"You're dreaming!" The girl pressed the wrinkled drawing paper in her hand into Qian Hu's arms, "Did you draw these too?"
"I drew it." Qian Hu admitted it without any difficulty.
The painting showed Yue Tang in revealing clothing. Qian Hu stared at it with a smile on his face and said frivolously, "It's a beautiful painting, isn't it? What's wrong with it, Miss Yue?"
"You...you..." Yue Tang's eyes turned red due to Qian Hu's shameless pressure. The anger in her eyes turned into tears and fell. "Go and tell them, tell them that all this is fake, that you did it, and that I didn't do those things..."
Qian Hu looked at the crying Yue Tang for a long time, and suddenly said impatiently: "Miss Yue, why should I tell them all this? Moreover, you have said it, and now even your relatives don't believe you. What can I do to defend myself? Miss Yue, why don't you think about what to do next and think about my proposal. I am here to wait for you to come again."
"You're dreaming! I won't let you get what you want even if I die! Qian Hu, people like you will be punished by God!"
"Divine punishment? Miss Yue is too naive. Instead of thinking about these vague things, you should think more about the practical things."
Yue Tang wiped away the tears that could not be stopped and stared at Qian Hu with resentment, as if she wanted to brand his appearance into her bones. She ran away without saying another word to him.
Qian Hu smiled with his hands behind his back, admiring Yue Tang's embarrassed and trembling appearance, with a smile of determination on his face.
Yue Tang was angry and anxious, she didn't know where to go.
She had been to the Immortal Court, but she was alone and weak, and the Qian family and Qian Hu had a good reputation in the local area. The immortals were unwilling to believe her and drove her out before she could finish her words.
"Look, isn't this the young lady from the Yue family?" someone suddenly said.
"I don't know. He pretends to be so arrogant on the surface, but actually he's so arrogant."
When Yue Tang heard these words, it was like a needle piercing her heart. She covered her face with her sleeves, lowered her head and ran away quickly.
But there were more and more people, forcing her and chasing her.
Yue Tang ran to the lake, but Ren Yan refused to let her go and drove her onto the bridge.
Yue Tang's tears seemed to have turned into this lake. Her makeup and hair were messy, and her face was full of panic and fear, like a deer being chased by a hunter, with no power to resist.
She was forced into a desperate situation and argued loudly that it was not true and she had done nothing, but her voice was so small that it was drowned out by the voices of others.
Don't jump.
Fan Zhiyi thought to himself that this feeling of powerlessness in not being able to change anything made him feel so useless, and his heart felt like it was being pinched and was numb with pain.
The next second, the girl's figure fell into the lake like a broken branch, without even a splash.
The noise of the crowd stopped, everything became quiet, and only the deep sense of despair swallowed everything.
Suddenly, someone laughed and said, "It would be better if she died. If I were her, I would die immediately after the truth was revealed. This way, it wouldn't have come to this and brought shame to the family."
Don't jump, stay alive.
Fan Zhiyi kept muttering, why should he let that kind of person live in the world while he chose to die, why should he choose such an extreme way, only by living can there be hope, only by living can he clear his grievances.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't tell what the warmth in his eyes was. He looked up at the bridge and suddenly saw the frightened girl again. She was so pitiful. How could those people remain indifferent?
The next second, Fan Zhiyi blinked, and the scene in front of him became blurry again. He seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the water, or perhaps he had never swam up and had already drowned in the river.
Yes, she did not struggle, she died in the lake with everyone's expectations.
Fan Zhiyi's eyes became empty, like a pool of stagnant water. He heard someone calling her name: "Yue Tang, Yue Tang..."
It came from a very distant place, pulling at his soul, grabbing his throat, and pulling him and his limbs upward like a puppet without any explanation or regard for his will.
The force was so strong that Fan Zhiyi couldn't struggle. His hands and feet were yanked so hard that they hurt. He could only thrash his limbs uncontrollably, trying to break free from this invisible bondage. However, he was still pulled out of the water. He saw Qian Hu, who was overjoyed on the shore: "Atang, Atang, you're finally back!"
The man beside him, wearing a black hood, laughed and said, "Congratulations, young master, on getting what you wished for. However, Miss Yue has been dead for a long time, and her spirit has been greatly depleted. She is only supported by her resentment. Now that she has been summoned from another world and revealed, I'm afraid she won't be able to maintain this form for long."
"I don't care, I want her to stay with me forever, I want her!"
The man in black smiled and cut a gash on Qian Hu's hand. The blood dripped into the magic circle on the ground and was absorbed. Yue Tang screamed in pain but no one paid attention. Only Qian Hu's laughter remained.
The man in black said, "Now, as you requested, we have connected her to you. She will absorb your vital energy to nourish her for a period of time. Miss Yue is not suitable to be moved back to the Qian Mansion at the moment, so she will be nurtured near this lake first. When the time is right, we will seal her in the Qian Mansion and keep her by your side, so she can never leave."
"Okay, okay, hurry, hurry!" Qian Hu looked at Yue Tang, with a crazy light in his eyes.
The huge wailing of the soul made Fan Zhiyi's scalp numb. He only knew that the next moment, the soul lost consciousness again and returned to calm.
He heard Qian Hu's panicked voice: "Master, Master! What happened to her? Why did she disappear?"
"Don't panic, the time it takes to appear will become longer and longer in the future."
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The "plop" sound of falling into the water made Fan Zhiyi close his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, he found that he still saw the bridge.
The anger in Fan Zhiyi's heart caused a huge uproar. Qian Hu, that bastard, that beast!
He felt a brief lack of oxygen in his brain due to anger and could no longer think. He wanted to kill Qian Hu.
"Help me kill him, kill him with me!"
"Okay!" Fan Zhiyi responded, not noticing his increasingly worse complexion and staggering steps.
His mind was unclear. He broke off a willow branch and cut his arm, leaving a long bloody streak. As the blood flowed down, the pain made Fan Zhiyi slightly more sober. Looking at his arm that was beginning to bleed, he screamed in fear: "Oh my god, I'm done for! I'm done for! Why is it this hand again? Why is there such a long cut around here? Are there a lot of ghosts around here?"
Fan Zhiyi looked around, pushed his wet hair behind his ears to prevent it from blocking his vision, then quickly wiped the blood off his hands with his clothes and started running towards Qian Hu's mansion.
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