Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Betting on You
Fu Yan raised his eyes but did not respond.
Sang Ling took another step forward, her eyes slowly raised, casually yet firmly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let you have your way."
Although she said sorry, there was no apology on her face. Instead, there was only an unwavering determination, or stubbornness.
When putting the perspective on a hunter, Sang Ling understood Fu Wei's thoughts, but hunters will never understand the thoughts of their prey. They attribute everything to fearless struggles.
Fu Yan propped up his head and looked at her, still calm and silent.
It was a kind of calmness unique to hunters. Sang Ling found it annoying, so she took another step forward and placed a small wooden box on the stone steps under the throne. The wooden box was not exquisite, even a little ordinary. It looked very inconspicuous under the exquisite and luxurious throne.
Sang Ling put the wooden box away and spread his hands, "Gift."
Obviously, this small wooden box was a gift from her to Fu Yan.
Fu Wei's eyebrows jumped. After Sang Ling cleverly guessed that he was the one behind the scenes, he had imagined her cursing and fighting with the sword, but he had never thought of sending her a gift.
The next second, the small wooden box was in his hands. It had neither a terrifying power nor any hidden mechanism to hurt people.
When one's cultivation reaches its peak, any danger will appear clearly before one's eyes. It is certain that this small wooden box is not dangerous at all.
So Fu Yan's face showed even more interest. There was a metal buckle on the outside of the small wooden box, which made a crisp sound when it was gently pushed.
The small wooden box opened with a sound, and a wooden bracelet lay quietly inside.
Taichu life and death bracelet.
The expression on Fu Yan's face changed, and he straightened his lips to show a kind of indifferent surprise.
His gaze moved from the small wooden box to Sang Ling's wrist, but there was nothing there.
Fu Ying lightly touched the box with his fingers, and the small wooden box closed. This small sound seemed abrupt in the empty hall.
"What's the meaning?"
The next second, Fu Yan appeared in front of Sang Ling out of thin air. He raised his hand and the clothes around Sang Ling's neck were pulled down, revealing the blood rune again.
The blood symbol has stopped growing. The eight branches of the blood symbol that had originally melted away until only the last half branch remained have now increased to two branches. The two branches are spread out in a V shape, imprinted on the fair skin, like a smiling face, with a kind of strange beauty.
Fu Wei stared at her and asked, "Do you know that if you take off this Taichu Life and Death Bracelet now, the people you have gathered for many days will be wasted many times over."
Sang Ling didn't answer, but it was obvious that she knew.
Fu Wei laughed coldly, "If you continue to be so willful, you only have seven days to live."
Another seven days passed, and the seven-day death countdown began again.
Sang Ling is not willful. She thinks it is good to be alive and there is no hardship in this world that is worth her death.
So she said, "I know, so I'm going to make a bet with you."
Fu Wei raised his eyebrows and resumed his previous attitude when he looked at Sang Ling. The one in front of him was a strong and powerful prey, and sure enough, she was struggling.
So he asked, "What bet?"
Sang Ling gathered up her clothes and looked at him coldly, "I bet on you."
Fu Yan instantly raised his eyebrows and looked at Sang Ling with an inquiring and amused look, "Why, you have a new love for me and want to possess me?"
Sang Ling frowned, and it was obvious that she didn't think what Fu Wei said.
"No, let's bet on whether you will return the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet to me personally."
It was a ridiculous bet. She put her life in his hands and bet on whether he wanted her to live.
Fu Yan raised his lips and smiled, seeming to be pleased by this strange logical relationship.
What Sang Ling was betting on was not what it seemed on the surface; what she was betting on was the relationship between hunter and prey.
Just as she said, it would be too easy for Fu Yin to kill her. She had been struggling for a long time for a Ten Directions Curse, but it was destroyed on the eve of dawn. If she did not break free from the identity of prey, one Ten Directions Curse would be followed by another Ten Directions Curse, and Fu Yin's toying with her in her struggle to survive would never end.
Fu Yan's game seemed to be addictive, and the final outcome was her death.
Since we are all going to die, why not put her death on the table? If she can't survive, she will die immediately. If she can survive...
What was being gambled on was indeed Fu Yan, and what was being gambled on was his humanity.
It is said that the Demon Lord is ruthless and loveless, but she clearly saw some differences in his treatment of herself.
Special means preference, preference means caring, she has always known it.
Therefore, even though she doesn't like Fu Yan, it doesn't stop her from using this special status as a bargaining chip.
This judgment comes from her idol instinct, and she never doubts her idol instinct. There are so many people who love her, so even if a fan stands in front of her without saying anything or moving, she can still tell his tremendous love.
Wait until Fu Ni can look at her calmly, then we can talk about being ruthless and loveless.
But Fu Wei's hidden emotions might not be much, because she couldn't imagine that if his emotions were really deep, how could he be willing to give up playing games.
But Sang Ling felt more comfortable this way. If one day Fu Yan stood in front of her and said he loved her, she would probably run away very quickly.
