Chapter 132 (2/2)

Strogge's face was heavy.

Li Xinyan read the memory and naturally knew what human beings had done to him. If he didn't read the memory before, he was deceived by human beings into fighting against the mechanical city

Now, what would he think? First of all, what will he do for himself?

History is not afraid to be recalled, but afraid to be repeated.

When the same pain is repeated over and over again on a person, what will it feel like? Strog's back was cold.

”So you're going to continue with this mission?” Strog asked, but his voice was freezing.

”Yes! If there is no big problem, we will continue. Besides, as you said just now, you are the traitor of the mechanical City, and we are the cooperators of interests. We can also see your means, which can be said to be unparalleled. With your help, this time we... ”Wu Kun didn't notice the change in stroge's tone. As he said it, he had a little bit of longing in it.

Strog didn't give Wu Kun time to react at all. A metal fist came to Wu Kun almost in an instant. He didn't even take off his charging wire. He pulled it from the ceiling of the metal platform and burst out a string of sparks.

Wu Kun didn't even have time to close his eyes.

But the fist of kostrog didn't hit him in the face. One hand stretched out from the side and covered the iron fist with the palm. The strength of the palm made it just right. Strog's fist just touched Wu Kun's nose and stopped.

”It's not his fault.” Li Xinyan said slightly with vicissitudes.

”Vicissitudes” is the only word that stroge can find after Li Xinyan read those memories and saw sober Li Xinyan for the first time in these two days.

Similarly, Wu Kun turned to look at Li Xinyan, but he had a feeling that he couldn't tell. Compared with the past, Li Xinyan seemed to be different, but after scratching his head, he couldn't tell what was different.

”Your Highness!”

”Li Xinyan!”

Cried strog wookun at the same time.

Li Xinyan didn't answer anyone. Instead, he stepped forward and took off the sparking wire on stroge. Then he found a place to sit down and rubbed his head with his arms. He said: ”this is a war. For a war, everything is the guarantee of victory. From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with human beings, and there is nothing wrong with the mechanical city. What is wrong is the war itself. ”