Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 962: Maple 5 (4)

However, he soon figured it out.

Xing Rong, a person who loves freedom, doesn't pursue power or status. She values ​​freedom and unfettered freedom more than anything else. Becoming a king, however, means taking on more responsibilities and constraints, which clearly contradicts what she desires.

She likes to walk around and experience different scenery; she likes to stay in one place quietly for a long time to enjoy the tranquility and comfort; she likes to sleep in and let herself relax completely; she prefers the kind of life that does not require her to use her brain and where she can have food and clothes provided for her.

Perhaps because of her personality, she discovered him, saw him, helped him, and then saved him.

Not only that, she seemed to lack the emotions that humans should have, and her emotions were unusually stable, as if nothing could cause her to feel emotionally unstable.

He had never seen any emotion such as pity, disgust, hatred in her eyes, not even liking or love.

In her world, the most pressing thing is the desire for delicious food.

Since she has no interest in being the supreme ruler, then he will be the one to take charge.

If he became king, she would have more freedom and would not have to stay on this planet all the time. She could go wherever she wanted.

And he will no longer allow anyone to bully him, nor will he easily let others kill the people he cares about.

From the moment he made up his mind, he began to actively win over those who were willing to stand on his side.

At first, he didn't receive much recognition. After all, even though he was Xing Rong's follower, he was just a follower. In this circle of powerful people, he had no status to speak of.

When he realized that those seemingly friendly people rejected him without hesitation, he did not find it strange, but began to use Xing Rong's influence.

He implemented his plan in the name of Xing Rong, and sure enough, those people quickly agreed.

Soon, he successfully organized a large army, which was large enough to compete with the king. Not only that, he also had supplies supported by wealthy merchants, which greatly increased the success rate of his plan.

Xing Rong knew that he was using her name to recruit soldiers and fight for the position of king.

She neither stopped nor helped, but just watched the development of the situation calmly, like a bystander.

He failed.

In the shattered square of the capital, the army he led was reduced to a pile of twisted wreckage and cold corpses. He himself lay on the blood-soaked ground, his body broken and battered.

His vision was blurry, and he could only see countless pairs of muddy and bloodstained military boots swaying before him. Every breath brought a sharp pain from his broken ribs, as if his lungs had been stabbed into by his broken ribs. The pain was unbearable.

He wanted to raise his hand, even to move a finger, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to do so. His whole body felt like it was being pressed down by an invisible mountain, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, a pair of unique and familiar long boots slowly came before his eyes. He didn't even need to look up to know that the owner of these boots was Xing Rong.

"Before you succeed, I will still be Wang Qing's chief of strategy." Xing Rong's voice was still cold and calm, without any ripples.

Hearing this, he could not reply, and could only utter a feeble, miserable laugh. This miserable laugh was filled with despair and helplessness, as if it was a self-mockery of his own failure.

Does she mean that as long as he is not the king, she has no way to help him do these things?

Then why didn't she help him?

As long as she is willing to help him, he will become the new king, and she will naturally become the new king's strategic chief.

"You have wealth and power before, but have you ever thought about helping those who are still living in civilian areas?"

When he heard this question, he was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't have the energy to speak, but just tried harder to look up at her.

"So, there's no reason to help the weaker party."

He listened to her words, feeling somewhat unwilling, but unable to refute. He felt his body growing heavier, as if being pressed down by an invisible force, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep forever.

My body became unusually light and drifting, and a familiar yet indifferent voice came to my ears: "Do you want to live?"