Let them offer their loyalty!-Chapter 1631 - 677: How Many Divine Kings Can Zhao Ji Match?
Upon hearing Doris's words, Qiu Tu merely smiled and lowered his head to eat a couple of bites, then spoke,
"Because... you indeed have no chance of winning. But... if you, plus me, and with Zhao Ji's grace, we together will have a chance."
Doris's gaze rippled upon hearing Qiu Tu's assertive words. She looked at him with interest, her fingers gently sliding over her fair cheek, crystalline and lustrous earlobe, finally curling a lock of hair, while inquiring,
"Oh? We three have a chance?"
"You don't think that just us few Eighth Rank can deal with the Divine King, do you?"
Her voice languidly poured cold water, "If you really think so, then you're too naive."
"For so many years, how many Eighth Rank deities have coveted the throne of the Divine King. How many Eighth Rank deities are dissatisfied with the four Divine Kings."
"And the result?"
"Just deadwood by the roadside."
Her voice seductive, as if coquettish, yet like a lure, naturally carrying a criminal charm, "I really fear death."
"I have too many things I cannot let go."
"I won't fight alongside you against those overwhelmingly powerful enemies."
"So... you really guessed wrong, Speaker Qiu."
Upon hearing Doris's words, Qiu Tu smiled lightly while lowering his head to eat, though he spoke no words, the contempt was apparent.
Doris's expression froze, and the hand twirling her hair suddenly tightened.
She remained calm on the surface but inside was gnashing her teeth in hatred.
How did Qiu Tu become so irritating? Why does he seem so pretentious? So deserving of a beating!
Are the women around Qiu Tu blind? Or do they just like this type!
While silently cursing Qiu Tu in her heart, Doris's face still displayed a sweet smile.
She switched styles, wanting to see if her approach with Qiu Tu was wrong. She softly spoke, "Speaker Qiu seemingly has a different opinion?"
Qiu Tu didn't immediately answer Doris's question but instead continued eating.
With only two people in the room, his silence made the luxurious banquet hall quiet, with only the clash of tableware echoing.
Initially patient in waiting, Doris's patience began depleting as Qiu Tu ate incessantly.
Moreover, she wondered if it was the residual impact of Qiu Tu's earlier derogation, seeing his disrespect piqued an unidentified rage within her.
She couldn't help wanting to remind him of how urgent the situation was.
Nevertheless, just as the words were at her lips, she suddenly paused.
Not for any particular reason, but she suddenly sensed something was off.
—Though at times capricious, she rarely fluctuated so intensely.
To bring about her talent's full effect, her personality needed to be more vibrant. This caused her to not always conceal feelings like other Eighth Rank Great Evil Gods.
Yet... that didn't mean anything could shake her.
Thus, her change tonight was evidently problematic!
Pondering this, her brain raced, swiftly replaying every detail of tonight in her mind.
Before long, she pinpointed the "suspect"—Qiu Tu.
Her amber eyes fixed a deep gaze on Qiu Tu, her mind forming speculations.
'How brilliantly he manipulates emotions. Unknowingly pulling me step by step into his rhythm.'
'First opposing me, then pretending to fall, lowering my guard.'
'Then at the plunge into abyss, he counters, setting up a competitor, inciting my competitiveness and desire to win.'
'Finally... completely shedding the disguise, manipulating my emotions, enhancing his image and status in my mind.'
'Impressive indeed...'
After swiftly replaying Qiu Tu's tactics in her mind, Doris's expression became increasingly severe.
And just then, whether perceiving Doris's mood and change, Qiu Tu finally lifted his head from his meal, glancing at Doris.
Upon seeing Doris's exquisitely beautiful face turn cold as ice, filled with vigilance, Qiu Tu... smiled.
He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, then said, "Seems... Your Highness has realized."
Doris said nothing, merely watching Qiu Tu.
Qiu Tu was unfazed, straightening up, leveling his gaze with hers, and said, "I wonder... does this prove my value?"
Without waiting for Doris's answer, Qiu Tu steered the conversation back to Doris's initial question.
He said, "Earlier, Your Highness asked me how I was certain you wouldn't betray me. And so confident."
"Actually, it's quite simple..."
"Because... I know what you want."
This time, Doris finally refrained from using her greatest weapon—beauty, seriously looked at Qiu Tu, and asked, "What do I want."
Qiu Tu pointed upwards, "You want to overturn this heaven. To overturn, represented by the four Divine Kings."
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Doris fell silent.
Qiu Tu was unaffected, continuing with his reasoning, he said,
"Actually... upon meeting you, I didn't understand why you would travel ten miles to greet me. Nor why you were so enthusiastic towards me."
"Additionally... after welcoming me, you didn't exhibit 'equal' enthusiasm, rather you were probing everywhere."
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