At this moment, Ye Junfei finally understood Lin Xiuyan's meaning: as long as she could sever ties with him, she was willing to play all the exciting games with him!
For a fleeting moment, Ye Junfei really wanted to go all the way and pin her to the ground, doing whatever he wanted to her.
His reason, however, told him he couldn't do that.
He felt an overwhelming rage with nowhere to vent it, his peach blossom eyes turning bloodshot, filled with murderous intent.
Lin Xiuyan was startled by his appearance; this was a sign that he was about to lose control of his rage.
She knew he was eccentric, but few people could truly provoke him.
Ye Junfei shoved her away, leaped down, drew his sword, and unleashed a murderous intent.
A cold glint flashed like lightning, blood splattered, and several people had their throats slit by his sword.
Lin Xiuyan watched this scene in utter shock. In the blink of an eye, everyone inside was wiped out by him.
After killing the person, Ye Junfei glanced back in her direction, then turned and left, carrying his blood-dripping sword.
Lin Xiuyan felt that his gaze was extremely cold, and his desolate figure exuded a murderous aura.
She was familiar with him; she had seen him several times in her past life.
The so-called god of death is nothing more than this.
She looked at the iron block inside with a pang of regret. Most of the guards had been killed by Ye Junfei, so this was the perfect opportunity to steal the iron block.
Unfortunately, she came tonight to scout the location, without any tools or people, so she couldn't take these iron blocks with her.
She thought about it and was still a little unwilling, so she took a piece of iron weighing about fifty pounds with her when she left.
Everyone inside was killed by Ye Junfei, and she encountered no resistance when she left.
However, she carried a large piece of iron home, so even with her light-footed skills, she couldn't run fast.
When she returned to her room, drenched in sweat, Ye Junfei was wiping his sword.
The blood on the sword had been wiped clean, and the blade now looked cold and menacing.
His movements were gentle, and his expression tender; you would never guess that he had just killed so many people.
Lin Xiuyan was most afraid of Ye Junfei in this state; he might just slash her neck with a single stroke of his sword.
She quietly tugged at a mechanism; if he made a move, she would fight him to the death.
She didn't want to die!
Ye Junfei didn't turn around, but only asked, "Why are you going there?"
Lin Xiuyan replied, "If I said I was just taking a walk there because I had nothing to do, would you believe me?"
Ye Junfei held the sword to his chest, blade facing upwards, the blade obscuring one of his eyes.
He glanced at her listlessly: "Do I look like an idiot?"
Lin Xiuyan smiled. He had been making unwanted advances towards her lately, and she was always worried that he would slit her throat with a sword at any moment.
If the two of them continue to be together like this, one of them will die sooner or later, and she will most likely be the one to die.
She moved a chair and sat down opposite him, looking at him and saying, "Let's work together!"
Ye Junfei brandished his sword at her: "When two equally matched people come together, it's cooperation; when two people of vastly different strengths come together, it's the weaker one begging the stronger one."
Lin Xiuyan took three steps back to avoid his sword.
He sneered and said calmly, "You're not worthy to cooperate with me."
He looked at her with utter contempt and said, "If you'd exchange your body for it, then we could talk."
Lin Xiuyan was neither surprised nor angry at his attitude. She turned around, took the crossbow down, and placed it in front of him: "As you guessed, this is what I made."
Ye Junfei looked at her with a half-smile: "Not pretending anymore?"
Lin Xiuyan smiled and said, "I've been thinking about this carefully these past few days. Those who rely on their beauty to please others will find that their beauty fades and their love diminishes."
"My status is lowly, and I am not worthy of Young Master Ye. I dare not have any improper thoughts about Young Master Ye."
"Although we are now taking what we need and barely maintaining a balance, our strengths are still vastly different."
"When Young Master Ye gets tired of me, I'm afraid my family and I will all die at his hands."
Ye Junfei raised an eyebrow slightly: "In your eyes, do you perhaps categorize me and Zhou Chenyang as the same kind of people?"
Lin Xiuyan shook her head: "Of course not, Zhou Chenyang isn't even worthy to carry Young Master Ye's shoes."
"I only know my own worth, and I dare not ask Young Master Ye for protection for life."
"I only beg Young Master Ye to spare my entire family's lives, since I gave you the method for making crossbows."
Upon hearing this, Ye Junfei finally understood why she always kept her distance from him and was so wary of him.
In her eyes, he was no different from Zhou Chenyang; he was a scoundrel who was greedy, cruel, and scheming.
He felt a tightness in his chest, and his hand gripping the sword twitched unconsciously.
He saw that although her expression did not change at all, she tightened her grip on the mechanism handle, as if she was ready to fight him at any moment.
At that moment, Ye Junfei realized that her fear of him was ingrained in her very bones.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, sheathed his sword, and tossed it, scabbard and all, onto a small table beside him.
He didn't take her crossbow, but looked at her and asked, "Did you make all the weapons in this house yourself?"
Lin Xiuyan nodded: "Yes."
On her way back, she had already decided that it would be difficult for the Lin family to legitimately take away those iron blocks, and she would need to cooperate with Ye Junfei on this matter.
With Zhou Chenyang eyeing the Lin family with covetous intent, she cannot afford to have a falling out with Ye Junfei, or she might really die without a burial place.
To cooperate with Ye Junfei, it's far from enough for her to suppress his demonic bloodline; she also needs to demonstrate her abilities.
Of all her abilities, the one that impressed Ye Junfei the most was her skill in crafting weapons.
Moreover, Ye Junfei had already guessed this beforehand, and her previous denial was nothing but self-deception.
In that case, it would be better to use this skill as leverage in negotiations.
Ye Junfei glanced at her; he could basically guess what she was thinking. The timing of her bringing this up wasn't ideal, but it essentially aligned with his intentions.
He didn't want her to be afraid of him; he wanted to get closer to her.
He said calmly, "Why should I believe you?"
Lin Xiuyan replied, "There's no time to forge a crossbow now, but I can make a simple modification for you. You can try it."
Ye Junfei stood with his arms crossed, looking at her expressionlessly. She knew that this meant he had agreed.
So she immediately found an ordinary bow and handed it to Ye Junfei: "Take a look and see if this is an ordinary bow."
Ye Junfei wanted to see what tricks she was going to play, so he reached out and took the bow, then glanced at her sideways. She smiled at him.
He snorted and glanced at the bow casually, saying, "An ordinary boxwood bow has a range of fifty to one hundred paces."
After he finished speaking, he tossed the bow back to her. She caught it and praised him, "Young Master Ye has excellent taste!"
Hearing this, Ye Junfei felt inexplicably like she was coaxing him like a child, and he gave her a cold glance.
She smiled sweetly: "Now is the time to witness a miracle."
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