He said: "The world is with you, I want the world."
He was not surprised, it seemed that it had no impact on him: "After so many years of planning, I find it strange that you don't want the world."
His expression was complicated: "Xia Yuan."
He curled his lips and said impatiently: "Don't disgust me."
Suddenly, a fire lit up behind Xia Yuan, which was very beautiful.
The man chuckled and said, "Hu Yue, it's not yet decided whether the world belongs to you. But you have to know that I am not yours, and it is not your turn to decide my life or death."
He stood on the high city wall and looked at him from top to bottom, with an inviolable smile. When the smile dissipated in the firelight, Hu Yue suddenly realized it.
It turned out that he lost.