Douluo's Black Bamboo Sword

Hearing this, Weiwei rolled her eyes at Chen Liang, thinking that her beauty, which captivated tens of thousands of people in the killing city, would now be despised.

Shaking her head without any trace, Weiwei suppressed her small dissatisfaction.

Weiwei walked to Chen Liang's opponent in a few steps, picked up her water glass, crossed her legs, and stared straight at Chen Liang, her dark red eyes showing a hint of inexplicable color.

"He is indeed a monster who has been recognized by the great king and given the title by the great king. Such a perfect connection of skills is really difficult for anyone in this world to compare with. It's just that this world is the world of soul masters after all. , no matter how superb your skills are, you can't compete with a powerful soul master's soul skill. In this world, powerful power is the mainstream of this world!"

Chen Liang was stunned for a moment, glanced at Weiwei in surprise, his eyes flashed slightly, and did not reply immediately. He lowered his head and pondered for a while before replying: "Maybe!"

"Huh? Maybe?"

Weiwei subconsciously repeated Chen Liang's words, "It seems that you have a different opinion?"

Weiwei looked straight at Chen Liang, as if she wanted to see something from him.

"It can't be said that it's a different view, at most it's a supplement!" Chen Liang shook his head, picked up the water glass in front of him, and took a small sip.

"Supplement?" A trace of doubt flashed in Weiwei's beautiful eyes.

"Actually, it's a good example. For example, in the governance of a country, top-down governance cannot rely solely on strong power." Chen Liang took another sip of water to moisten his throat. He continued: "I don't know if you have heard of such a saying. It is not difficult to establish a country. What is difficult is the subsequent development of that country."

"Ok?"

Weiwei lowered her head, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "But, in the eyes of this little girl, founding a country is the most difficult thing. Without strong power, how can I crush and appear in front of you? All kinds of obstacles, so that everyone surrenders at your feet and does not dare to resist."

After saying that, Weiwei came back to her senses and returned her eyes to Chen Liang, the target of her trip.

She just didn't know it by looking at it. She was shocked when she saw Chen Liang looking at her with a meaningful look. This made her feel confident and said one more thing: "At least it's clear. Go on, they don’t dare to resist!”

"uh-huh?"

Chen Liang raised his eyes and said, "On the surface, well, this is a good word!"

Chen Liang's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously put his right hand on his chin and touched it. "Yeah!"

"It seems to be a more precise word!" Chen Liang murmured to himself, as if he was speaking to Weiwei in front of him, but also seemed to be speaking to himself. one

"Uh?" A trace of doubt and surprise appeared on Weiwei's face, but she didn't say anything. She only knew what she wanted to say, but she didn't know what to say.

Seeing the surprise on Weiwei's face, Chen Liang felt a bit of approval for Weiwei in his heart. Weiwei has had more or less contact in this regard.

"Nothing!" Chen Liang suddenly looked at Weiwei with a meaningful expression.

"It seems that after you have been here for so long, the biggest feeling is, ah no! What fills your eyes is still power!"

Chen Liang suddenly changed the topic and said as if sighing.

This made Wei Wei, who seemed to be waiting for something, frown subconsciously. But Chen Liang ignored it and started talking to himself again.

"I can see that you are in awe of power, worship power, and also long for power."

Chen Liang gently put the clear water glass to his mouth, took a sip, and looked at Wei Wei: "Are you right?"

"Yes! But, aren't you?" Weiwei asked. At this time, she didn't hide her inner thoughts at all. Facing Chen Liang's black eyes staring straight at her, Weiwei felt that she couldn't hide much under these sharp eyes.

"Oh? Then I have to say, is it really not the case? Haha!" Chen Liang smiled easily, looking at Weiwei's eyes full of smiles.

"How is that possible! In this world, no one wants to be weak!"

"The weak are only worthy of being the vassals of the strong!"

Weiwei shook her head. She obviously didn't want to believe Chen Liang's "bullshit". She had always believed in it after living under others for many years, and she clearly understood that in this world, only the strong have the right to speak, and those with big fists It's the hard truth.

"is it?"

Chen Liang asked back, but before Weiwei could react, Chen Liang laughed and continued: "But if you want to become a strong man, doesn't it happen naturally when the conditions are met? Now, whether you are willing or not, you are now , including me now, I’m just a weakling!”

"Huh? What do you want to say?" Weiwei frowned. Chen Liang's words seemed to her like nonsense. They said nothing.

"Becoming the strong person you want to be is just an impossible goal at the moment. No matter how you think about it, it is not within our reach now. We just have to do what we should do."

"In addition, the Killing City is a place full of killings. If you want to survive here, you must have outstanding strength. Powerful strength, excellent killing skills, long-lasting combat experience on the battlefield, or in other words, unique luck. Plus a little bit of good strength.”

Speaking of this, Chen Liang took a deep look at Wei Wei, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip. Chen Liang looked at the pretty Weiwei in front of him with sharp eyes, and said in a low voice: "And you, it seems These conditions are not met.”

"Then what do you rely on to survive? Well~ It seems to be~" Chen Liang's dark eyes rolled, as if he was thinking very seriously. In an instant, two words came out of the corner of Chen Liang's mouth.

"Beauty?"

With a frown on her face, Weiwei was thinking about the meaning of Chen Liang's previous words. When she heard these two words, she subconsciously showed a proud look. This is something she has always been proud of. This has been her since she was a child. It was the brightest halo on her head, and it was this halo that allowed her to survive in this place full of killings, and to be favored by the great king.

Weiwei opened her little mouth and was about to speak modestly, but Chen Liang's next sentence interrupted her.

Chen Liang said leisurely: "No! Not entirely."

Ignoring Weiwei's hesitant look of confusion, Chen Liang took a slow sip of water before continuing: "Beauty is of course an important factor in your ability to survive here, but this alone is not enough." It’s far from enough! There is a saying, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. I wonder if you listen to the country?”