"Cut off his hand! Chop off his hand!"
Amidst the increasingly loud shouts, a sudden inspiration struck Lin Zhenzhen, and she suddenly understood why Lianhua had gone through such a long and complicated process.
"No way!" Her voice of opposition stood out prominently among the agitated crowd of onlookers. "Absolutely not!"
Yan Feichen looked at Lin Zhenzhen with a half-smile: "What, are you feeling sorry for her? Can't bear to part with her?"
A dark light flickered in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth maintained a lukewarm smile, as if they should have been drooping but had been forcibly pulled up by their master.
In short, a fake smile.
Lin Zhenzhen shook her head heavily at him: "Yan Feichen, calm down and think about the consequences."
It is a grave taboo for the demons to attack the people of the celestial realm. He should not act rashly and give them a handle to use against him.
"That's ridiculous." Yan Feichen glanced coldly at Lin Zhenzhen. "What gives you the right to talk to me in that lecturing tone? Are we that close?"
"Yan Feichen!" Lin Zhenzhen stepped forward, but was pulled back by Lianhua from behind.
His eyes held an unusual gloom: "Lin Zhen, think carefully about what you're doing."
"I..." Lin Zhenzhen hesitated for a second, but only for a second.
Yan Feichen had already called two people over, attempting to forcibly remove her from the scene.
"Let go, Yan Feichen. Isn't it enough that I'm part of the bet? I'll stay here with you forever, I won't go anywhere else, don't be foolish, okay?"
"Shut up!" Bai Tongtong rushed forward, raised her right hand, and swung it hard at Lin Zhenzhen's face.
A gust of wind flashed by, and a figure in black appeared.
Yan Feichen gripped Bai Tongtong's wrist, his expression unreadable.
"Chen! What exactly is your relationship with her? You don't actually like her, do you?"
"When did you become so tactless and start interfering in my affairs?"
"I'm not." Bai Tongtong's face turned pale. "Those two are in cahoots. Only I am on your side."
Yan Feichen shook off her hand and said coldly, "She is my spoils of war. It's none of your business to tell me what's mine."
"Take him away."
Lin Zhenzhen was led to a fine private room. A lamp was lit on the table, and the sheets were slightly wrinkled, as if someone had been resting there not long ago.
The blankets were folded very neatly, into perfect squares, making it easy to tell whose style it was.
Lin Zhenzhen leaned closer and took a sniff, a little perversely. Although it was faint, she could still vaguely smell the familiar scent of grass and trees, which reminded her of a clear morning after the rain in early spring.
Lin Zhenzhen felt a pang of longing and couldn't help but take another deep sniff.
[Pig, how many side quests related to the three values are left?]
[Let me see, his jealousy level is a little low, his regret level is a little low, but his love level is full.]
Is your affection level maxed out?
Lin Zhenzhen sneered inwardly.
He handed her over to another man with his own hands, watching helplessly as she became part of his scheme.
If this is how he loves his partner, then his love is truly cheap.
[Yeah! Why is this happening? But our system's values can't possibly be wrong.]
Lin Zhenzhen gazed calmly out the window: "He may not have made a mistake, but in his heart, love is far less important than anything else."
The system wiggled its pig-like rear end and grunted: [Get angry! Look at Yan Feichen. Even though his dislike level has reached 95, he still can't bear to hurt you, host.]
...How can that be compared? Someone with his love-obsessed mind is one in a hundred.
Don't you like him like this?
Lin Zhenzhen couldn't help but smile: "[It's alright, but sometimes he's a bit too clingy. I still prefer someone who can give me more personal space.]"
Wuhu, you've become picky.
The system shrugged, not daring to reply.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from outside the door. Lin Zhenzhen had a sudden inspiration and tiptoed to the door. Sure enough, she heard a cheerful bird chirping.
It's Yan Rui!
"You're finally here. If you had dawdled any longer, you might never have seen me again in your life."
Yan Rui's voice held a hint of anger: "How can you blame me? Who told you to go with him?"
"Brother, was I going with him? I was being dragged away. How could I possibly resist Yan Feichen?"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing through the door, Lin Zhenzhen quickly called for them to stop.
"How's the situation outside?"
Yan Rui remained among the crowd in the front hall, witnessing the entire incident.
"Yan Feichen took him away, but the specifics are still unclear."
Yan Rui, unaware of Lianhua's identity, assumed Lin Zhenzhen was worried about his safety and offered words of comfort.
“Since the bet is for his right hand, Yan Feichen will not harm him. If he is treated with medicine in time afterward, he might be able to save his hand.”
"I understand." Lin Zhenzhen leaned against the door, her face grave.
From the very beginning, Lianhua helped conceal Yan Feichen's demonic bloodline and banished him to the Demon Cave. Now, he has set a trap, using his own right hand as bait to lure him into a fight.
Every step seemed meticulously planned by him, luring Yan Feichen little by little into his trap.
No, it wasn't just Yan Feichen. There was another key factor in Lianhua's plan: herself.
If it weren't for his own provocation, Yan Feichen wouldn't have been so jealous, even to the point of losing his temper and accepting the invitation to this absurd betting game.
So, from the very beginning, she was nothing more than a pawn in Lianhua's game?
"Damn it!" Lin Zhenzhen couldn't help but curse.
She's always the one scheming against others; when has she ever been used as a pawn like this? It's an utter disgrace.
"Lin Zhen, I can't open this lock."
Yan Rui's voice pulled Lin Zhenzhen back to reality.
"It's normal that it can't be opened." This is Yan Feichen's room, and the restrictions and mechanisms on the door are not something that can be easily broken.
"You should go. He might come back anytime."
"No, I can't leave you here." With that, Yan Rui channeled his inner energy again, causing the mahogany door frame to rattle, but it remained as solid as a rock and didn't budge.
Lin Zhenzhen was getting anxious: "Don't worry about me for now. Once Yan Feichen comes back, you won't be able to leave."
"Leave?" The voice rose slightly, carrying a strange, sinister air.
Lin Zhenzhen paused, then called out Yan Rui's name with some uncertainty.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
A smile played on Yan Feichen's lips, and specks of crimson blood splattered beneath his brow, making the dark color of his pupils appear even more vibrant.
Lin Zhenzhen's heart clenched suddenly.
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