Although he said he dared not, his tone was reluctant and he was suppressing his emotions. Chu Huaixu was well aware of the other party's dissatisfaction with him.
“Brother Zhou Tong, I know you’re anxious. I’m just like you, wanting to tear those people to pieces every moment. But we’ve waited five years already, what’s the rush?”
“Killing them is not enough, Brother Zhou Tong. I want to clear my father and brothers’ names and let the whole world know that they were wronged. This is more important than killing Song Ting. Do you understand?”
Zhou Tong had followed Chu Huaiqing through thick and thin, so he naturally knew how much blood and tears the Xuanjia Army had shed to guard the border. They should not die in humiliation and without a clear explanation.
He wanted to clear Chu Huai's name, for he was his hero and the hero of Dayan. He should never die with such a humiliating crime and be condemned after death.
How could he be willing to give it up?
His goal from beginning to end was to clear Chu Huaiqing's name and to bring home the 100,000 souls who died unjustly and humiliated.
When that person was still alive, he was always impulsive, and it was Zhou Tong who was always there to persuade and stop him. But that person would always say nonchalantly, "It's okay, you're here to hold me back anyway."
Zhou Tong then vowed in his heart that he would stay by her side and protect her for the rest of his life.
But later, that person died, and he couldn't protect him. He himself became that impulsive and reckless person, with only one thought in his mind: revenge.
Memories mingled with blood and tears; every time Zhou Tong thought of them ten thousand times, he felt pain ten thousand times. And the person before him was that person's most beloved and cherished younger brother.
Killing someone is indeed easy, but clearing someone's name is incredibly difficult. Zhou Tong kowtowed to the ground, his eyes reddening: "This subordinate understands. I was offended before, please forgive me, young master."
"Get up." Chu Huaixu helped the man up. "I should thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be alive today. Brother Zhou Tong, don't worry, I will definitely take Song Ting's life. The reason I haven't killed him yet is because he is still useful."
"But Zhou Tong, you have to promise me you won't kill innocent people anymore. Big Brother doesn't want you to become like this because of him."
Faint footsteps approached, and Chu Huaixu immediately fell silent. He gestured to Zhou Tong with his eyes, and the latter disappeared into the night as silently as he had come.
Almost at the same time, Song Ting emerged from the woods, carrying a rabbit in one hand. He noticed something keenly and glanced a few times in the direction Zhou Tong had disappeared.
Feeling a little guilty, Chu Huaixu took the initiative to greet him: "Rabbit?"
"Hmm." Song Ting's attention was immediately drawn to Chu Huaixu the moment he appeared. Seeing Huaixu's happiness, he pursed his lips and smiled slightly. "He's very plump, we can grill him—"
eat.
The words she was about to say were swallowed back down. Song Ting felt as if she had been paralyzed, her whole body numb and unable to move.
“You look better when you smile, sir. You always have such a stern face, you look like an old-fashioned shrew.” Chu Huaixu poked his cheek with his fingertip and smiled, “Your dimple is still there.”
Song Ting has a dimple, but only one, on his left cheek. It's faint when he smiles, and it's hard to notice unless you look closely, but Chu Huaixu used to like poking it there.
Not content with poking one side, they also wanted to poke the other side, saying they wanted to poke out the dimple on the other side as well, so that it would be symmetrical.
At this moment, he was doing the same thing as before. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight. Song Ting unconsciously leaned over and wanted to kiss him.
Chu Huaixu smiled and dodged, then kissed Song Ting on the forehead when he looked lost and confused: "I'm hungry, hurry up and roast a rabbit."
Song Ting was still dazed from the kisses, and only after she had finished skinning one rabbit did she slowly come to her senses. Looking up, she saw Chu Huaixu holding another rabbit and feeding it grass.
The rabbit was so frightened in his hands that it almost fainted, but in Huaixu's arms it calmly chewed on grass, just like a domesticated rabbit.
Song Ting felt a pang of jealousy, pursed his lips, and lifted the rabbit from Huai Xu's arms by its ears. Huai Xu looked up at him, his pupils widening: "You want to kill this one too?"
That expression was so cute that Song Ting's heart softened for a moment. Huai Xu must be bored by himself, so why not keep this little guy to keep him company?
But then he remembered how the rabbit had rubbed against Huaixu's chest earlier, and his expression changed slightly. He changed his mind: "One isn't enough."
"That's enough, I'm not actually that hungry, I can't eat that much," Chu Huaixu said. His gaze fell on the rabbit several times.
Song Ting snapped the rabbit's neck expressionlessly: "I didn't eat it either."
Chu Huaixu: "..."
Chu Huaixu lowered his eyes, casually tossed away the half-eaten grass in his hand, and said with a mix of anger and amusement, "Tsk, you're such a jealous person."
Song had been wanting to kiss him for a while, and now that she was aroused, she could no longer hold back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him.
Chu Huaixu tried to dodge again, but Song Ting grabbed his waist and pulled him into her arms.
"Yes, so young master, accept your fate. In this life, you can only raise me, your dog. As for the others, whether they are people, dogs, or rabbits, I will kill them."
Song Ting reached out and tucked his loose hair behind his ear, her fingertips brushing against his cheek, feeling a faint coolness and a slight stickiness.
It's blood.
Song Tingcai had just skinned a rabbit, and his hands were stained with blood. Now, with his movements, the blood stained Chu Huaixu's face and was imprinted on the corners of his already slightly red eyes, like applying the finest rouge, making him so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
Song Ting's breathing became slightly sluggish, then suddenly became burning hot. He cupped Chu Huaixu's face in his hands, his lips moving from the corner of Chu Huaixu's bloodshot eyes to his ears.
He lightly licked and slowly bit down, carefully moving his fingers down to the soft earlobe, and then to the neck.
Chu Huaixu was forced to tilt his head back, and his fair and slender neck [ignore] became Song Ting's property, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
"Heh." A soft laugh escaped Chu Huaixu's throat. He braced himself against the rock behind him with one hand, and wrapped the other arm around Song Ting's neck, giving her a tender and lingering kiss.
He narrowed his eyes, like a cunning little fox, knowing exactly how to lure the person in front of him: "Sir, you are really domineering and unreasonable, but sir, you have dirtied me."
He deliberately spoke those words softly and slowly, his warm breath brushing against Song Ting's face, making her feel a little itchy. Song Ting's breath caught in her throat, and she looked at him with a devout and infatuated gaze.
Ignore him and make him dirty.
Song Ting had long wanted to tarnish [ignore] him.
I want this person to be covered in traces and aura of his neglect.
They wanted to possess it.
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