When Zhou Wangjing heard these words from the little boy and looked at his face that was exactly the same as when he was a child, he stayed there.

He was about to ask something, but the world in front of him changed again.

This time, he came to a ward.

The boy was wearing clean medical clothes, and the older girl was sitting in front of the bed.

They sat there, the boy was still so obedient, holding books and an album in his hands, and the girl sat there quietly.

She just stayed with the boy in front of her and was unwilling to bother him.

"Why, everyone likes writing tragedies so much?" The little boy raised his head, tears flowing in his eyes.

"Because tragedy can always touch people's hearts, almost all the popular comedies in literary history are mostly the core of tragedy." The girl said softly: "Xiao Jing, look at you, aren't you moved now?"

Hearing the girl's words, the boy raised his head.

"I just...I just feel angry," he said, and the girl was stunned.

Zhou Wangjing was also stunned.

For some reason, he seemed to have a fire on the wall behind the boy.

That was his anger, sadness, but it had nothing to do with the so-called empathy.

Few people can empathize with themselves, right? Some are just unwilling to give up.

"Why are the fates of those who have tragedies born like this?"

"Why, they can't even resist." He whispered hoarsely and raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. "Sister, if, if, I was also a tragedy created by some god."

"I just want to say to that god... go fuck you."

Countless memory clips began to flash by. While Zhou Wangjing received these two clips, he also saw many memories that did not belong to him.

A boy suffering from illness, his fate gives him illness and desperate situations, preventing him from running, jumping, or even making friends.

But he didn't feel sad or sad.

What he felt was... angry.

The anger towards one's own destiny seemed to be growing in the heart, and it became more and more intense.

More and more fragments of memories come, Zhou Wang and Jing are trapped in the memory that is like a tide, and it is like falling into endless darkness.

Don't know the end.

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The underground black street after the great destruction.

Ji Ranli walked in the ruins. After the explosion of the entire underground black street, it took a month for the Huangyan government to clear out the passage here again.

She walked among the ruins, looking around, the stench of burnt smoke and corpses poured into her nose, but at this moment her expression seemed to be wandering in her back garden.

"You look very happy to see your people die like this." A man's voice came from behind. Ji Ranli turned around and looked at Zhou Wangzun's expression as if it were natural, and she smiled.

She tapped her lower lip with her fingers.

"When I was young, the day my teacher, Mr. Li, died, I cried very sadly, so I asked my father, why did the gods take away a respected wise man?" Ji Ranli said with a smile: "But he asked me a question. The father asked me, "When you pick flowers in the garden, what kind of flower do you want to pick?"

"Your answer should surprise him." Zhou Wangzun responded with a smile without thinking.

Ji Ranli nodded.

"Yes, I told him for granted that if it were me, I would pick the 'ugliest' one." Ji Ranli said this and began to imitate the surprised tone of his father at that time, looking cute and a little funny: "'Why... Then I have to...what?' My father at that time was such a surprised tone and expression, not to mention how funny it was."

Speaking of this, Ji Ranli's expression became solemn and cruel.

"But why didn't he think about how those useless things are worthy of staying in my garden?" She said quietly, but the meaning in her words was chilling.

"It sounds like your father wants to teach you the doctrine of the mean, but what you understand seems to be the opposite." Zhou Wangzun chuckled: "What you have learned is the emperor's mind."

"Yes, he has never wanted to teach me the doctrine of the mean and never had any hope for me." Ji Ranli said: "That's why he deserves to end like that."

Zhou Wangjing turned his head and did not express any opinions on Ji Ranli's words.

"Then now you have got what you want. You have picked out the two flowers in the garden that you can't see the most, one is the underground street and the other is the foundation." Zhou Wangzun made a gesture to raise his glass to celebrate. "Congratulations, Your Majesty Ji Ranli."

"Congratulations is too early. Although I have made a complete response to this disaster, it will take a lot of time to completely heal the sequelae of this post-disaster." Ji Ranli said this, but the pride and joy in his eyes were still exposed.

This time she did cut off the most annoying thing in the empire, and in the face of the anger of the people, she also prepared a scapegoat to divert the conflict early.

"Did you mean this when you are talking about the countermeasure?" Zhou Wangjing opened his communication system, and there was a document that could be opened.

The content made Ji Ranli's face turn dark.

"The catastrophe caused by this Yaen and the ceremony is attributed to the illegal high-risk shelter within the foundation branch and the failure of the shelter. Now the top leaders of the foundation branch basically have no sensation. You can just say these rumors. Anyway, they are dead without evidence. It is best to find some 'evidence' later. The crime that belongs to the foundation is definitely confirmed." Zhou Wangzun exclaimed: "The cunning rabbit dies, the lackey is cooked, so scheming, Her Majesty the Queen."

Ji Ranli felt very uncomfortable at this moment. The feeling of her subsequent actions being completely seen through made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Now the foundation branch has been in name only, which is their greatest value now." The empress said softly: "Besides, if you don't occupy the high ground of public opinion, there will naturally be other people to occupy it. If you could be like me back then, how could there be so many troubles in the future?"

Zhou Wangzun's eyelids twitched slightly when he heard this.

He knew very well what Ji Ranli said, what that incident meant back then.

After the Hai Bodhisattva destroyed Jiaodong County Port that year, there were tens of thousands of victims in the entire Jiaodong County and surrounding towns, but they were not sheltered by Zhou Wangzun.
Chapter completed!