"Not necessarily." Yan Li smiled.
"Not necessarily?" Ji Zhiyuan looked into his eyes, trying to see through his mind.
Although Yan Li didn't receive the same education as her, when he didn't want others to see through his mind, no one could see through him. Just like at this moment, his eyes were deep, black, and bright, like the brightest stars in the sky, deep and charming.
"You don't believe me?" he asked.
Ji Zhiyuan was a little fascinated. She never knew a man could be so good-looking, even Yan Shiyi couldn't compare with him. However, there was a voice in her mind all the time. It was a sentence. It was only four words, but those four words contained all the memories, echoing over and over again, as if it was engraved in her heart, in her bones, and in the depths of her soul.
Every time this happened, her heart would be as hard as iron, like a locked door, no matter how charming the person was, no matter how pleasant the words were, they couldn't move her.
"I don't believe you." She said calmly and soberly.
"How about we make a bet?" Yan Li smiled faintly.
"What bet?" Ji Zhiyuan raised her thin eyebrows, exuding a threatening heroic spirit.
"If I lose, I will work for you for three years."
"Three years, the stakes are really not small." Ji Zhiyuan raised her eyebrows even higher, like two flying swords, with invisible sharpness, "It seems that what you want is not small. What if I lose?"
Yan Li had been back to Yongling for just over a year, and he was already a third-grade martial artist. Three years might be just three spring and autumn for ordinary people, but for him, it might be the most precious time of his life.
He said faintly, "If I win, you just have to answer one question of mine."
"Three years in exchange for one question, are you sure you're not crazy?" Ji Zhiyuan couldn't help but be surprised. She thought Yan Li would propose some conditions to take advantage of her, but she didn't expect it to be just one question. In her impression, Yan Li never suffered losses. If he felt that touching your hand was worth risking his life, he would do it; if he felt that you were worthless, he wouldn't even pay a penny, let alone risk his life.
"You want me to be crazy?" Yan Li said.
"It might be a good thing." Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "Has anyone ever said that about you?"
"I don't know if anyone has ever said that about me." Ji Zhiyuan stared at Yan Li sternly. "Because no one has ever dared to talk to me like that."
Yan Li smiled again, "Now there is."
Ji Zhiyuan gazed deeply at Yan Li and said, "You really are an audacious person. I will take your bet. " When she said this, her expression was very cold. Because she said this, it meant that even if the people of the West Mountain Camp really died, she wouldn't make a move.
The remaining four Desolate Men also rushed into the battle and started an even more violent and terrifying massacre. Although they weren't like the first Desolate Man, who had the ability to be invulnerable, but everyone knew that just a few wolves were enough to kill hundreds of frightened sheep.
The sheep didn't have the ability to resist. Perhaps the people of the West Mountain Camp had the ability, but they couldn't use it.
Everyone was thinking about how to escape and how to survive this massacre. How would they know how to resist?
Zhao Qiping was one of these people. He had completely lost his composure until he felt a cold gaze.
He instinctively looked up. It was Yan Li!
He didn't know why he could feel the other's gaze, but he felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
Yan Li stood on the flagpole, hugging a beautiful woman in his arms. His expression was cold, as if the people below were not his subordinates, but a group of unrelated people. He looked down indifferently. His condescending gaze was full of contempt, even if it wasn't intentional.
This gaze was exactly the same as when he was stepped on by Zhang Zhixiong's subordinates in the Academy.
And at this moment, he seemed to hear a sentence from Yan Li's eyes. He didn't need to listen carefully to know what that sentence was.
He suddenly felt very painful, because everything in reality was completely different from what he had expected.
"Ah, ah — don't look at me, why are you looking at me, haven't you harmed me enough … don't look at me, I beg you … I, I'm just a normal person … I …" Something seemed to explode in his heart.
"I …" He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his head with both hands and shaking like a sieve. It could be seen that he was really afraid. In this world, there was no one who wasn't afraid of death.
Wasn't he also human?
But because he was human, he had emotions. He would be jealous and envious. The target of his greatest jealousy was Yan Li, and the target of his greatest envy was Yan Li.
He was a child of a very ordinary farmer's family, without a noble bloodline, no strong connections, and had never worn real silk clothes. Before leaving his hometown, he didn't even know that there was such a prosperous place as Yongling in the world. He fell in love with Yongling at first sight, and swore to make a name for himself here, but he was kicked out of the Academy because of fighting.
He was very desperate.
At this moment, despair filled his body and mind, and he was almost unable to breathe.
But he was not reconciled.
There were countless students who studied day and night, in order to awaken their real names. Wasn't it because they were "not reconciled"?
