Chapter 76 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (41)
The spiritual power in his hands turned into golden lightning and struck the puppets. The puppets shattered into a pile of scrap copper and iron.
"So awesome!" The other team members cheered when they saw Feng Ziang being so brave.
Even Captain Chen, who is usually stern, couldn't help but show an admiring look.
Only He Yushu still had an indifferent expression.
After the battle, Feng Ziang walked up to He Yushu and wanted to explain about Zi Ling.
"Yushu, listen to me, there is nothing between her and me..."
He Yushu interrupted him coldly: "No need to explain."
He turned around and walked straight to Captain Chen: "Captain, I would like to request a change of mission partner."
Feng Ziang stood there in a daze, his heart filled with bitterness.
He looked at He Yushu's resolute back, feeling as if there was an unbridgeable gap between them.
After changing his partner, He Yushu continued to delve deeper into the ruins.
Feng Ziang looked at his back and vowed secretly to clear up this misunderstanding.
Zi Ling looked at all this and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She walked up to Feng Ziang and said softly, "Mr. Feng, are you okay?"
Feng Ziang forced a smile and said nothing.
Zi Ling continued, "I think Mr. He seems to have some misunderstandings about you. How about I explain it to you?"
Feng Ziang shook his head: "No need." He turned and left, unwilling to get entangled with Zi Ling anymore.
Zi Ling looked at Feng Ziang's departing back, her eyes flickering, as if she was brewing some new plan.
She took out an exquisite sachet from her arms, put it to her nose and sniffed it gently, muttering to herself: "He Yushu, the more you distance yourself from him, the closer he gets to me..." She put the sachet back into her arms, turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the ruins.
Feng Ziang walked alone in the ruins, feeling heavy-hearted.
He thought of He Yushu's cold eyes and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Suddenly, he felt a strange breath...
Feng Ziang looked at He Yushu's back and felt as uncomfortable as if he was being scratched by a cat.
The air around him seemed to freeze, oppressing him to the point of suffocation.
He took a deep breath and walked towards He Yushu.
"He Yushu..." The voice that came out was so dry that it didn't sound like his own.
He Yushu, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He walked towards his tent without looking around, with firm steps and without stopping for a moment.
A feeling of frustration surged in his heart, and Feng Ziang gritted his teeth. He was unwilling to give up like this.
With an idea, he mobilized the special spiritual roots in his body and rapidly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy. The rich spiritual energy formed a small vortex around him.
In front of He Yushu's tent, Feng Ziang quickly formed seals with his hands, and brilliant spiritual power poured out like a galaxy, and a huge ice-blue lotus bloomed above his head.
The lotus slowly rotates, casting dots of fluorescent light, which is magnificent.
The surrounding cultivators were attracted by this sudden sight. They stopped to watch and exclaimed in admiration.
"As expected of Master Feng, your control of spiritual power is truly extraordinary!" "This is the first time I've seen this Ice Lotus spell, it's so beautiful!" Captain Chen also showed a rare look of praise, nodded and said, "Feng Ziang is indeed a gifted boy."
However, He Yushu, who Feng Ziang tried so hard to attract his attention, just glanced at him and walked into the tent with an expressionless face. The white curtain fell, blocking all sight and Feng Ziang's enthusiasm.
Feng Zi lowered his hands proudly, and the ice-blue lotus disappeared, with specks of fluorescent light floating in the air like a shattered dream.
He felt like a little clown, and all his efforts seemed to be wasting time, powerless and ridiculous.
Zi Ling saw Feng Ziang's actions, quietly walked to his side, and said casually: "He won't pay attention to you if you do this, he doesn't like you at all." Feng Ziang turned his head suddenly, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out, "Stop trying to sow discord here!" He spoke each word in a low voice, but with unquestionable intimidation.
The argument between the two attracted the attention of those around them, and the whispers were like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Captain Chen frowned and strode over. "What's going on? What are you all doing here?"
Feng Ziang didn't care about others at the moment. He pulled open the curtain of He Yushu's tent and rushed in.
He Yushu was sitting cross-legged in meditation and was startled by his sudden action. He opened his eyes and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"Yu Shu, you really don't want to listen to my explanation?" Feng Ziang stood in front of him, his eyes full of grievance and love, his tone almost pleading.
He Yushu turned his head away and said coldly, "Get out."
Feng Ziang's heart felt like it was hit hard, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the sadness in his heart, and forced a smile, "Okay, I'll go out, but you have to give me a chance to explain, right?"
He Yushu still didn't look at him, but just repeated, "Get out." Feng Ziang couldn't stand this indifference any longer, he stepped forward and grabbed He Yushu's arm, "Yushu, what happened? Why did you suddenly treat me like this? Did someone say something? Tell me, I can explain!"
He Yushu shook off his hand, stood up, turned his back to him, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Feng Ziang, it's over between us."
Feng Ziang was stunned, as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, and his whole body became stiff.
He looked at He Yushu's resolute back, feeling confused.
"end……?"
Zi Ling stood outside the tent, watching this scene, a barely perceptible sneer appearing on the corner of her mouth.
Captain Chen walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Miss Zi Ling, what is going on?" Zi Ling pretended to sigh and shook her head, "I don't know, maybe there is some misunderstanding between them..." As she spoke, her eyes drifted towards Feng Ziang, and a cunning light flashed in her eyes.
Feng Ziang stood there for a moment, then slowly walked out of the tent, staggering as if he had lost his soul.
He looked around blankly, seeing people's curious, sympathetic or mocking eyes, and suddenly felt extremely tired and lonely.
"I..." He opened his mouth but said nothing. He turned and walked out of the camp.
Captain Chen looked at his back with a frown on his face, feeling something was not right.
He turned to look at Zi Ling and was about to ask something, but saw Zi Ling looking worriedly in the direction Feng Ziang left, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Captain Chen..."
Night falls, and the sky is dotted with stars.
Feng Ziang sat alone outside the camp, the cold moonlight shining on him made him look even more lonely.
He hugged his knees, and his mind kept replaying every moment he had spent with He Yushu: He Yushu's cold eyes when they first met, their fingertips accidentally touching while practicing swordplay, and He Yushu's rare smile...
The once sweet memories now seemed like a poisoned blade, cutting into his heart bit by bit.
He had never felt so lonely, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
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