent!"

Jian Xixin raised his two fingers, and he did not underestimate himself. According to his current state, he was indeed only 20% sure to kill Emperor Ying. It was a kill, not a defeat. He did not know that the Qin Dynasty had hidden secrets that even the heavens were deterred, but he could feel that the huge imperial city brought a faint threat! The mighty pressure of a primitive giant beast.

Ying Mo took a breath when he heard this. His face did not appear as despair or loss, but surprise. Even some of the silly strategists suddenly lit up!

If Jian Xixin said that he was 100% or 80% sure to kill Emperor Ying, then everyone would probably go home and buy a coffin, lie in, and wait for burial. But if he knew that the opportunity was only 20%, the moisture would undoubtedly be much smaller, and even no moisture at all.

It is also unattainable and can only look up to the heights, and there is no rational comparison at all. The only thing that can be used for comparison is just the trade-offs of emotion.

Ying Mo was very happy, and then he looked at the old people with the old people to show that he had not forgotten them.

The dinner at the same hall of the master and minister was really full of twists and turns - from grace to fear to hope!

Jian Xixin swept the sects on both sides of the long table casually, twisted the neck that had just been connected, and his cold and ruthless eyes were as similar to Emperor Ying.

"The so-called 20% of the injury is because the injury has not been healed. If Prince Mo can provide some convenience, after his injury is healed, he may not be less sure of 40% or 50%. Moreover, I have a good person who has reached the realm of heaven and man. If he is willing to take action..."

The indifferent words were like throwing a torpedo in the calm lake just now, buzzing everyone with a tinkling ear!

All the sects are already numb, looking at their noses and their hearts, and they don’t care whether the sword is boasting or not. Everyone is a grasshopper with the same rope, and they have advances and no retreats. Just looking at the sword is cruel and cruel means, you will know that he will not give everyone a chance to turn against the water. Then, you can only close your eyes and walk all the way to the dark.

Ying Mo's eyes were bright, and he no longer had the prince's calmness and stood up suddenly.

"Sir...Sir...this is true..."

The voice trembled. Even if he admired Jian Huaxin very much, he couldn't help asking this question. The robe was knocked over and the dishes were covered with greasy sleeves, Ying Mo didn't care about these details at all. He supported the table with his hands, closed his five fingers, and inadvertently, the iron wood was pinched into pieces, and the joints were slightly white.

Happiness comes too quickly...too suddenly!!!

Jian Xixin smiled indifferently, and his calm eyes met the fanaticism!

"First, if I want to restore my entire life, it will not be a moment of success, and I need a lot of auxiliary medicines. Second, the one who is good at me is not as good as the world's fireworks. If I want to ask him to take action, I will not be sure."

Ying Mo regained some rationality and calmed down a little. He saw his eyes flashing, obviously weighing the pros and cons.

"Sir, it doesn't matter whether you can hire a helper. Helping you recover from your injury is even more important. Once you have something to do, Xiao Wang dares to follow. Xiao Wang can still wait for the time!"

From Ying Mo's standpoint, he didn't think he could invite a second person who was like a sword to help him.

You should not be too greedy in life. If you are used to eating the strong and closed-door soup, he certainly understands how insignificant his reputation is for the real strong. Besides, he does not think that the resources he has can afford to support the second strongest. Even if Jian Huaxin is not mentioned, can Ying Mo really treat the other party badly and be greedy?

Isn’t Ying Liu Bei? With Xu Shu, I still think of Zhuge.

Jian Huaxin was very satisfied with Ying Mo's attitude. Gradually, he liked the country of "Qin". The strong man came and spoke with his fists!

"That's great. So, should you discuss the details? And, everyone...whether it is going to go!"

The voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were a little erratic, just like the hot summer sunshine was suddenly blocked by dark clouds. The snow flew in June, covered in silver!

Jian Xixin held the hilt with one hand, but his expression was comfortable. He didn't care about the pollution of blood and energy. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

What happened next basically has nothing to do with him. Although the details are not important and are essential in Qin State. But this is not the strength of Jian Huaxin.

Ying Mo had a gloomy face, stared at the retainer Qingke who was silent, and suddenly sneered...

............

"If, one day, you get everything but you can't get what you want, what would you do?"

Chu Xiang stood in front of a small stall, looking at the vulgar vendor in patched clothes, and asked.

The bustling crowd around him seemed to have not noticed him. Even the spotless white clothes were so eye-catching.

Scattered stalls are set up one after another, just as night is the best time for business on the street. Talented people traveling at night and the rich men looking for fun are all sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of vendors.

"This, this young man, little man, doesn't understand what you are talking about. May I ask, do you have anything to do? If, if not, little man... I still have to do business."

The vendor stuttered and his face was full of bitterness. He was already staring at Chu Xiang's mumbling eyes, as if thousands of ants were crawling under his body, and the chilling feeling penetrated directly into his backbone.

Chu Xiang heard this and did not leave. Although his actions seriously affected the normal business of the vendors. But he didn't care. He believed that the vendors didn't care. These people were lucky.

"If, one day, you finally enter the palace and steal what you dream of, what would you do?"

It was still a faint tone, so light that it was paler than rice paper.

The vendor was clever and a trace of light appeared in his squinting eyes, but the next moment, he collapsed under some substantial majesty. His vulgar figure became even more hunched, and the vendor's legs were trembling.

That was the fastest pair of legs in the world, but now, in front of Chu Xiang, he couldn't even move.

The vendor opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue or simply expel the guests. But he couldn't make any sound at all. His heart was blank and his mind was empty.

Will keep it in stock, just like... as before."

The hawker's eyes trembled, that was a struggle, not a numbness that was controlled by others. Controlling others' minds is too low-level, and Chu Xiang disdains to do it. It is the power of the gods and men to be willing to surrender.

"So, what after..."

Just like the official interviewer interrogating prisoners, although the hawkers are indeed criminals and habitual criminals, unfortunately, Chu Xiang is not an official interviewer.

The vendor's body trembled again, but somehow, after giving up the struggle, what he got was not the expected torture, the deprivation of any meaning or rights for himself, but a kind of ease, unprecedented ease.

The vendor still didn't dare to raise his head and looked directly at Chu Xiang. But he no longer trembled. His vulgar figure gradually stretched and stood up!

"In the future, maybe, I will start with other targets."

Just like chatting with people, the vendor is no longer afraid of Chu Xiang. Because he felt the broad mind of the sea opposite. It is a mind that no wise ruler or famous minister cannot match, and it is a tool that tolerate the world.

Chu Xiang ignored it and looked up and looked at Yueerwan, who was one of the largest numbers than yesterday. In a few days, it will be another full moon night.

"If, one day, you get everything and steal everything, what will you do? If, at that time, you realize that what you want is not the result you have obtained, but the process, or something else. If, when you are facing a glittering and empty face, what will you do?"

The vendor opened his mouth and closed it again. He had never thought about this question, just like, he didn't understand why Chu Xiang would ask him the mysterious question at first.

This is not something that ordinary people should think about.

The vendor was silent and Chu Xiang left. After a long time, several laughing girls walked past the stall, and the sound of playfulness interrupted his thoughts.

Only then did he realize that the mysterious customer had left.

A cool breeze blew, which made him feel excited. The vendor was a little excited and waved his hands at a couple who obviously wanted to shop in front of him, refused to answer the customer, and then packed up the stall.

Inadvertently, he glanced inwardly towards the imperial city and sighed. There was a gloom.

"Maybe, I will destroy all those things..."

The vendor whispered like this and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"So, I'm just a mortal."
To be continued...