Gao Leng school grass: the reborn empress is not easy to mess with

Chapter 392 430 Faith
Yan Qiliang's face was extremely dark, and his tone was indifferent, "You did a good job, I will help you fight monsters, my old lady, and you still come here to take advantage of the fire?"

Hearing Yan Qiliang's cold tone, almost everyone's hairs stood on end.

The president of Country M shrunk his neck subconsciously, but still spoke righteously: "I don't know what taking advantage of the fire is, and I don't know what a monster is. You have deviated from international jurisdiction. We should arrest you."

Yan Qiliang kept looking at the President of Country M with his chin resting on his cheek, his eyes playful, as if he was politely waiting for him to finish speaking.

For the first time, the president of country M felt that he was being played like a monkey. He suppressed the anger in his heart, but found that Yan Qiliang's cold gaze was still on him.

Yan Qiliang saw that the President of Country M, who she had been affectionately calling "that old man", finally finished speaking, and sneered coldly, then lay down on the table, half-closed his eyes, and gently fiddled with the things on the table with his slender fingers. Ornament, like a docile kitten, with a confusing and lazy tone: "It's nothing, I plan to ask you how to deal with the captives this time?"

As soon as the words fell, the meeting room fell into a suffocating calm.

Because of Yan Qiliang's actions, they could clearly see that the people sent this time and last time were behind Yan Qiliang, and they all raised their heads and looked at this side.

At this time, even Mo Shen couldn't bear to see the light in those people's eyes.

Sometimes, Mo Shen really wants to admit that Yan Qiliang's words are true, "Some hope, it will really overwhelm you."

At this moment, the usual benevolent and moral politicians have become dumb, and no one dares to speak out.

For half an hour, Mo Shen watched with his own eyes the light in the eyes of the boys sitting on the ground who were bound by thick ropes behind Yan Qiliang dimmed little by little, and slowly disappeared.

Yan Qiliang looked at the few people who were looking at each other on the screen, chuckled, the sarcasm in his eyes showed without any scruple, and turned to face the prisoner sitting behind him.

"I have seen it all. If they are what you call your beliefs, you should listen to me and die as soon as possible."

When the presidents of various countries heard this, they suddenly realized that they had been tricked by Yan Qiliang. They stood up together, and several of them were furious: "G, what the hell are you trying to do!"

Yan Qiliang didn't even turn his head, and his tone was still contemptuous and mocking as usual: "I didn't want to do anything, it's just that the group of children you sent here are a little too naive, I really can't stand it, so naturally I have to train them... Let them know what is worthy of faith!"

After Yan Qiliang finished speaking, the computer was turned off by Ji Mingnuo from behind, and the moment the screen went black, the man who had talked with the zombie shed a tear.

Yan Qiliang looked at them silently, she just wanted to let them know what is worthy of being called faith.

That is the purest thing in this world, and it should not be polluted by a bunch of dirty things.

Faith is Confucianism's "creating a heart for the heaven and earth, and establishing a life for the people", and it is "life and death are in harmony with each other, and you can talk about it with your son. Hold your hand and grow old together with your son."

Life and death are boundless, it is faith that leads people from Manzhushahua to Huakaichami.

Faith can be a country, but it cannot be a politician. A politician is never synonymous with a country.

Yan Mingnuo put away the computer and walked to Yan Qiliang's side, his eyebrows and eyes were full of emotion, he squatted down, kissed from his forehead to the corner of his eyes, and to the corner of his mouth, Yan Qiliang slightly raised his head, and Yan Qiliang gently pressed his hand Shu Yan Qiliang's head, kissed that pink lips.

(End of this chapter)