Song Yanqing's voice was hoarse, and every word he spoke intermittently was like a hypnotic spell. His eyes always fell on Shen Tan, staring at Shen Tan and saying, "I want you, love, for all the people."
Shen Tan completely lost his mind. He stood there with red eyes, holding the Wuyi Sword, with a stubborn tone. He was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent, and his eyes were burning red.
"I don't love anyone else, I only love you."
Song Yanqing's eyes did not move, his thin lips were slightly opened, and there was no change in his tone. He repeated again: "I want you to love the common people."
Maybe Song Yanqing's tone was too firm, or maybe it was the horrific scars on his body that struck a chord in Shen Tan's heart. As the chords flowed, the words of rejection could not be uttered.
"I love you, common people."
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A "cold" on the outside but pure on the inside x, a "gentle" on the outside and a gentler on the inside
A bloody warning, a bloody warning, a bloody warning.
This article is not a Machiavellian article, it is mostly emotional, so proceed with caution.
Emphasize important things three times.
Because the author is very lazy, the update time is irregular.
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Intention: I will take you home