Feng Xue was speechless for a long moment before she let out a long sigh, "I really don't know what to say just now."
"What kind of custom is this in your realm?" Feng Xue questioned sincerely, "How did you express such cheesy love lines as 'You are the wind and I am the sand, entwined to the ends of the earth' and 'I want to be your Stokka, click, click, and then bang, bang, bang, bang' in such a perverted way?"
Han Qianling: "..."
Even though Han Qianling had always been calm and composed in his life, he couldn't help but be choked by Feng Xue at this moment.
After a brief pause, he sighed, "A place of exceptional location and exceptional talent must be a place of exceptional feng shui."
Feng Xue had already been trained after what happened just now, and had fully demonstrated the ability of "Since I can't understand whether you are praising or scolding me, I will just pretend that you never said anything", and continued to speak according to his original train of thought.
Since she was sure that Luo Jiujiang was safe, she didn't intend to continue asking how Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang would date in the future. After all, meddling in other people's household affairs is a sign of longevity. If someone even meddled in other people's dating habits, he probably wouldn't live long.
"Although I have no status to control it, I suggest you discuss your relationship internally." Feng Xue brushed aside the question of possessiveness and quickly moved on to the next topic that concerned her deeply. "Master Han, what's the matter with your hatred?"
Han Qianling sighed, his face showing no sign of worry or anxiety. Instead, he wore a familiar expression. He said briefly, "It's innate. Inherited along with the inherited memories."
"...are there still such inherited memories?" Feng Xuelu looked stunned. "I thought it was 'Year, Month, and Day, I ate silver gourd fish. It was delicious, but it's poisonous. Don't eat too much. I mean, it really hurts.' This kind of inherited memory is bad luck enough."
"..." Once again, Han Qianling sighed sincerely, "This girl has a profound family background."
Feng Xue waved her hand.
Although she had tried her best to distract from the solemnity of their conversation with nonsense, she still felt as if she had relive her own breakdown when she tasted Han Qianling's hatred. She was almost speechless at the thought. If she was terrified by just tasting it, how could Han Qianling, who had been facing this kind of torture since birth, have managed to survive?
"Honestly, I just wonder why you haven't destroyed the world yet." Feng Xue's eyes were filled with disbelief. "You have managed to remain detached from bloodlust and killing—and you still have no mercy."
"Master Han, do you not need kindness and mercy to restrain hatred and evil?"
"I don't have it, and I don't need it." Han Qianling said calmly: "I will restrain myself and only rely on Jiujiang."
"..." Feng Xue murmured, "Palace Master, do you often leave people you're talking to speechless and saying 'This is impossible!' like you do now?"
Han Qianling said slowly, "Normally, I don't talk to others for such a long time."
"I'm honored." Feng Xue said with a wry smile, "There's one thing I think I finally understand."
Han Qianling cast a questioning look at the right moment.
"There's a famous story in my hometown, one of the most popular ones, about a fox who asked the protagonist to tame it. It said, 'I don't eat bread, wheat is of no use to me, and wheat fields don't remind me of anything. It's very sad! But you have golden hair. When you tame me, it will be wonderful! Wheat is also golden, and it will remind me of you.'"
Han Qianling said calmly, "That's a very good point."
"That's good." Feng Xue looked directly at Han Qianling and said, "Your hatred is directed towards the entire Three Thousand Worlds, and the world is of no use to you. It's just that you like Jiujiang, so when you see the Three Thousand Worlds, you think, 'This is the place Jiujiang loves' - and so far you haven't done anything excessive to all the creatures you hate."
Han Qianling neither admitted nor denied it.
He simply asked, "What happened to the fox?"
"The protagonist isn't from that world. He left." Feng Xue paused, observing Han Qianling's expression intently, but unfortunately, she couldn't discern any clues. "But the fox has come to like the sound of the wind blowing through the wheat fields."
"That's good." Han Qianling said for the second time.
The two of them sat in silence for a while. Han Qianling turned his head slightly, and the moonlight softly passed across his face. Under the bright silver light, Feng Xue suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a hint of blue in the other's eyes.
"Miss, do you have anything else to ask me?" Han Qianling asked politely.
"Yes. Did you know that I can eat emotions?"
Han Qianling thought about it and understood why Feng Xue asked this question: "Do you think that the time you shared a tent with us was because I wanted you to eat up the hatred for me, so I deliberately arranged it?"
Feng Xue was secretly shocked by Han Qianling's sharpness.
"I know Taotie can possess this ability, but I don't know if you have it, let alone whether you ate it." Han Qianling no longer felt the need to hide it from her. He frankly said, "Moving you in was truly a coincidence. I didn't intend to use you to deflect my hatred. On the contrary, I sent you out because I remembered this characteristic of Taotie."
Seeing Feng Xue's surprised and puzzled expression, Han Qianling explained, "Whether there is hatred or not is of no concern to me, but all my love is for Jiujiang, and I don't intend to let others take away even a little bit of it."
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