Chapter 140: The Fury of the Two Heroes (6)
When the banquet was almost coming to an end, after all, all good things must come to an end, even for three people.
Huan Ling opened his thin lips and said: "It's almost done. In order to satisfy you two and hope that you two will have a good time, I have specially arranged a show."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes towards Huan Ling. The time that was supposed to come had finally come...
Huan Ling did not continue the show, but looked back and forth between Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng, then raised a playful arc at the corner of his lips, fixed his eyes on Feng Qinghan and smiled: "Originally, this show was specially prepared for you, but..."
After saying this, Huan Ling turned his gaze back to Zhao Ziheng and continued: "Since King Zhao is here, why not enjoy it together?"
It is not known whether he said this deliberately for Feng Qinghan or Zhao Ziheng, or both. What is certain is that both of them were shaken to some extent after hearing this, but fortunately both of them were good at hiding it so they did not show it on their faces. Feng Qinghan knew that Huan Ling would not simply hand over Yin Yin, but he was looking forward to what tricks he would play. As long as it did not cross the bottom line, anything would be fine. As for Zhao Ziheng, maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other for too long, he felt an inexplicable nervousness and slowly tightened the wine glass in his hand.
After looking at the two of them, Huan Ling clapped his hands twice, indicating the beginning of the show!
In the silent space, it seemed that not a single sound could be heard, only the sound of the friction of the chains was gradually approaching and getting louder and louder... The first two men in blue who appeared in front of Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan were two men in blue, one of whom was holding a chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was a woman in a pure white dance dress, with her slender arms tied with chains and her eyes blindfolded. Not only her hands, but also her feet were chained. Although the chains on her hands and feet were not rough, they still left deep bruises on her delicate skin bound by the chains. In addition to the marks left by the chains, there were many wounds all over her body, showing what kind of cruel experience she had faced, especially the bloodstains on her pure white dance dress, which was even more shocking. She was naked and barefoot, moving step by step with difficulty, and every step she moved would leave a bloody footprint; and behind the dancer, there were two more men in blue. The four men surrounded the dancer as if they were afraid that she would escape.
Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Zhao Ziheng's fingers holding the wine glass had turned white, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to control his emotions. His eyes were fixed on the dancer... Both Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan knew who the dancer was, but they didn't expect her to look so outrageous.
Huan Ling looked at the reactions of Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan jokingly. Feng Qinghan was relatively stable, except for Zhao Ziheng... He had changed from his previous calmness and looked obviously a little excited, and it was not difficult to see that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.
The man in blue brought the dancer onto the stage and then retreated off the stage. The four of them retreated to the four corners.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Qinghan turned to Huanling and said: "What do you mean?"
When Feng Qinghan finished speaking, the figure on the stage shook subconsciously, raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice, opened his mouth to say something, but could clearly see his lips moving but could not hear any sound.
"As you can see, I have prepared a wonderful show, and she..." Phantom turned to the dancer on the stage and continued: "She is the protagonist. "
As Huan Ling's gaze shifted to the dancer on the stage, Feng Qinghan's gaze also turned over. He saw the dancer moving her lips towards him as if she was saying something, but he couldn't hear a word. Then he saw the dancer slowly raise her trembling hands to hold her throat...
Feng Qinghan's previously calm expression was now somewhat stiff. He stared at the dancer on the stage and said, "What's going on?"
"Maybe she wants to say something, but unfortunately..." Huanling answered with a smile, but paused for a moment in the middle of the sentence: "She is just a mute."
Then the sound of ceramic breaking penetrated everyone's eardrums. Feng Qinghan and Huan Ling turned their eyes to the source of the sound at the same time, only to see that Zhao Ziheng's hand, which had been holding the wine glass in mid-air, was now clenched into a fist. Wine and red liquid continuously flowed out from between the fingers of his fist and flowed onto the table in front of him. His face was ashen, and his eyes were staring straight at the dancer on the stage. His lips were pursed into a line because of anger and suppression, and his whole body was trembling slightly... His whole body was trying hard to control the clamor for venting.
Obviously, the dancer on the stage also heard the sound, but she was blindfolded and could not see what was happening in front of her or who was there.
Watching Zhao Ziheng's reaction carefully, Huan Ling's smile deepened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He said, "Is King Zhao dissatisfied with the program I arranged?"
When she heard the words , the dancer stumbled back and nearly fell. She looked... or should I say looked, she was facing the direction where Zhao Ziheng was, because of the sound before. She slowly lowered her arms that were touching her throat, her lips trembling, and then a streak of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Because her eyes were covered with a red cloth, no one could see her expression...
Feng Qinghan suddenly closed his eyes, opened them again after a moment, turned to Huanling, and asked: "What do you want?"
Hearing this, Huanling smiled even more deeply, and she said: "What do you want? Can you give it to me?"
Seeing Huan Ling's smile, Feng Qinghan already understood what she wanted, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart...
