He gritted his teeth and asked sternly, his eyes full of hatred and disgust as he looked at Qin Ningyue.

He had never hated someone so much before and wanted her dead.

Qin Ningyue sat there, her head tilted back, tears streaming down her face. A mocking smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Your Highness, it was you who came to me. Have you forgotten?"

She spoke slowly.

But my memory went back to four years ago!

He appeared in Jiang's house in luxurious clothes and walked straight towards her. At that moment, she became the focus of everyone's attention, and her vanity was greatly satisfied.

So, she admitted it, wanting to have the love and care of this man.

But now, she was full of regret and resentment. If Feng Ling hadn't mistakenly recognized the wrong person and found her, how could she have falsely claimed the life-saving grace because of her vanity at that moment? She wouldn't have reached this point now.

So, she also hated, hated Fenglin, hated Qin Wan, hated Chu Yan, hated Liu Chengfeng... hated everyone!

"Qin Ningyue!"

Hearing Qin Ningyue's words, Feng Ling's eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted, "Just because I came to you, should you admit it? If it's not you, why should you admit it? Why?"

He shouted sternly, and with his five claws forming hooks, he grabbed Qin Ningyue directly, threw her against the wall, and instantly rushed forward to hold her neck tightly.

In just a moment, Qin Ningyue rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

"Phoenix Feather!"

But there was only a roar of anger, and the energy rushed out from behind him, knocking him to the ground and hitting the firewood hard. However, he got up from the ground as if he didn't feel any pain, and rushed towards Qin Ningyue again, with a murderous look and murderous intent.

brush!

At the same time, Chu Yan's sword was unsheathed and stabbed directly at him.

Feng Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with madness. "Why did you lie to me? Why? If you were going to lie, why didn't you keep lying? Why did you tell the truth? Why?"

He shouted angrily.

Every cry is filled with despair and murderous intent!

He rushed towards Qin Ningyue without hesitation, like a mad beast. Chu Yan's sword pierced his arm, but he did not dodge or evade. There seemed to be only one goal in his eyes: Kill Qin Ningyue! Kill Qin Ningyue! Kill her!

Qin Ningyue's eyes widened in fear, her face turned pale, and she clung tightly to the wall.

"Get out of here!"

Feng Ling roared angrily and grabbed Chu Yan's sword with his bare hands. He stood in front of him to stop him from killing Qin Ningyue!

Chu Yan's face was tense to the extreme, and he fought with Feng Ling with every move. The woodshed was not big, and straw was flying everywhere. The split wood also became weapons, being picked up and then smashed down heavily. The two men fought fiercely.

"Feng Ling, do you think that by killing Qin Ningyue, the incident of you bullying Yue'er will disappear? Don't even think about it! You are not worthy of being with Yue'er in this life, not worthy!"

Chu Yan thrust his sword straight at his heart. Feng Ling's eyes were filled with bloodshot, but upon hearing these words, he suddenly stopped all movement and stood there in a daze. It was as if his soul had been instantly sucked away! In an instant, he became extremely desperate!

yes!

Just because he killed Qin Ningyue, does that mean the fact that he hurt Yue'er no longer exists?

The sharp sword stopped the moment it pierced his heart. Feng Ling stopped, and Chu Yan also stopped.

The hourglass seemed to have stopped at this moment.

If his sword had penetrated Feng Ling's vital point, he would have killed him, but he couldn't.

Feng Ling seemed to have lost her soul. She stood there as if her whole body was immersed in ice and snow, extremely cold.

What should he do?

How to accept this fact.

Four years ago, it was him who defiled Yue'er. It was him who forced Yue'er into that state, betrayed her, and made her jump off a cliff. Oh, and... she was pregnant with a child!

That day, Qing Yunyao's roar resounded throughout the hall. She said, "Qing Yue is pregnant with a bastard, a beggar's child!"

That day, his heart was broken and he felt extremely distressed.

He saw the little girl standing there with a pale face, swaying, as if she would fall down at the next moment. At that time, no one knew that she was Qing Yue, only he knew, so he kept looking at her, watching her bite her lips tightly until they bled, watching her red eyes and the tears she was holding back, watching her hands hanging by her side, trembling slightly.

She was afraid, angry, and immersed in endless pain.

He felt so distressed that he wanted to hold her in his arms, comfort her and kiss her.

He even wanted to tear the person who hurt her into pieces, but he didn't expect that person was him, it was him!

He and she had a child, who died in her womb after falling off a cliff while carrying her.

Feng Ling slowly lowered her body and covered her chest tightly. It hurt so much there!

Tears fell one by one from the scarlet eyes.

His vision was blurry, but his memory was becoming clearer.

That day, he held Yue'er in his arms and heard her whisper, "A Ling, everyone has a past. I don't mind your past with Qin Ningyue. On the contrary, I'm grateful to her for saving your life. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you, and I wouldn't be where I am today."

But she didn't know that it was she who saved him.

It was herself who destroyed her.

She seemed to be fine, but she would wake up from nightmares many days and nights. When she woke up, her eyes were full of tears, and even her eyes were out of focus. She stared blankly at a certain place and cried.

He particularly remembered that day when she woke up in the middle of the night, her whole body seemed to have lost its soul, and she lay on the edge of the bed and kept retching. He was terrified at the time and just held her in his arms, but heard her ask over and over again, "A Ling, I was pregnant with a beggar's bastard. Will you despise me? Will you?"

“No, no…”

He held her in his arms and tried to comfort her, but she cried for half the night until she fell asleep in his arms.

She cares, disgustingly!

Disgusting the night her innocence was taken away, disgusting that she became pregnant with a child whose father was unknown.

Even if her soul was reborn, even if she became Qin Wan, the damage imprinted in her soul could not be erased no matter what.

Yeah, he doesn't deserve it.

How could he have the nerve to be with Yue'er?

Feng Ling stood up slowly, his eyes filled with crimson and sorrow. He raised his feet and walked out of the woodshed, step by step. It was only late autumn, but why was it so freezing cold?

Bang.

The door of the woodshed was closed again, and no one paid any attention to Qin Ningyue.

He's just a clown.

Feng Ling stood in the yard, her back to Chu Yan, no longer as elegant and graceful as before. "Chu Yan, do you want to kill me?"

He asked.

Feng Ling's eyes were filled with ice, "I want to tear you into pieces!"

The hatred was squeezed out from between his lips and teeth, word by word.

Yes, he wanted to kill himself.

Feng Ling stood there, the cold wind blowing, making his clothes flutter.

"But not now, otherwise Yue'er will cry! But... Feng Ling, I want you to take the initiative to leave Yue'er, give her the divorce papers, and set her free!"