He said, "The world or you. I choose the world."
He wasn't surprised, and it didn't seem to hurt him at all. "After scheming for so many years, I'd find it strange if you didn't want the world."
His expression was complicated. "Xia Yuan."
He curled his lip, looking impatient. "Don't make me sick."
Suddenly, a brilliant blaze sprang up behind Xia Yuan.
The man laughed softly. "Hu Yue, whether the world is yours has yet to be decided. But you should know this: I don't belong to you, and you don't get to decide whether I live or die."
He stood atop the high city wall, looking down at him with a smile that seemed beyond desecration. Only after that smile vanished into the flames did Hu Yue finally realize:
He had lost.
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Although I don't know what it is written about, I think it looks awesome.
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It's pretty good. Come on, update the article quickly. I'm waiting.
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