half demon glass

Chapter 1002

Qian Xianjing and I have been at odds for so long and hurt each other for so long.

No matter how much I humiliated him in front of him, trampled on his self-esteem, or lied to him, I never saw him so humble or even subdued in front of me.

I know that Qian Xianjing is really scared now, he is too scared.

He just wants me to beg for mercy, and wants to catch me in front of the ancestral hall of my ancestors, so that I can personally atone for them, and make me bow to him. He doesn't really want to be my enemy at all.

I was affected by his emotions, but for the first time in a long time, and truly for the first time, I was suddenly able to understand him from his perspective.

I once stubbornly believed that I was right in everything, whether it was the direction I chose or everything I did, everything was right, and those who opposed me were all wrong.

But now, I seem to have suddenly woken up.

They were right, they had always been right, I was wrong, very wrong.

I wanted to reform southern Xinjiang and went my own way, but I didn't use the right method.

I want to do something, break away from my identity as a saint and give me everything, but I always mess up.

Their position was correct, but it was me who was wrong. It was really me. It was me who made everyone's situation awkward and made everything go off the track, but I still wanted everyone to do it in my way and my ideas. Do.

But how can a person live in this world and have so many satisfactory things? Does every idea you have must be right, and will it be recognized by everyone?

Perhaps, my idea of ​​reforming southern Xinjiang is right. I should also kneel in front of the graves of my ancestors, piously admit my mistakes to them and atone for my sins.

Because I went my own way and never considered others, I did too many wrong things and harmed too many people.

Now it's too late to wake up.

My knees suddenly sank, and I knelt heavily on the ground. This kneeling made a crisp sound, which shocked Feng Jiuqing and Ye Jinli, and also shocked Qian Xianjing to the point where his breathing slowed down. Half a beat.

"Yun Moli, you..."

I didn't say anything, and kowtowed three times in Qian Xianjing's direction.

In this life, I never thought I would kneel down to anyone.

But I killed his brother, and I should atone for it.

"I'm sorry." I tapped my forehead on the ground and apologized to him devoutly.

Qian Xianjing was stunned, as if she didn't expect that the murderer would apologize.

"Qian Xianjing, we have been fighting for so long, and I gave up to you. I once thought that you had your position and your thoughts. You were right, and so was I. But it wasn't until today that I realized , I was wrong, I was really wrong, so wrong.”

"Whether it is Southern Xinjiang or everything, it will become what it is today. The culprit of everything is me. I admit my mistake to all of you."

"Although Southern Xinjiang was not destroyed by me, it was started because of me. Whether it was because of Feng Jiuqing or because I was a goddess of the gods in my previous life. If you want to revolutionize Southern Xinjiang, you have to open that bronze door. Whatever, it’s all my thoughts, I shouldn’t implicate any innocent people.”

"Although I didn't kill Qian Xianling with my own hands, I did have murderous intentions towards him. I even almost dropped the knife in my hand and almost killed him."

"I don't want to make any excuses for myself. Qian Xianling did die because of me."

(End of this chapter)