The Little Lucky Girl.

At the same time, in the shadows of the War King's tent, a dim candlelight flickered, its light and shadow dancing across Murong Ye's stern face. A howling wind swept through the tent, rustling the tent fabric as if cheering on the battle on the distant battlefield. Murong Ye stood alone, his eyes filled with an infinite coldness. His mind raced through the battlefield today, soldiers falling like ants, their blood seeping into the cracked earth. The air was thick with smoke. He clutched the unused gunpowder tightly in his hand, a mocking smile on his lips, and he thought to himself, "Life and death are determined by fate. This is war. The weak will be eliminated."

Yet, deep within him, another voice struggled painfully, "You could have changed all this. These soldiers had parents, wives, and children. They died because of you." Murong Ye's brows furrowed slightly, a barely perceptible trace of pain crossing his cold face. At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed into the tent, nearly snuffing the candlelight and causing his heart to tighten.

"Hmph, womanly kindness!" The murderous man roared deep in his soul, "If we use gunpowder, we can break the enemy camp, but then the world will be in a state of perpetual war, and many more innocent people will die."

The kind soul wept bitterly, "How could you ignore the loss of these vibrant lives? Is their loyalty and passion to be betrayed like this?" Murong Ye clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. His body trembled slightly, half with cold determination, half with the torment of guilt. Outside the tent, the wind and sand raged, as if also mourning the cruelty of war and his inner struggle.

"I am the King of War. I should put the overall situation first. What do a few sacrifices mean?" The murderous character tried to suppress the kindness in his heart.

But the kind side of him still pleaded, "Don't let the bloodshed blind you any longer. You once harbored compassion. Don't let the name of War King become synonymous with slaughter." Murong Ye slowly closed his eyes, his two personalities clashing fiercely within his soul. Amidst this endless contradiction, he endured the inner turmoil alone, unsure of where to turn. Only the cries of battle continued to assault his shaky rational and emotional defenses, while the wind still howled relentlessly outside the tent, seemingly threatening to drag everything in the world into the abyss of war.

At this moment, Su Qing came to Murong Ye's tent, "Brother Ye!"

Murong Ye collected his thoughts for a moment, "Qing'er!"

"Ok!"

"How did you come?"

"I'm fine, I came to see you!"

"Oh, today is all thanks to you! The enemy army was completely defeated!" And another voice in his head said: "It's all you damned girl who ruined my good deeds!"

"Haha! As you should!"

"I thank you on behalf of thousands of soldiers!"

"Haha, Brother Ye, why did you watch your soldiers fall today without taking out the gunpowder you developed?" Su Qing asked in a cold voice!

Murong Ye stiffened slightly when he heard Su Qing's question, and a subtle panic flashed across his face. A wave of kindness and guilt washed over him. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he didn't know where to begin. Meanwhile, the murderous nature within him roared furiously, "How dare this little girl question me? What does it have to do with her?"

Murong Ye took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his inner restlessness, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Qing'er, war is not won by gunpowder alone. The interests involved are complicated, and I have my considerations." But his heart was struggling painfully. On the one hand, he did not want to disappoint Su Qing and did not want her to see his cruel and cold-blooded side; on the other hand, the doubts about his decision at that time and the coldness hidden deep in his heart were pulling at each other.

Su Qing looked at Murong Ye's evasive expression, and her doubts grew even stronger. She took a step forward, staring intently into his eyes, as if trying to find the answer: "Brother Ye, shouldn't we be honest with each other? How can I trust you when you're being so vague?"

Murong Ye avoided Su Qing's gaze, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching as the two voices in his mind argued more fiercely. The kind side urged him to confide his inner conflict and helplessness to Su Qing, while the murderous side warned him not to expose his weaknesses. Finally, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Qing'er, there are some things you don't understand. This is a decision made in war, and as the commander-in-chief, I must bear all consequences." But his eyes revealed a hint of pain and struggle, a stark contrast to his usual decisiveness on the battlefield.