As long as you were not reconciled, no one could stop you from fighting, because in this world, only you could stop yourself.
Just like at this moment, a mysterious power suddenly poured into Zhao Qiping's body. His body suddenly stopped trembling, and then he raised his head towards the sky. From the depths of his throat, he let out a deafening roar, "I can't accept this!"
The corner of Yan Li's mouth rose slightly, and he suddenly roared, "Kill all thirty million people in Mount Guan!"
Hearing this roar, Zhao Qiping's body burned with even more fierce flames, as if his burning soul was injected with unparalleled vitality.
"Prolong the mountains and rivers for five hundred years!"
His body seemed to be equipped with a spring, and he suddenly jumped up, going against the flow of the panicked retreat. His agile movements were like a wolf pouncing on its prey. There was no longer any fear on his face, only madness.
In his eyes, there was only prey — a Desolate Man immersed in killing.
When the Desolate Man realized that something was wrong, he had already been thrown to the ground by Zhao Qiping.
The two of them rolled on the ground and wrestled with each other, without any pattern. The Desolate Man had always relied on his brute force, while Zhao Qiping was too crazy and had forgotten his moves.
All his primordial Qi was poured into the meridian nodes of his hands, and he would hit the Desolate Man's face whenever he had the chance.
The panic-stricken tide of retreat actually stopped. They all stared blankly at the two people wrestling on the ground, as if they could not believe their eyes.
When the Desolate Man was hit in the nose by Zhao Qiping for the seventeenth time, they saw fear in the eyes of the primitive beast-like Desolate Man.
They all shuddered, as if there were icicles on their backs in the dead of winter. An unprecedented thought, like a sharp awl, pierced into their brains: The Desolate Man can be killed, and we can also do meritorious service!
The smile on the corner of Yan Li's mouth deepened, and he deliberately lowered his voice, saying in a deep voice, "Everyone will die, but if you kill them, you will definitely get glory!"
"Glory!"
The soldiers, who were dominated by fear just a moment ago, were suddenly like the beasts in their hearts that were released. They roared the two words that fascinated them, and actually rushed forward.
Ji Zhiyuan could not help but look at Yan Li. She certainly knew the power of words, and sometimes it was even more terrifying than cultivation. But it was the first time she saw someone who could turn the situation around with just two sentences.
She could not help but ask, "He was obviously a person who was so afraid of death, how could he suddenly become … a beast?" She really could not find the words to describe Zhao Qiping at this moment.
Yan Li said lightly, "Didn't humans also evolve from beasts? I've seen his blood and guts in the Academy. As long as a person is not willing to submit to fate, he will not stop moving forward. "
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Now I finally understand one thing."
Yan Li said, "Oh?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I have always been curious why Yanshan Robber and his people follow your orders like an imperial edict."
Yan Li smiled faintly and said, "Now you know?"
"Now I know." Ji Zhiyuan said, "I also know something else."
"I'm listening." Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan stared at Yan Li and said word by word, "There is no Dragon Yan in this world."
Yan Li said calmly, "Why do you think so?"
"Two tigers cannot live on the same mountain." Ji Zhiyuan said lightly.
"But there is a rumor outside," Yan Li said with a smile, "I am the son of Dragon Yan."
"Even if you are his son, you can't," Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li's smile became wider, and he tightened his arms around her slender waist. "Logically speaking, I am a tiger, and you are also a tiger. How can we stand on this flagpole together?"
Ji Zhiyuan blushed and stared at him, saying, "It seems that you have not suffered enough." When she stared at you, she did not look fierce. Instead, she looked like a young girl who had her first awakening of love, looking at her lover with eyes full of affection.
Anyone who was stared at by her like this would be shocked.
Just when Yan Li was shocked, the battle below had come to an end.
After the fourth Desolate was killed, there was only one left, which was also the most difficult one to deal with. He was a Desolate Warrior.
Now it was very easy to distinguish. Every Desolate Warrior had several followers, and the four Desolate who were killed were the followers of that Desolate Warrior. Desolate Warriors had a string of bone necklaces around their necks. They would cut off a section of the bones of the powerful creatures they killed, string it into a necklace and wear it around their necks.
The necklace around this Desolate Warrior's neck was not very long, and it seemed that he had not killed enough powerful creatures. However, from the beginning to the end, there was no wound on his body, and his breath was even and stable. Even though four of his followers were killed, he did not move, as if he still had confidence. He was confident that even without his followers, he could still kill everyone here.
But the confidence on his face suddenly disappeared.
Because at this time, the soldiers retreated like the tide.
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