"You told me about those rules before: those who repent can be forgiven, but those who refuse to mend their ways after repeated warnings must be shown no mercy. Did he make them? How interesting. Hahahahaha! I thought everyone in the Angel Clan was as hypocritical as that old Mu En."
"Xi Shui."
"What does he want me to do?"
Long Xiaoyao didn't answer. He only looked at her.
Ye Xishui leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
Only the crackling candle flame disturbed the silence in the stone chamber.
After a long while, she opened her eyes.
"Let him in."
When Xu Yanli entered the stone chamber, Ye Xishui was looking down at her hands.
Those hands had been stained with the blood of countless people.
"Prince Xiaoyao." She didn't look up. "Do you know how many people I've killed in my life?"
Xu Yanli didn't answer.
Ye Xishui didn't need him to.
"I lost count long ago." Her voice was soft, her tone as calm as if she were talking about someone else. "When I was young, it was to survive. Later, it was to grow stronger. And after that... I don't even know why. Maybe I just got used to it."
At last, she looked up at Xu Yanli.
"Xiaoyao told me about the rules you set. Those who repent can be forgiven; those who harm the innocent must be killed." She paused. "So which kind of person am I?"
Xu Yanli looked at her without a word.
She was, in truth, guilty of heinous crimes. But that was the way of the world: if you were strong enough, you could ignore it all. Tang Ya and Ma Xiaotao were just the same...
Douluo Continent was actually rather scathing in its mockery of reality.
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