"Does he know your identity?"

Niannian turned slightly, glanced at the direction Song Qing had just left, turned around and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar national master, and asked.

"Maybe he knows, but he won't care."

The national master said that a gentle smile appeared on the face that looked very similar to Simire, which had both gentleness that had nothing to do with Simire himself and a strange sense of reality that was far from him.

Those eyes were too calm.

The glossy and warm pupils in the eyes, the right highlight, the slightly glassy whites of the eyes, and the clearly visible eyelashes around the eyes, when combined together, only one word comes to mind every year: accurate.

Logically speaking, the expressions of everyone in the game - whether it is a player or a npc - including all subtle muscle activities, will be accurate data expression, otherwise every year, you would not hate those guys who read her face without authorization.

But for some reason, I only felt that the accuracy shown by this person had a special sense of incongruity, as if I accidentally overdo it while imitating a real person.

If the expression is a faithful portrayal of the heart, then the inner fluctuations of this person will probably always switch between the starting point of zero and the perfect end point, and will not be swaying subtle deviations all the time like others.

"Why, are you still angry about what Song Qing said just now?"

The curve of the smile remains unchanged, and even the tone of the question is so accurate that there is no need for reference values ​​to measure errors.

Every year, I threw Song Qing and his words behind my head and faithfully expressed my heart in words:

"When you were a deer, I always thought you were very similar to humans, but now you have become a human. Why do I think... you are not very humans?"

This was very direct. As soon as I said it, Niannian immediately remembered Song Qing’s evaluation of her: It’s not a mistake. As for whether this is stupid or reckless, Niannian still wants to be stubborn for a while.

The curve of the corner of the national teacher's mouth rose slightly, just enough for every Nian to see that his good mood rose by another scale.

"You just care too much about appearance, most people are like this. When others' appearance is different from themselves, they will persist in finding places similar to themselves; and when facing appearances similar to themselves, they will look for things different from themselves. Fortunately, humans can always find results that satisfy themselves, although the core inside the appearance has never changed."

She sighed every year. She just casually said her thoughts, but the topic turned to all human beings again.

Let’s not talk about whether she can represent all human beings for now, or whether she is a human being has not yet been decided.

"You really like to reason as always." Niannian finally thought of such a dry response.

The national teacher smiled unchanged, raised his hand and looked at Niannian:

"Sit down."

Continuing to sit at the stone table, the candle in front of him suddenly crackled, looking at the jumping candlelight every year, as if waiting for the next spark to explode, I fell into a nervous silence for a moment.

The mission goal she had been thinking about was sitting opposite her without any warning, and the surroundings were silent. Not only did Song Qing's footsteps have long disappeared, but the attendant who led the way unknowingly left his hearing range every year.

"Don't you want to ask something?"

The words of the national master passed through the candlelight between the two, with a burning coolness, making Niannian feel that this person actually knew what his goal was from the very beginning.

As if he was angry, he quickly found a suitable problem:

"Do you know the man named Songqing just now?"

"know."

Once again, Nian Nian felt that the answers she received were probably synonymous with "stupid".

Every year, I started to poke Song Qing's forehead with gritted teeth. It was all because this person criticized him for scolding him a lot before leaving, and his mind was still in chaos now.

Moreover, seeing this man smuggling himself into the palace with ease, there was no trace of a guard along the way. This guy is definitely a bad official who has formed a clique and accepted bribes for private purposes! He is a bad guy with ulterior motives!

As he poked, Nian suddenly thought of the world mission mentioned by Jiang Jinse in the Heavenly Prison, especially the survivors from the southern coast, the last step that obviously had problems.

Hit by an incredible guess, she suddenly looked up, stared at the national master in surprise, and said in surprise:

"May?! Could it be that Song Qing helped you enter the palace and let you meet the emperor?"

The national master nodded slightly, and his curves were so accurate that he completed the two movements of nodding and raising his head within just one second.

"Why did he do this? What's the benefit for him? It should be very risky, right?"

Asked every year, if Song Qing hadn't been here, she would have wanted to grab the person's collar and shake his head out.

If he hadn't been troublesome, there wouldn't be so many messy things in the game! He would have the nerve to say that she caused trouble every year? It's clear that the person who can cause trouble is the most good person, OK!

"For him, he got great power, and for the forces he was in, they got unique opportunities, so he took the risk to secretly bring me into the palace, let me stand in front of the emperor as a wandering prophet, and helped me gain the emperor's trust."

As expected, the national teacher was still as he was a deer in the Qinling Mountains, and he was so frank that every day felt embarrassed.

Nian Nian curled her lips and said, "After all, this person is just for himself, who cares about the interests of other people in the game. He is selfish! It turns out that the bad guys do bad things!"

"I think there is such a saying in my database, which makes sense."

The national master raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A page of yellowed and old paper suddenly appeared beside the two of them. The paper stretched out, facing the side of Nian Nian, an invisible pen was writing lines of black text in the gorgeous and slender flower body:

Itay heptou and huanaffairs to be the arthato to the great triupe and tragedies of history is caused, not by peope beating fuay good or fuaybad, but by peope beating fuaypeope. (Note 1)

"You want to say that guy is not a bad guy, but he is not a good guy either?" Nian Nian concluded.

"I mean, from the nature of humanity, there is no need to define what he does by virtue or bad."

Every year I sighed again. I haven’t seen each other for a while. Has this guy got the great ambition to be a human mentor?

"And from another perspective, what I do cannot be defined by good or bad."

After thinking about it, Niannian stood up and stretched, and did not speak anymore. She just started to circle around the pavilion. While using the oncoming night wind to sort out her thoughts, she picked up Song Qing's words again and thought about it carefully.

She had simulated many possible situations on her way to come, each of which was intended to increase her success rate of escape, because of all the possibilities she envisioned, the Chinese teacher would die at her hands tonight.

She may take action as soon as she meets her, may feel like reminiscing about the past, may also act happily after disagreement, and may regretfully refresh this acquaintance with mutual appreciation.

After all, such an opportunity is really rare, and she herself has a strong desire to not want to be refreshed and a selfish reason not to be refreshed.

In fact, no matter how she imagined it, she didn't feel that she could escape 100%. So when the palace gate was closed, she couldn't help but worry for a moment, and lingered in the world outside the palace gate at that moment.

But now, Nian suddenly wanted to put this task aside with Simire, a guy with an unknown nature, and make a free choice to not be influenced by others.

If you want to make choices freely, you feel that only after you have fully understood the consequences of different choices can you be able to have real freedom of choice.

After walking back to the pavilion every year, the national master was still sitting upright at the stone table, looking at his face gradually approaching, showing a smile that was exactly the same as before:

"You're going to kill me?"

"No," Niannian shook her head, calmly sat back on the stool opposite the national teacher, and looked straight into his eyes, "I want to ask first, if I kill you here, what will happen next for the current situation?"
Chapter completed!