"So, do you think...this is a good thing?" Ling Luoyu smiled and looked down: "Because he is different to me, then I have to be grateful for Dade's acceptance of this grace?"

Xin'er shook her head unexpectedly: "If I were you, I wouldn't..."

"why?"

This answer surprised Ling Luoyu.

"Because you have the qualification! You have the qualification to reject him!" Xin'er's eyes revealed envy, and he looked at Ling Luoyu scorchingly: "If I had your cultivation base, I wouldn't have fallen to what I am now. At the point, I will fight desperately, and as for life or death... it depends on my own fate!"

"Fight to the death?" Ling Luoyu's smile became more interesting: "This sentence is a bit interesting..."

"But, I still suggest not to do that!" Xin'er's attitude was strange.

"Why is this again?"

"Because no matter whether you have the strength or not, you will not be the opponent of the master... Now the facts are already in front of you. You are not his opponent. If you continue to fight with him, with your current strength, you will even die. One fight...I'm afraid of the result, and it's just a death...In that case, why don't you live well?"

Xin'er stroked her arm lightly and pinched forcefully.

"Miss Ling, if you are alive, then you have hope in everything, if you die... then nothing will exist!"

It's better to die than to live!

If the girls here had glanced at Ling Luoyu, they would have died long ago!

"Miss Xin'er, what you said... is very practical!" Ling Luoyu withdrew his hand calmly: "But, I don't understand, you say it for a while, you will give it a go, and then you will persuade me not to force it... So, which one is your truest thought?"

"...I, I don't know..."

Xin'er retracted his gaze, extremely complicated.

"Sometimes, thinking is too good, but reality... it will be very different from what we think... For example..."

She looked at Xia Er intently, her pupils shrinking.

"I once imagined that one day, I will wear this dress..."

Because she has such self-confidence and feels that she is the most favored one among those women in the dark mist.

For Xia Er, it was only sooner or later.

"But... now you appear... it's you... logically, should I hate you?"

Xin'er suddenly smiled, somewhat desolate, somewhat self-deprecating.

"You took away this honorable grace that should have belonged to me, I should hate you, hate you poison, and wish you would hate deathly... But strangely, I don't hate you!"

She lowered her eyes, hugged her knees and sat with her toes in circles on the ground unconsciously.

"I don't know why this is, maybe...because you and I have a lot of imagination, or maybe...you and me are both involuntary women..."

"What's special about this Xia Er?" Ling Luoyu interrupted her suddenly: "After all, it's just a piece of clothing..."

"This is the queen's Xia, the supreme honor..." Xin'er didn't understand why she dismissed such a thing: "With it, you have everything..."

"Everything?" A coldness faded from the bottom of Ling Luoyu's eyes: "It's everything a man gave you!"

"All your graces are bestowed by others. They are what your master has given you because of a good mood..."