"Haha, I don't understand?" Su Qing sneered, his eyes filled with disappointment and heartache. "Yes, I don't understand. How could the War King who once cared about the world and loved the people like his own children become like this? In your eyes, are those living lives as worthless as grass, and can be discarded at will?"

Murong Ye's face was embarrassment. He tried to defend himself, but his words faltered. The murderous voice in his head grew even more ferocious. "None of your business, little girl, ruining my plans! I love seeing rivers of blood, that's the thrill! Hahahaha... On this battlefield, it's the law of the jungle. No one can stop me! The lives of those soldiers are but small pawns in my grand scheme of hegemony. Only blood and slaughter can forge my unparalleled reputation." A flicker of struggle flashed in Murong Ye's eyes, and his fists clenched unconsciously, as if battling the demon within. However, the evil force constantly assaulted his rational defenses, causing his face to gradually become distorted and hideous, a stark contrast to the gentle image he usually displayed before Su Qing.

Su Qing looked at Murong Ye's unpredictable expression, and the uneasiness and doubt in her heart became more and more intense. She took a step forward, stared at Murong Ye, and said loudly: "Brother Ye, your eyes were once full of justice and kindness, why have you changed now?"

Murong Ye's body trembled slightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. The kind side of him cried out in his heart: "Qing'er, I don't want to be like this, but I can't control it..." But the murderous voice roared immediately after: "Don't listen to her nonsense, this is the real me, the master of this battlefield!"

Murong Ye held his head in pain and murmured, "Qing'er, please go away and don't worry about me anymore." Tears welled up in Su Qing's eyes, but she said firmly, "No, I won't leave. I want to wake up the you of the past, the War King who made me fall in love."

Su Qing suppressed her inner grief and shock, took a step forward, looked firmly into Murong Ye's struggling eyes, and said softly, "Brother Ye, please calm down and listen to me. I know war is cruel, but you once told me that you hope there will never be another war, that the people can live a happy life, living and working in peace! You hope that this world will be a peaceful, prosperous and prosperous era! Not this endless killing and indifference. Look at this world, every life has its meaning. Those soldiers who followed you through life and death didn't just want to be sacrificed on your road to hegemony."

She paused slightly, raised her hand and gently stroked Murong Ye's clenched fist, trying to make him relax. "Remember when we were in Sujia Village? You told me that you hoped that people all over the world could live like the villagers of Sujia Village, with increasingly prosperous lives, enough to eat and wear warm clothes! No longer worrying about whether they would have their next meal! Back then, your face was filled with joy and satisfaction, because you protected this land and these lives."

Su Qing's voice grew gentler, yet held an undeniable power. "The kindness in your heart is like a star. Even though it's now obscured by dark clouds, it still twinkles deep within. Don't let the darkness of that moment swallow up all your light. You have the ability to win victory and end the war with wisdom and kindness, not bloodshed and brutality."

Tears welled up in Su Qing's eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "Brother Ye, I will always be by your side, and face this inner demon with you. Together, we will find the War King you once was, the one revered by the people and whom I trusted with all my heart, the one with such great love in your heart."

"Qing'er, I'm sorry!" Murong Ye uttered these words with difficulty, his voice trembling with pain. Almost immediately, however, the murderous voice roared back into his mind: "You're not wrong. It's this world that's wrong, this law of the jungle! Only through ruthless slaughter can I rise to the pinnacle of power, control everything!" A flicker of confusion and struggle crossed Murong Ye's eyes, and his hands unconsciously clutched his head, as if trying to ward off the invasion of that evil voice. "I don't want to hurt you, Qing'er, but this power within me, like a surging tide, repeatedly assaults my sanity." His body swayed slightly, like a lone boat drifting in a raging wind, torn between the two extremes of kindness and murder. Su Qing looked at him with heartache, wanting to move closer but afraid to irritate his fragile and chaotic heart.