"Aren’t beasts born to be human tools? They refuse to serve , so I can only use my ans to force them." Sikong Yanya sat on the big branch of the tree and leaned slightly.
"Does this mindset belong to everyone here?" Shenlian Yingyue played with the purple flower in her hand.
"This is common sense here. Only you feel pity for those beasts. Here, power takes everything. The strong can be the ruler, and the weak have no right to speak. Power is everything. Either we die, or they die. If the beasts here are stronger than human beings, they will force human beings to be their slaves and hand over the territories to them."
"The human being fought with other races. The other races fought with human beings. Whoever is the winner will have the privilege to sit on the throne and control the world and their fates. The losers will beco the winners’ slaves."
"I need the beasts’ power and their strength to assist my subordinates. And I have the power to control their life and death, so why not?" Sikong Yanya never spoke too many words at the sa ti. Today, perhaps because the atmosphere was rarely peaceful for her, she spoke everything out.
Shenlian Yingyue was silent, as were Zhiyi, Xie Xie, Huan Huan, and Zhi Zhi inside the Ethereal Small World.
Even if they hated this person for putting the forbidden spell on them and forcing them to do those cruel tasks, they couldn’t help but agree with her.
She was right; there was no right and no wrong. Whoever has the power will rule over everything, even their fates.
If it were before, they would not listen to her words. But the longer they stayed with the master,the more they’ve learned to stand on the middle side, regardless of the situation.
They looked at all perspectives and began to understand the logic of everything. They didn’t deny Sikong Yanya’s words, but they would not forgive her for what she had done to them.
Understanding is one thing, but to let them feel fine after being used by her, they were not so generous. They hated her, and they will never forget what she did to them.
"You know, your personality is too soft. If I’m not wrong, you’ve solved the forbidden spell on those magic beasts, and you may have expected them to be your partners." Sikong Yanya lifted the corner of her lips.
Shenlian Yingyue’s face was plain. She wasn’t surprised that Sikong Yanya figured this out. Everyone here is smart. They are not just the characters in the books that were described by the authors: the supporting roles are brainless, vicious, full of calculation, arrogant, and so on.
Here, everyone is independent, and they have their own ways and feelings.
"I can’t be as pure as you. I was born in an environnt where I had to drink blood for survival and kill others for survival. I have to open my eyes even when I’m in bed. Once I close my eyes, what’s awaited for is the nightmare." Sikong Yanya squeezed the flower in her hand with her bottomless eyes.
"If I don’t have the identity as the owner of the Night Bloom pavilion, if I don’t beco the city lord of the Golden Candle city, I can only be trampled under everyone’s feet." She looked at the beautiful flower that had been crushed by her.
Without power, she was like this fragile flower that could only wait to be crushed by the others.
"So, to survive, I will use every ans to live. Whether those thods are despicable or not, is it important? Without life, everything is aningless and useless." She closed her eyes, allowing the cold breeze to brush her cold skin.
Everyone envied her for her power and beauty. Everyone was disgusted with her because of her anness. Everyone hates her because of her cleverness. Everyone loved her because she brought them benefits. But if she had nothing, she wasn’t as good as a dog in the street.
But no one asked if she was willing to do so or what was behind those stories. What they saw was that she was the invisible lord of the Night Bloom Pavilion. She was the most beautiful young miss of the Sikong Clan. She was the most mysterious and powerful city lord of the Golden Candle City.
"Yes, I could have made so different choices in life, but I did what I did. Both good and bad, I’ve long forgotten. When I realised it, my hands were stained with blood. I’m not who I was, and I have moved on. It’s all part of growing up in this world." Sikong Yanya sneered in contempt. She was mocking herself.
When did she, the heartless lord, have such ti to speak about her past and everything in her mind to her love rival? Normally, at this ti, when everyone was sleeping soundly, she was struggling to practice hard and kill people to get what she wanted.
"It’s fine if everyone hates . It’s good that they hate , so they will be fearful of , and they won’t dare challenge my decision." She said it coldly.
"How do you judge the environnt where I grew up just by my personality?" After a long ti of silence, a soft voice echoed.
The environnt where she grew up?
Shenlian Yingyue smiled faintly with lancholy. She did grow up safe and sound under the care of that man in the modern era. At least, her ninth and tenth lives were great.
Except when her past mories returned, everything was so different. She wasn’t as pure as she used to be. And she didn’t feel upset because of her change.
Instead, she was glad that she could grow up until this step and learn about the world.
"I don’t know what you’ve been through. Everyone has their own reasons for doing sothing. Let ask you a question: Have you ever felt bad for hurting others?" She looked at Sikong Yanya.
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