Chapter 12 After Abandoning the Rebellious Villain 12 Are You Not at All...

The sudden change made everyone present hold their breath and watch the scene in front of them intently.

Even Chu Xiangzhi, who was sitting on the high platform and watching this drama of fratricide nonchalantly, stood up and stared at Fu Wei in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time when he saw Fu Wei appear.

The powerful dragon was so powerful, but just a second before it roared and collided with Fu Wei, it stopped.

The powerful spiritual power calmed down like a spring breeze. The ferocious dragon rubbed against Fu Wei's raised palm like a pet snake, and then dissipated in Fu Wei's gentle smile.

Feng Lingwu's eyes were bloodshot and his soul was trembling. He looked at Fu Wei in disbelief, as if he would burst into tears in the next second.

Fu Wei just smiled at him, bent down and squatted, and whispered: "Don't get excited yet, if you have anything to say, let's talk after the game, okay?"

Fu Wei once again transformed into a golden light and disappeared.

Feng Lingwu felt that his spiritual power had recovered and the blocked meridians began to flow. He slowly stood up and stared at Feng Weiyu with sharp eyes.

"You almost hurt him, damn it!"

Dozens of fire talismans flew out, accompanied by a hexagram array shining with golden light.

After the fierce battle just now, the talismans on his body had been almost used up, and even most of his spiritual power had been consumed. He was no match for Feng Lingwu at all. What's more, Feng Lingwu's strength had increased dramatically now, and he was several times stronger than when he fought against Huangmao.

Feng Weiyu's voice trembled and he stepped back subconsciously, but was blocked by the formation. Golden chains rose from the ground, entangled from all directions, and locked his limbs.

Dozens of fire spell books turned into raging fire dragons, roaring and charging towards Feng Weiyu.

The elders on the judging panel were horrified and slammed the table, "Stop!"

No matter what, Feng Weiyu is the young master of the Feng family. If something goes wrong in Qingyun Mountain, I'm afraid the entire Qingyun Mountain will suffer!

Several elders jumped off the judges' seats and cast spells quickly to try to block the fire dragon, but it was too late. Only half of the fire dragon's power was removed, and the other half hit Feng Weiyu.

Feng Weiyu vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Several elders quickly helped Feng Weiyu up and treated him.

"You are so arrogant! What have you done?!"

"This is the young master of the Feng family, Feng Lingwu. He is your biological brother. How dare you treat him so cruelly? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Feng Lingwu was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. He just wanted to see Fu Wei as soon as possible, but Chu Xiangzhi, who was sitting on the high platform, came hurriedly.

"This matter is not Lingwu's fault." Chu Xiangzhi smiled kindly at Feng Lingwu and said protectively, "Swords and knives are ruthless on the competition stage, so injuries are inevitable. And everyone saw that it was Young Master Feng who first attacked Lingwu. Lingwu was only protecting himself. Lingwu did nothing wrong."

The Feng family members' expressions turned grim: "Young Master Chu, what do you mean by this? Do you think our young master has brought this upon himself?"

Even the Chu family whispered, "Young Master, offending the entire Feng family for a Feng Lingwu is not a good deal."

Chu Xiangzhi said with a stern face: "I have my own plans, how can you doubt me?"

The Chu family didn't dare to speak.

Chu Xiangzhi's face was pale, and he looked like a weak willow in the wind, but his voice was undeniable: "On the field, swords have no eyes. Feng Lingwu did nothing wrong in this matter. If Young Master Feng or the head of the Feng family thinks I am partial, they can come to Qingyun Mountain in person and talk to my father."

No matter who you talk about, this matter is all Feng Weiyu's fault.

What's more, the other person that Chu Xiangzhi protected was also a member of the Feng family. If the matter really got out of hand, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

In the end, after some debate, the Feng family angrily withdrew from the competition and took Feng Weiyu and Huangmao home.

After dealing with the Feng family, a long time had passed. Feng Lingwu thought he could finally escape, but was stopped by Chu Xiangzhi again: "Lingwu, wait a minute."

Feng Lingwu frowned impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Prime Minister Chu knew: "The Lingwu's desperate counterattack in the competition just now was really exciting, especially that painting...I wonder if you can lend it to me to see a few of it?"

When Feng Lingwu heard that he was planning to take advantage of Fu Wei, he immediately became unhappy and looked at him warily: "It's just an ordinary painting, nothing to see. If it's okay, I'll leave first."

Chu Xiangzhi, however, refused to give up and stopped the man again: "Lingwu, to be honest, your painting is very similar to the one I lost many years ago. That painting is very important to me. I have been searching for it for many years but still can't find it. Let me see the painting. If it's not mine, I'll give up."

Feng Lingwu sneered: "If it was really important, how could it be lost? If you really liked it, you should recognize it at first sight. Besides, this is my thing, why should I show it to you?"

Chu Xiangzhi's expression also turned cold, and he said bluntly, "Are you feeling guilty? Or are you afraid that the painting is really the one I lost?"

Feng Lingwu didn't bother to pay attention to him: "No matter what happened in the past, this painting is mine now. I advise you not to pay attention to him, otherwise I will make you pay!"

After saying that, Feng Lingwu left immediately.

Chu Xiangzhi's eyes were sinister, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked a little disappointed and a little angry. He muttered to himself, "Brother, are you back to find me?"

"But why don't you come to me? Why don't you come to me?"

"Yes, it must be Feng Lingwu who bewitched you. It doesn't matter. I will definitely get you back."

…

Feng Lingwu couldn't wait any longer, so he found a quiet place, took out the scroll from his arms, and opened it with trembling hands.

"Fuwei, Fuwei, is that you?"

