I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 702

I don’t know who said it in the previous life——Loyalty is only because the bargaining chip of betrayal is not enough.

If it is replaced by a more familiar sentence, it is "there are no eternal friends and enemies, only eternal interests".

Therefore, Wei Changtian never felt that anyone was 100% trustworthy.

After all, even Ning Wenyu, who had taken the Puppet Pill, would betray him and eventually explode to death.

What about the others?
Who can guarantee that everyone will not go wrong?

People are complex.

People are also constantly changing.

Therefore, Wei Changtian has never used the stereotype in "Martial Dao Peak" to make a final conclusion on anyone.

In the original book, Chu Xianping didn't rebel, but it doesn't mean he won't rebel.

As for whether he is really rebellious now.
To be honest, Wei Changtian doesn't know yet.

Because he still hasn't figured out why Chu Xianping so desperately hopes that this war can continue.

In other words, what benefits can Chu Xianping get from this?

He still has no answer to this question.

However, this does not hinder his next actions.

Actions against Chu Xianping
"Brother Chu, I never imagined that you and I would come to this point."

Looking at the candle that was almost extinguished, Wei Changtian sighed a little bit.

What he said to Yang Liushi just now is true.

No matter what, he didn't want Chu Xianping to really stand against him one day.

It's just that "hope" and "reality" are always two different things.

The sky can be measured, the earth can be measured, but the human heart cannot be guarded against.

So I had to plan early.

Ugh.
When there was no such thing as rights before, I always felt that the more the better.

But now, when he really became the person in power, he realized that every step was like walking on thin ice.

Openly and secretly, intrigues.

The moment Wei Changtian began to doubt Chu Xianping, no matter what the final result was, he knew that he had changed.

In fact, he doesn't want to be cautious, and he has to think before and after everything he does.

But what can be done
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"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

"It's four o'clock when it's ugly, it's freezing cold, there's no cloud and no wind.”

Outside the window, Geng Geng's voice was faint.

The watchmen in coir raincoats held a lantern in one hand and kept beating the bamboo clapper on their chest with a stick in the other, walking through the alleys like a ghost.

In the middle of the night, Jinzhou City is silent, only the stars in the night sky are bright and dark.

The building is full of frost and the moon is far away.

The only son of the Wei family who was "in fresh clothes and angry horses, mad and proud", that stubborn man who dared to lead people around the prime minister's mansion on a rainy night and beheaded a country's prime minister with a single knife, is no longer there.

At this moment, when Wei Changtian was listening to the voices outside the window and looking at the confidential information stacked on the table in front of him, he suddenly felt nostalgic for the days before time travel.

He missed the young man who only had to study and take exams in his life, and the social animal who was struggling to make ends meet.

He even misses the era of meaningless short videos, countless celebrity gossips, and endless garbage TV dramas, where people no longer need to think about entertaining to death.

It's a pity that all of these can't go back.

To this day, Wei Changtian believes that he has achieved what most traversers dream of.

But he also lost a lot because of it.

And among all these people and things that have been lost, what Wei Changtian misses the most at this moment is his former self.

"call!"

With a light wave of his hand, the last candle in the room was extinguished.

Walk out of the room, through the verandah of the inn, and into another room lit by candles.

Looking at the worried woman sitting at the table, Wei Changtian smiled and asked casually:

"What? Still thinking about Chu Xianping?"

"No."

Yang Liushi shook her head, bit her lip and replied softly: "My lord, I am worried about you."

"Worried about what I do?"

Wei Changtian took off his outer robe, walked to the table and took a sip of tea: "The situation is still unclear, so Chu Xianping may not be the real traitor."

"Taking a step back, even if he really rebelled, since I have already noticed it, how can I still let him."

"Son."

Looking at Wei Changtian, Yang Liushi suddenly interrupted in a low voice: "I'm not worried about this."

"Huh? Then what are you worried about?"

"Slave house."

Yang Liushi got up and walked to Wei Changtian, she seemed to have a lot to say, but after hesitating for a long time, she just raised her head and asked softly:
"My lord, are you tired?"

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There was a pause in the movement of his hands, and Wei Changtian's expression was obviously taken aback.

Because it is obvious that the "tiredness" referred to in Yangliu's poem is not physical exhaustion.

Wei Changtian didn't know how Yang Liushi could see his current mood, but when he saw the latter's extremely distressed eyes, he suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

"Son, are you tired from studying? Usually you have to combine work and rest. Mom heard that there are many clubs in the university. You want to."

"Son, are you tired from work? It's good for young people to be busy, but you also have to pay attention to your body."

"Son, why did you work overtime so late yesterday in your circle of friends? Your dad asked me to tell you, go for a run when you have time and stay up late."

"Son, if you need money, tell your mother, don't wear yourself out just because of a little money."

"Son, I'm really tired, so go home."

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The hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and Wei Changtian felt some hot and humid eye sockets for the first time after crossing.

But soon he returned to normal, just smiled and waved his hands, and said the answer that has been said countless times under Yang Liushi's gaze.

"Do not worry."

"I'm fine."

The next morning.

The sun had not yet fully risen, and the eastern sky was only slightly tinged with red.

The morning bells of various temples rang one after another, mixed with the loud and clear crowing of cocks, piercing through the morning fog, and echoing over Jinzhou City.

Last night was the fourth time that Wei Changtian did not enter the dream path while sleeping after crossing.

And because of this, he got up a little later this morning.

"Ok?"

Opening his eyes in a daze, he looked at Yang Liushi who was combing her hair in front of the bronze mirror. Wei Changtian yawned and asked:
"Heh~ why didn't you call me?"

"Hehehe, it's not that my family loves you son, and wants you to sleep a little longer."

Yang Liushi returned to the way she was during the day yesterday, her tone was very light.

Wei Changtian knew that she didn't want to embarrass him on purpose, so he smiled, got out of bed and got dressed.

"To be honest, it doesn't make any difference whether you comb your hair or not."

Walking behind Yang Liushi, he joked with a smile, and then asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Well?"

Yang Liushi turned her head back, with surprise in her eyes: "My lord, are you going to comb my slave's hair?"

"nonsense"

Wei Changtian curled his lips: "Otherwise, what else would you be doing?"

"Hmph, son, you have a thin skin."

Yang Liushi snorted pretending to be dissatisfied: "It's obviously a good thing, but I have to act like I'm impatient."

"Huh? Didn't you say that I have a thick skin yesterday?"

"Sometimes it's thick and sometimes it's thin!"

"Okay, okay, I can't tell you. Do you want me to help you?"

"want!"

Yang Liushi shoved the wooden comb into Wei Changtian's hand in a fit of anger. Yang Liushi's voice was loud, but her expression was clearly looking forward to it.

And Wei Changtian didn't continue to quarrel with her, he raised the comb and was ready to "strike".

But at this moment
"Boom boom boom!"

"Son!"

"Young Master Chu, please see me!"

(End of this chapter)