Chen Yan looked into his tearful eyes.
She whispered to him, "Hua Yan, it's over."
Hearing this, Feng Huayan's tears fell faster. He wanted to move closer to Chen Yan, and moved his fingers slightly, wanting to hug her for comfort, but in the end he restrained himself.
He raised his hand to casually wipe away his tears, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.
"You're right, it's in the past."
If he had not met Chen Yan and his companions, he might have made a serious mistake by killing innocent civilians. At that time, his mind was full of revenge and self-loathing.
After meeting Chen Yan and the others, he became happier and happier, and his scarred heart seemed to be healed little by little.
If the memories of his past life were true, then he had never encountered Chen Yan and his companions. Without Chen Yan and his companions' intervention, he would have killed those innocent people. One wrong step led to another, until he went insane and destroyed himself.
Chen Yan slowly approached and whispered, "The memories of your past lives are both true and false. You can take them seriously or not. However, you don't need to look back at your past lives. Just focus on the present."
After a pause, she continued, "If you don't like those memories, I can also help you erase them."
The young man raised his handsome and feminine face, his eyes were red from crying. He stared at Chen Yan intently and swallowed.
"Why are you helping me?"
"What do you think?"
"We are... friends."
"Um."
Seeing her nod in agreement without any hesitation or delay, Feng Huayan smiled.
Yes, we are friends.
He responded secretly in his heart.
"Thank you." This was the first time Feng Huayan expressed his gratitude seriously.
…
Chen Yan helped him remove the shocking and insulting carvings and scars on his body.
When asked whether to erase his memories of being violated, Feng Huayan was silent for a moment. Finally, he looked up at Chen Yan and asked, "Can you see it when it's being erased?"
The two looked at each other.
"Yes." Chen Yan nodded.
Feng Huayan's eyes dodged for a moment, his gaze slanting towards the flowerbed not far away, his lips moving a few times, "...Will you dislike me?"
"Won't."
"Don't answer so confidently." Feng Huayan said awkwardly, then he frowned, as if in deep thought.
"I won't erase it yet. I'm afraid I'll forget the hatred and humiliation, and then let Feng Huaqing go easily. I can't forget, I have to kill him first."
"Okay." Chen Yan respected his decision.
Feng Huayan asked doubtfully, "You don't ask me why I killed my own brother? Could it be that the gods would condone their friends killing innocent people?"
"Do you think Feng Huaqing is innocent?" Chen Yan asked back. In fact, since she recovered her memory, she basically knew everything in this world.
Therefore, she also knew what happened in the Feng family and why Feng Huayan and Feng Huaqing broke up.
Feng Huayan's tone turned sinister, "He is not innocent!"
Chen Yan smiled, "That's all."
When Feng Huayan saw her smile, the gloomy mood disappeared and he couldn't help but smile too.
Feng Huayan suddenly thought of something and said to her seriously, "I am eighteen years old this year. In ten years, I will become a god and live in the temple. Moreover, I will definitely live in the temple faster than Long Qianya."
Chen Yan laughed, "Practice well."
"Let's go, let's go back."
Feng Huayan hurriedly followed her and asked in a low voice, "After I become a god, can I find the soul of that scumbag and make him die?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yan glanced at him sideways.
"Scum, you can kill them."
Hearing this, Feng Huayan's eyes lit up little by little.
Although he killed the scumbag Shishan Zhenren, he did not let his soul be torn to pieces, and the resentment in his heart never dissipated.
Chen Yan looked at him and said, "But Hua Yan, you can kill scum with your own hands, but you can't become scum."
Feng Huayan's breathing was slightly stagnant.
He snorted, "I won't!"
"Well, you won't." Chen Yan followed his words.
"Do you believe me?"
"letter."
Feng Huayan felt a warm current in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He couldn't help but ask: "Chen Yan, why are you so nice to me? No, did you think I was a scumbag at the beginning and wanted to kill me, but failed?"
As he spoke, he stared at Chen Yan closely.
"Yes." Chen Yan did not hide it from him, "But I don't think you are a scumbag. I think you are a little pervert. You must be killed to prevent harming innocent people."
Feng Huayan's face fell in an instant.
He glared at Chen Yan, his tone cold, “Fortunately, I escaped quickly.”
"You do run fast."
"Chen Yan, you're teasing me!" Feng Huayan blushed with anger, and then he retorted, "Then do you know what I thought of you when I first met you?"
"Eight. Bitches."
“Hahahahahaha…”
As he was laughing, he was hit on the back of the head by a slap, which almost made him fall forward to the ground.
The young man was stunned by the beating, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He looked at Chen Yan in disbelief: "Chen Yan, you hit me!"
Chen Yan said seriously, "Don't say these two words anymore."
"Why..." Feng Huayan asked subconsciously, but after meeting Shen Yan's eyes, he fell silent.
He always likes to call people 'bitch'.
It was because during the three years that she stayed with that scumbag Tokiyama Master, all she heard was the word "bitch" when he abused and humiliated her.
Of course, the scumbag also said other vulgar words.
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