"Wake up, please wake up, okay? Answer me, are you back?"

"Fuwei, answer me, Fuwei."

But no one paid any attention to him. Just as Feng Lingwu's heart sank little by little, he felt desperate.

Someone came over and looked at him curiously: "What are you mumbling about?"

Feng Lingwu's body froze, and he turned to look at Fu Wei, who had been standing behind him with a faint smile.

"Fuwei——"

Fu Wei: "This is treasonous! How can you speak like that? Call me Master."

Feng Lingwu bit her lip and stared at him intently: "Where did you go just now?"

Fu Wei showed him her work, which was hawthorn balls packed in a paper bag and covered with a layer of icing sugar. They tasted sour and sweet and were very pleasing to the eye.

Fu Wei pointed at Zhao Nan, who was standing not far away and waving at them, and said, "When you were playing, I was a little bored, so I went for a walk around the area with Zhao Nan. Who knew that when I came back, you looked like you were about to cry."

The uncomfortable mood dissipated, and the grievance and anger surged in his heart again. He looked at the smiling Zhao Nan, and then looked at Fu Wei who was also smiling and holding the hawthorn ball. The anger in his heart instantly stayed there, unable to go up or down, and his eyes were red with anger.

After holding it in for a long time, Feng Lingwu finally managed to utter, "You mean? I was desperately trying to compete, but when you woke up, not only did you not care about me, you actually went shopping with Zhao Nan?"

Every word was full of accusation.

Five years.

How dare Fu Wei do that?

After leaving me for five years, he finally came back and acted as if he didn't care.

Fu Wei choked and tried to change the subject, asking him seriously, "Would you like to eat a hawthorn ball?"

Feng Lingwu's lips moved and he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he just gave up, reached out and hugged Fu Wei, lowered his head, and bit Fu Wei's neck.

Fu Wei gasped in pain and was about to push him away, but found that Feng Lingwu was crying.

The man who was fearless in the face of danger during the competition, cold and ruthless when catching ghosts, and cruel and merciless when facing the enemy was made to cry by anger.

Fu Wei froze.

This time my neck didn’t hurt anymore, but I suddenly felt a little heartache.

The grievance in her heart tilted towards the man who had grown up and was taller than Fu Wei. He cried in a suppressed and almost silent way, like an unwanted child. For the first time in her life, Fu Wei felt helpless.

It's over, I've gone too far.

The system laughed so hard that it was almost touching his back. It said to Fu Wei, "Sir, he seems to have been pissed off by you and is crying. What should we do?"

Fu Wei suppressed her panic and said calmly, "It's a small matter. I can handle it."

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Lingwu, who had cried enough, finally looked up.

"It's not that I don't care about you, I was just joking." Fu Wei approached Feng Lingwu and wanted to wipe his tears, but Feng Lingwu dodged her.

Feng Lingwu grabbed Fu Wei's wrist and asked him word by word: "Do you know how scared I am?"

"I almost thought I would never see you again. I thought you were going to die for me again. Fu Wei, do you know how I felt when you slowly faded away in my arms five years ago?"

"I wish I could kill them all! But the one I hate most is myself."

"Since that day, I haven't had a good dream or a peaceful sleep. You're there when I open my eyes, you're there when I close my eyes, and you're there even in my dreams."

"But now you tell me you're kidding me?"

"How could you say that? How dare you say that?"

Fu Wei was speechless and couldn't say a word of rebuttal, especially when he saw Feng Lingwu's tears constantly dripping, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

Come to think of it, he is indeed a jerk.

Fu Wei: "Xiao Lingwu, please stop crying, okay?"

Feng Lingwu ignored him and just held Fu Wei's wrist tighter. He said, "You can make a fuss, be angry, or cry, but Fu Wei can't leave."

"Master is wrong, please stop crying, okay?"

Fu Wei subconsciously reached out and wanted to rub Feng Lingwu's head, but found that the boy who was originally only as tall as his shoulders was now half a head taller than him. He could no longer rub his head like he did when he was a child.

My child is growing up too fast, and I feel a little regretful. Why?

Just when Fu Wei was about to stop, Feng Lingwu lowered his head and rubbed it into Fu Wei's palm.

Like a big dog.

Fu Wei subconsciously said, "Good boy."

Feng Lingwu snorted coldly and still ignored him, but he persisted in his words and deeds.

Fu Wei's expression became increasingly gentle. He rubbed Feng Lingwu's hair, which was no longer soft. With his other hand, he gently patted his back, coaxing him like he did when he was a child: "Master is wrong. Master won't do it again next time. You are the most important person in Master's heart, and the person I love most, so don't be angry, okay?"

"Yeah." Feng Lingwu's expression finally softened, and he pretended to be reserved and said, "Then you have to compensate me."

Will you negotiate terms with him?

Fu Wei raised an eyebrow: "What compensation do you want?"

Feng Lingwu blushed slightly, and said shyly, "I want you to hold me in your arms tonight, no, every night from now on."

Fu Wei was stunned, not quite understanding: "What?"

Feng Lingwu's expression changed instantly. He turned his head away and refused to let Fu Wei touch him. He said coldly, "I knew that Master was just trying to coax me. In fact, he doesn't care about me at all. He's just trying to give me a perfunctory answer by talking about compensating me."

"You don't miss me at all, do you?"

Fu Wei: “…No.”

Why do I feel like children become more difficult to deal with as they grow older?

Feng Lingwu: "Then do you agree?"

Fu Wei said politely: "You are already a big kid, you can't be the same as when you were little."

"Forget it if you don't agree," Feng Lingwu whispered, "You didn't hold me in your arms many times when I was a child anyway, and I still had to wash clothes and cook for you."

Fu Wei: “…”