Chapter 150 Bloodstains (5)
Wang Ye watched Yun Meng leave, but his eyes were on Zhou Yan. Knowing Zhou Yan well, he could not imagine that he would yield to others, even if there was a reason. He looked back at Zuo Yu lying on the ground, then looked up at the sky, and said sadly in his heart: I'm afraid it's not just a bloody storm.
Suddenly, he tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and his figure flashed, and Wang Ye's figure disappeared.
The valley was filled with the sounds of fighting and blood. The people of Huanling were all elite Wind Wolves, but Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Yan, Zhou Cheng, and Feng Qinghan were no ordinary people. The two sides were evenly matched, and constant injuries and deaths were the obvious result of this battle.
Located in a guest room at the northwest end of the valley, there was a pile of corpses lying outside the door, and two "white wolves" were guarding the door.
"Can you tell me why you came here?" Feng Qinghan stood in the room and asked the person sitting on the bed on the other side of the screen.
Judging from her figure, it is not difficult to tell that the person sitting on the bed is a woman, but she did not answer Feng Qinghan's question. One could only feel that her eyes were fixed on Feng Qinghan.
As if he had already understood the woman's silence, Feng Qinghan was not displeased, but said calmly: "You are doing well there, why do you come here to seek death? You don't know what the consequences of coming here will be, do you?"
It was not difficult to hear from her tone that she had nothing to do with herself, but why did Feng Qinghan appear just to say this? It was self-evident that the two knew each other, and why did Feng Qinghan come to see her specifically? It was definitely not Feng Qinghan's style to come to someone who was seeking death.
Suddenly, the woman broke the silence with a chuckle, but Feng Qinghan remained indifferent, as if he was not surprised by it and seemed to understand it.
"Do you still care about my life or death?" A very familiar voice came from the other side of the screen. Although it was smiling, it could not hide the sadness in the tone.
After hearing this, Feng Qinghan remained unmoved. He just shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent attitude, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Although Feng Qinghan's movements were small, they were completely seen by the woman. She could only show an extremely bitter smile and continued: "Although I don't know why you are here, if you want to kill me, just do it. I will neither run away nor hide, and I will not complain at all."
"Why do you think so?" Feng Qinghan looked slightly surprised, like a child who had done something wrong and was humbly asking for advice.
The woman snorted coldly and said: "Isn't it? You have always taken pleasure in torturing me. When you can use me, you will try your best to use me. If you can't use me, you will naturally want to kill me, right? If I get in your way, I'm afraid you will want to kill me yourself, right?"
Hearing the voice, Feng Qinghan did not respond immediately as he did before, but opened the folding fan in his hand and looked at the woman on the other side of the screen with a thoughtful look.
The woman still felt bitter about Feng Qinghan's attitude. She admitted that she had never understood Feng Qinghan, but she knew very well that Feng Qinghan hated her. She thought her guess was correct. No matter whether she lived or died, Feng Qinghan would never be moved at all. That's why she would not compromise, especially in front of Feng Qinghan. Even if she died, she would maintain her remaining dignity, because even if she died, she did not want to show her weak side in front of Feng Qinghan.
Both sides were silent for a while, and finally Feng Qinghan closed the folding fan in his hand to break the deadlock, and then his voice was heard: "I didn't know you hated me so much?"
There was no seriousness in his tone, but rather it sounded as if he didn't care.
The woman, on the other hand, seemed to have known about this for a long time. She wanted to cry but had no tears. Her heart was even more bitter. She believed that Feng Qinghan must have known about this. As for why he pretended to be ignorant, she felt that it was unnecessary for someone like Feng Qinghan to pretend to be ignorant. So she said: "Shouldn't you hate me?"
Feng Qinghan tilted his head, as if thinking, and after a moment he replied: "I don't remember saying that."
"Do you need to say your hatred for someone? No matter how beautiful your words are, your actions betray your heart." The woman's tone was very calm when she said this, as if it was a line that had been prepared long ago, or even more like something that everyone knows.
Feng Qinghan held his chin with his folding fan, looked at the woman and said: "Have I ever done anything that caused you to misunderstand me so deeply?"
"Misunderstanding?" the woman repeated with a smile, as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.
"Otherwise, I really can't think of what I have done to make you hate me so much. I obviously have never hated you." Feng Qinghan's tone was still calm.
Perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that so many things had happened, everyone should have been happy to hear these words. Everyone knew that Feng Qinghan never lied, and there must be a reason for his difficult explanation. But the woman really couldn't believe that Feng Qinghan's words were still credible after he had done so many things.
The woman smiled sadly and said: "If it was in the past, maybe I would believe you, but do you think I will still believe you now?"
Feng Qinghan shrugged , obviously not caring, and he said indifferently: "This is not the point. I just want to tell you again, leave or die, which one do you choose? If you want to die, there is no need to bother coming here, just tell me directly, and I will let you die happily."
After hearing this, the woman smiled. She seemed to have heard something that was not quite real, enough to make her think she was in a dream. Her vision was also a little blurry, making her feel it was not real .
