Jiang Li stretched out his hand and shook it hard.

A determined smile appeared on his face.

"What I want is not the king himself, but to become the king!"

Jia Da's breathing was stagnant, and her pupils showed a little surprise.

She saw a strong obsession in Jiang Li.

The desire for power is as deep in his bones as it is for him.

Then, she suddenly realized.

"I see. Indeed, the only person worthy of being targeted by you is the throne itself!"

Think about it carefully.

Perhaps this is the natural answer.

Jiada drank the ice in the paper cup in one gulp, then stretched out her hand, blood mist exploded on her arm, and a large amount of blood poured out and fell into the cup.

"Drink!"
Chapter completed!