Since their people passed through the western slope, there is no problem with Ye Hanzhi's starting route.
So Ye Hanzhi once again followed this idea to find their final destination.
As for Chu Qingge,
She had been in a new place for five days, and she didn't know exactly where she was.
No one would take the initiative to tell her, and she didn't do any research.
Because she promised Jing Yanbai not to lose her temper again, she ate, slept and wandered around the yard for the past five days.
Jing Yanbai left after that night.
According to her guess, his laboratory shouldn't be too far away from where they live now.
Another day, in the afternoon, Chu Qingge was slowly swinging on the swing. Just when she was about to fall asleep on the swing, the sound of Jing Yanbai's footsteps sounded behind her.
She woke up immediately and looked behind her.
Jing Yanbai was holding a windbreaker in his hand. When he saw her looking over, he stopped a few meters away, a little surprised by her vigilance.
Chu Qingge looked at him for a while and then looked away without saying a word to him.
Jing Yanbai then walked up behind her and gently put his windbreaker on her body: "Isn't it cold?"
Chu Qingge clenched her fingers calmly, but still said nothing.
Jing Yanbai sat down on the stone bench beside him and looked at Chu Qingge who lowered his gaze and said nothing. After a while, he asked: "Aunt Zhou said you haven't eaten much these days. Why?
Is it not to your liking or is it uncomfortable somewhere?"
Chu Qingge still didn't speak.
"Yinghuo."
Chu Qingge ignored him.
Jing Yanbai sighed softly in his heart: "I sent those girls back safely."
Only then did Chu Qingge make a sound, but it was just a slight hum.
The two were silent for a while.
The climate here is similar to that in China. The fallen leaves we had just swept away in the morning, when the wind blew, a few more fell.
Chu Qingge looked at the fallen leaves floating at her feet, gently swaying on the swing, and slowly crushing the leaves with her feet on the ground.
Half of the leaf was crushed, and Jing Yanbai said: "Yinghuo, you are very unhappy."
Chu Qingge looked at the leaves and whispered: "What's there to be happy about?"
"Do I make you so unhappy?" Jing Yanbai asked.
"What do you think?" Chu Qingge raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of hatred, anger, and sadness, "What do I have to be happy about? I have a home and I can't go back."
Before she could finish her words, Jing Yanbai interrupted her: "This is your home."
"Why is this my home?" Chu Qingge immediately asked back, "I have parents, brothers, sisters, and a lover, so why is this my home?"
"Yinghuo! How much longer do you want to make trouble!" Jing Yanbai's expression turned cold, and his light blue eyes were full of blood, "Do you want me to kill them all!"
Chu Qingge paused for a moment, her eyes gradually turning red: "Besides killing people, what else would you do?"
Jing Yanbai looked at her red eyes and didn't let himself speak again.
"You kill Nan Xiao, you kill Tang Peihua, you kill Tang Zhixi." Speaking of Tang Zhixi, Chu Qingge's throat hurt and her voice became hoarse. After a pause, tears fell from her eyes, "You also killed
Dean Yue."
Her voice gradually trembled: "Are you willing to kill all the people around me? I watch the people around me leave one by one. What am I happy about, and what qualifications do I have to be happy!"
Jing Yanbai closed his eyes and took a breath, softening his tone: "Yinghuo, if you didn't run away, what would the life and death of these people have to do with you? You wouldn't even know them.
"
"What about Nanxiao?"
"He was also caused by your running away. Besides, Yinghuo." Jing Yanbai looked into her eyes, "Is he really dead?"
Chu Qingge said nothing.
"I heard from them that a handful of sunflowers would occasionally appear on Jingqi's tomb in Azhou." Jing Yanbai said, "Other than him, I really can't think of anyone who would visit her."
"That doesn't change the fact that you killed him." Chu Qingge said.
"Yes." Jing Yanbai was calm, but there was a bottomless murderous aura hidden under his eyes, "So, Yingluo, be obedient. Otherwise, I will kill others."
"Dead people will be very good." Chu Qingge said, "Kill me."
Jing Yanbai was silent for a moment. After a moment, he suddenly stood up and walked to Chu Qingge in two steps, raised his hand and held her neck.
Chu Qingge held onto the swing rope tightly without any resistance.
Jing Yanbai's hand grasped her slender neck without using any force. He leaned over and looked at her and said: "Xiao Yinghuo, I really thought about turning you into a corpse. I even studied how to preserve the corpse completely.
Yes. I have even chosen a place for you to rest. It is very beautiful. That way, I can change you into a beautiful dress and tie your hair into beautiful clothes. You will be obedient."
Chu Qingge looked at him calmly, not surprised by how crazy he was.
"Because you are so unbehaved. You run around everywhere, go against me everywhere, and make me unhappy." Jing Yanbai's hand holding her neck suddenly tightened.
Chu Qingge's head tilted back involuntarily, and her neck pulled back into a beautiful arc under Jing Yanbai's hand.
She couldn't breathe for a moment, the feeling of suffocation made her body tremble slightly, and her eyes were filled with tears.
But her hand just grasped the swing rope tightly and did not resist.
Jing Yanbai's hand did not loosen its strength, and he leaned closer and said in her ear: "Xiao Yinghuo, are you betting that I won't be able to kill you?"
Chu Qingge raised her head, tears streaming down her eyes.
Jing Yanbai wiped her tears with his other hand and whispered: "Now, brother really doesn't want you to die. Although the corpse is very well-behaved, I still like that little Yinghuo can laugh, talk, dance, and draw."
Painting and playing the pipa."
Chu Qingge's eyes turned pale. She closed her eyes and dropped her hand from the swing rope.
"Remember this feeling, tell me you want to die again, and I will let the people you care about die in more pain than this." Jing Yanbai said, "So don't be clever with your brother. This way everyone will be better, and they will be safe.
.”
After he finished speaking, he let go of Chu Qingge.
Chu Qingge lowered her head, touched her neck and coughed violently.
Jing Yanbai patted her back gently and touched her head twice soothingly.
After a while, Chu Qingge regained some composure and wiped the tears and snot she had coughed up with the sleeves of the windbreaker she was wearing.
Then he raised his head and glared at Jing Yanbai.
Jing Yanbai looked at her fierce and cold look and smiled: "Why are you crying? Are you wronged? Why don't you fight me if you can fight?"
Chu Qingge said nothing.
"Yinghuo. You don't have to pretend that you still have to rely on me and can't fight with me." Jing Yanbai said, "I don't care what your arrangements are in the Imperial Capital. I don't care if you can clarify your murder of Yue Pulin.
I won’t give you any chance to go back.”
Jing Yanbai looked into her eyes: "I've raised you for so long, I can figure out your thoughts right away, so you don't have to pretend in front of me."
As soon as he finished saying this, Chu Qingge raised her hand and slapped him hard.
This slap was much heavier than the last one, and blood quickly oozed from the corners of Jing Yanbai's mouth.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and touched the place where he had been beaten with the tip of his tongue.
Then he was pushed and staggered by Chu Qingge.
Chu Qingge stood up from the swing, her eyes were red, and the pinch marks on her neck slowly became redder.
She pulled off her windbreaker and threw it on the ground, then turned and walked towards the villa.