Wanqika looked back at Ma Chengrao in confusion.
Ma Chengrao simply winked at her and shook his head, saying nothing.
Wanqikaf instantly understood, and involuntarily covered her mouth tightly with both hands, squatting down in distress:
yes!
No matter how sad she was, she could only be a friend who hadn't known Ji Fengming for long.
Ji Fengyao's eyes were red, but she dared not shed a tear.
She dared not cry, fearing that if she did, what she saw and thought would become the same reality.
"elder brother……"
Ji Fengyao called out softly again, and took a small step forward, as if afraid of disturbing Ji Fengming's sleep.
"Little wife..." Shang Xiye held the little bandit's hand worriedly and didn't let go.
The young female bandit looked back at Shang Xiye with a pleading yet helpless expression, but couldn't say anything. She stubbornly and gently pulled her hand back.
Shang Xiye dared not provoke her, and slowly let go.
"Brother, you...you must be teasing me again, right? Do you sit up and scare me as soon as I walk up to you?" Ji Fengyao choked back tears and laughed, speaking to Ji Fengming in the same joking tone she used to use when she was joking with him.
Watching Ji Fengyao, like a lost puppet, walk step by step, both fearful and stubborn, toward the motionless Ji Fengming.
Black Owl clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, taking two steps forward before stopping again: "Little Yao'er, don't..."
He didn't even know what he was saying.
Should he beg her not to go forward and confirm that Ji Fengming was really dead, or should he pray to God not to be so cruel to him?
Two lifetimes!
If he had to watch him die in front of him in both lifetimes and he was powerless to do anything about it, he really couldn't bear it!
Even if he went to his death with him, he felt that he could not atone for his sins.
“Black Owl, be strong. The environment here is special. Perhaps…” Shang Xiye was also feeling uneasy. This was the first time he had spoken in such an uncertain and hypothetical tone: “Perhaps this is another illusion. Perhaps Fengming is actually fine. It’s just that the illusion is trying to destroy our will and lure us into a trap.”
Upon hearing Shang Xiye's words, a glimmer of hope returned to Hei Xiao's severely unfocused eyes: "Really...?"
Shang Xiye had never seen Hei Xiao so utterly despondent.
Even when Black Hawk was at his most dejected, Shang Xiye never saw this kind of deathly gloom in his eyes.
Shang Xiye was secretly alarmed:
If Ji Fengming really dies, he will probably lose his brother Hei Xiao for the rest of his life.
In his haste to pull Black Owl out of the gloom of death, Shang Xiye blurted out a lie he had never told before in his life: "Yes, Black Owl. Think about it, with Feng Ming's arrogant attitude, even the King of Hell wouldn't bother taking him. As the saying goes, good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. Someone like Feng Ming, who attracts trouble everywhere, will live for a thousand or ten thousand years before any grave can hold him."
Ji Yan secretly cursed:
Tsk tsk, I thought Xiao Momo had been reincarnated, and she really has changed her gender;
It seems he still has the same sharp tongue as before.
If I were that guy lying on the stage, I'd be so angry I'd be alive!
But after Shang Xiye's outburst, Hei Xiao actually perked up a bit. He caught up with the little female bandit in a few steps and came with her to the side of the white jade platform. He looked closely at Ji Fengming lying on the white jade platform, lifeless and devoid of any vitality.
“Feng, Fengming…” Black Owl slowly reached out, trembling, and carefully, mimicking how he used to pat himself, and gently hooked his hand on Ji Fengming’s shoulder.
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