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What Ji Shuyun wants is not an impregnable Ji Mansion, what she wants is an invincible force, strong enough to protect all her beloved.

Caught in the torrent of power, if she wants to protect herself, she must have strength beyond ordinary people's imagination.

A hundred is just a drop in the bucket for her.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Ji Shuyun never said anything, Zhuo Chen was a little puzzled, he frowned lightly, and asked, "Could it be that City Lord Ji doesn't agree with the words of this patriarch?" ”

Ji Shuyun slowly got up, glanced at Zhuo Chen with a chuckle, and said, "Patriarch Zhuo, what do you think of the current situation in the Four Kingdoms?" ”

Zhuo Chen narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

The relationship between the four countries is extremely delicate, and the balance between them is an extremely fragile balance that can be upset with a little effort.

Or rather, this balance is currently being disrupted.

It's just that this is definitely not the situation he wants to see, and it is something they have been avoiding all avoid...... Because if the balance is broken, they will definitely become the object of contention!

Ji Shuyun smiled, stretched out his hand and curled up his soft hair, and said: "The situation in the world, if you divide it for a long time, you must join it for a long time, you don't need to say much about this kind of avenue principle, Patriarch Zhuo naturally understands, right?" ”

Zhuo Chen was silent, his little face was full of maturity and stability that was completely inconsistent with his age, as well as a wisdom.

Ji Shuyun stared at the delicate face for a moment, and said with a smile: "In the turbulent torrent of history, unless you can hide from the world forever, you will definitely be pulled into it, my regent palace is like this, and so is your Bakhasa clan, this is a fate that none of us can choose." ”

Zhuo Chen slowly closed his eyes, his small fists clenched tightly, but he trembled a little because of fatigue.

Ji Shuyun laughed and said leisurely: "As an existence that all princes and generals want to win over, once a great change occurs, you will either break through the encirclement and live, or die with the tide, you and I will face this choice." ”

Zhuo Chen sighed, his little fist tightened to the extreme, and finally eased up, he lowered his eyes so that people couldn't see clearly, but his breath was extremely cold: "Choose forces at will, if you bet on the wrong bet, there will only be a dead end, don't wait, wait until the rising overlord appears, and then it's not too late to make a choice, Miss Ji, do you say yes?" ”

"Wait?!" Ji Shuyun sneered, slowly stood up, and looked at Zhuo Chen condescendingly, "What do you want to wait for?" Waiting for a troubled time? Or wait for a hero? Waiting to die? Or wait for salvation? Or wait for fate and the mercy of the strong, hide and tremble, hoping that good luck will be for you, so that you can meet a good master? ”

Ji Shuyun's words clearly did not contain a single word of humiliation, but several people of the Bakhasa tribe were red-faced when they heard it.

Why don't they want to put my own fate and future on the line?!

It's just that they can't help it, although they are good at forging weapons and have a huge race, but in the face of war and the country, they are a weak existence after all, aren't they?

What else can you do but wait for the strong to appear and cling to it?

Ji Shuyun saw that the bodies of several people were in an angry state, she hooked her lips and smiled, the light under her eyes was as dazzling as the sun.

"Haven't you ever thought about creating a strong man yourself?"