Of course, this little bit of emotion can only serve as a small weight to add color to the rest.
She will not place her expectations on one person's emotions, and victory can only depend on herself.
Sang Ling reached out and pushed the small wooden box into Fu Wei's arms, and the bet took effect.
Fu Wei chuckled and accepted it without refusing. He also wanted to see how Sang Ling would get him to hand over the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet voluntarily.
"It's fun to use it as a bet for the first time."
He smiled and said, "After seven days, I will give you the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet."
Seven days later, naturally, Sang Ling would be dead.
Sang Ling smiled lightly and did not fight back, but said slowly:
"Fu Yan, why are you always so unhappy?"
Fu Yan always has a smile on his face, but he seems to be trapped by an interesting thing. The smile never reaches his eyes. The corners of his lips are curved but his eyes are cold.
This is a very childish question, mostly asked by kindergarten teachers to kindergarten children.
Why are you always unhappy?
Because I fell, because I had a quarrel with my friends, because I was angry...
This is a question that always has an answer, but there is no answer for Fu Yan.
There is no specific answer, as if the world is based on unhappiness.
After asking this question, Fu Yan looked at Sang Ling quietly. He didn't smile but his tone was full of smile.
"Then why are you always so optimistic?"
He asked her back, it's better to say that she was stubborn rather than optimistic, no matter how bumpy and difficult the road ahead was, Sang Ling never said the word "difficult", she always seemed to turn big things into small things.
Sang Ling spread his hands, "He's gifted, don't be envious."
Fu Wei smiled and said, "Okay."
He said yes, but the palace door slowly opened behind Sang Ling. Sang Ling turned around, looked, smiled and saluted Fu Yan.
"Master Demon, I will take my leave now. See you later."
Obviously, Fu Yan was trying to drive her away. He had said everything he wanted to say and made all the bets he wanted to make. Naturally, there was no need for her to stay any longer.
In any case, Fu Ying was unhappy this time, so she won in a small scope.
Fu Yan's smile faded. Seeing Sang Ling's proper greeting and the words "see you later", he spoke slowly:
"See you in seven days."
Sang Ling raised her eyes to look at him, then smiled and left the Demon Palace.
Fu Wei looked at her back, and his smile completely disappeared. The figure became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
When Sang Ling left, the demon soldiers in the Demon Palace were watching her covetously. As long as he gave the order, she would be killed in the Demon Palace within seven days. But that would be so boring. As a prey, it would be fun to die tragically.
Not long after, another person was summoned into the Demon Palace.
Under the throne, the wolf steward of Mo Shengze knelt deeply, looking down and said: "I just summoned Sang Ling to come in."
Manager Lang immediately looked up, and Fu Wei knew that this most loyal subordinate of his had become a loyal fan of Sang Ling since some time ago. Unfortunately, he was present at Sang Ling's turbulent scene today.
"Master Demon, she is from the Immortal Realm. I wonder if she has any ill intentions in coming to my Demon Realm. I beg Master Demon to allow me to investigate."
Fu Wei smiled. Although this wolf steward was a demon, he grew up in the demon world since he was a child and was a pure-blooded demon. He represented Sang Ling's most loyal demon fans.
"If I remember correctly, you are her fan."
The wolf steward sweat dropped instantly, "Master Demon, public is public, private is private, I have no second thoughts."
A ray of light suddenly flashed outside the open palace door. Looking up, I saw that the light came from the wish list above Moshengze.
Whenever there is a change in the top ten of the Wish List, a blinding light will be emitted, sending a message to all the monks in the Nest City. If the ranking rises, it will immediately bring glory to the whole world; if the ranking drops, it will immediately cause boos.
When one’s cultivation reached the Golden Core Stage, he could already see a hundred miles away, so Fu Yan and Manager Lang could see clearly any changes in the Wish List.
Sang Ling's name is falling from second place to third place.
Only half a day had passed since the stage incident.
The Wolf Steward took a look and turned back instantly, returning to his respectful kneeling position.
Fu Wei's fingertips tapped lightly, making a slight sound, which sounded slowly and regularly. Sang Ling had just left the Demon Palace not long ago, and must not have arrived at Chunming Pavilion yet. She should be watching the changes in the wish list, but no one knew what she was thinking.
In the demon world, Sang Ling's ranking rose the fastest except for his. It was like a miracle, a short-lived miracle.
Good things are always short-lived. If you want them to last forever, you have to be a bad thing.
After taking a look at the wish list, Manager Wolf remained kneeling on the ground without looking up, as if he was afraid that being a fan of Sang Ling would hinder his future.
Fu Wei looked at him and said slowly:
"fan……"
The Wolf Steward buried his head even deeper.
Fu Wei glanced at the wish list and continued to ask him:
"I can let you investigate her. Why?"
Get rid of the fan identity, wash away the stain, or get angry out of shame.
Manager Wolf raised his head, his face full of respect, and said:
"Master Demon, I want to hear her explanation."
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