After hearing the words of the person behind him, Rong Jian's face changed and his whole body stiffened.
Not because of the meaning of the words, but because of the man's voice.
Several days had passed since they met. How could he not recognize that the voice belonged to Feng Xing'er?
After all, she would call his name with an angry face, saying that she was tired, that the flower was beautiful, and shouting... Rong Jian, save me!
But……
Turning around and pointing the iron sword at the girl, Rong Jian quickly retreated a few steps, his whole body tense.
On the day they first met, he once doubted Feng Xing'er's purpose of appearing by his side, and firmly believed in his own judgment.
But on the second day, everything that happened in Yangfeng City, and Feng Xing'er's action of saving him, made Rong Jian unconsciously relax his vigilance step by step and choose to believe her.
And now, when those words, tinged with innocence and madness, came out of Feng Xing'er's mouth, Rong Jian didn't know what expression he should have.
It seems that I have trusted the wrong person again!
The first time was the day when the Yu family came to cancel the engagement. He believed Yu Bie Liu, but was severely slapped in the face that day; and now, he chose to believe a poor little girl, but it turned out that the little girl... was not simple.
After a moment of silence, Rong Jian asked, "Who... are you?"
From everything Yangfengcheng knew, Feng Xing'er was a real person. She had her own close friends and her own life.
But it is obvious that the real Feng Xing'er is definitely not the person in front of him with an evil smile on his lips and an arrogant look.
"We've only been apart for a while, how come you don't recognize each other anymore?" With a sneer, "Feng Xing'er" walked over, "Little brother, I'm Xing'er!"
Rong Jian's face turned cold, and he turned the sword in his hand, ready to swing it out at any time, "You are not."
"Feng Xing'er" stopped and stood two steps away from Rong Jian, then shook her head at Rong Jian.
"No, no, no, you have to believe me, just like a few days ago, believe me, I'm just a little kid, obey me, be obedient..."
The moment the words fell, "Feng Xing'er" suddenly rushed forward and slapped Rong Jian in the chest before he could react.
Feng Xing'er was very quick, and Rong Jian was well aware of this because she had never concealed anything and even took the initiative to expose herself to others and produced reasonable and concrete evidence.
But when this speed was used to fight him, Rong Jian deeply understood how fast it was.
Before he even saw her move, the attack was already upon him.
What followed was a huge force that seemed to penetrate the body.
"Bang!"
Rong Jian was directly knocked away by this palm, fell heavily to the ground, and even slid backwards for a long distance.
Intense pain spread throughout his body. Rong Jian could feel that two of his ribs were broken and blood was oozing from his lungs.
A sweet and fishy taste surged from his throat. Rong Jian pursed his lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the surging blood.
This is a complete crush.
Rong Jian had no power to fight back in front of "Feng Xing'er". Just a random blow was enough to seriously injure him.
Fu appeared beside him in a flash, reached out to touch him, but suddenly retracted her hand.
He pursed his lips tightly, and his figure flashed, turning into a stream of light and returning to the bronze mirror.
At the same time, solemn words rang in Rong Jian's heart.
"Wait, Rong Jian, buy time, wait for me..."
Rong Jian didn't know what Fu was going to do, but since she said that, then... he believed it, he could only believe it.
"Does it hurt?"
Gentle, caring words sounded from above his head. Rong Jian raised his head with some effort and saw Feng Xing'er looking at him with a smile.
Squatting down, Feng Xing'er reached out and poked Rong Jian on the face.
"It hurts, right? You said you believed me when we first met, right? Why did you doubt me?"
With a puffed-up face, "Feng Xing'er" looked like a really angry child, poking Rong Jian's face again and again.
"It's all because of you. I had to perform another show, and in the end I lost a fifth-level ghost."
Having said that, there is nothing left to question.
Sure enough, his initial feeling was correct. Feng Xing'er was coming for him, approaching him with a purpose to gain his trust.
Everything that happened before Wild Wolf Village was fake at the beginning, and everything in the noodle shop in Yangfeng City was also fake.
The fifth-level vengeful ghost was released by Feng Xing'er, and saving him was just a self-directed drama.
But why? What was her purpose?
Rong Jian glared at the girl in front of him and asked through gritted teeth, "Did you do all this?"
Feng Xing'er tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Which one are you asking about? Those little brats in Yangfeng City? Or letting Feng Cheng take the blame? Or perhaps, the rain in Qianyu Forest?"
"You..." Rong Jian felt the rage surging in his heart, and he could hardly control it.
Hundreds of children in Yangfeng City were tortured to death, and the crime was blamed on Feng Cheng. Most of the population near Qianyu Forest also died.
Each of these crimes is unforgivable!
Rong Jian gritted his teeth, supported his body with his left hand, mobilized all his spiritual power to his right hand, and attacked forward with a tiger claw.
"Not good..."
"Feng Xing'er" pouted and complained, then quickly reached out with her right hand, grabbed Rong Jian's wrist, and twisted it sideways with force.
There was only a crisp "crack" sound, which was the clear sound of bones breaking.
“…” Rong Jian clenched his teeth, and big beads of sweat slid down his forehead.
It hurts, very much, a pain that goes straight to the nerves, but Rong Jian doesn't want to show his weakness in front of this devil.
"I told you to be obedient, why are you so naughty?"
"Feng Xing'er" glared and lectured unhappily, like an elder disciplining a child.
Then, she suddenly screamed.
"Ahhhhh, no, no, wrong, wrong!"
A look of panic appeared on the girl's face, and she hurriedly grabbed Rong Jian's broken hand.
"Why did it break? Did it hurt a lot? Was it extremely painful? Or was it just a little bit painful?"
The rough action was like adding insult to injury for Rong Jian's broken wrist.
Rong Jian's breathing unconsciously became much heavier, and blood gradually seeped out from between his clenched teeth.
He was so ruthless, yet he still panicked and reacted like this? He was simply a lunatic... Rong Jian angrily defined him in his heart.
"Why don't you answer?" She tilted her head and glared at Rong Jian unhappily. Then, "Feng Xing'er" curled the corners of her mouth and slowly smiled again.
She let go of Rong Jian's hand, stood up and looked down at him, and a clear boy's voice appeared.
"But it doesn't matter. I can get treatment after I change into this body. It won't be too late, hehe..."
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