Did he leave? Did he leave without even giving himself an explanation?
Fuso held Haida's urn, straightened her body, and stood in the prison cell.
Turning around stiffly, and just as he was about to lift his feet to leave, Fusang noticed some movement behind him and hurriedly turned back. When his sight touched Feng Teng, a hint of joy came to his heart.
Fusang suddenly hated herself. Feng Teng had killed her father. She should hate her, instead of being happy that he was still here.
"You..." Seeing Feng Teng again, the deliberate alienation made Fusang feel a little strange.
"What, do you think I fled out of fear of crime?" Feng Teng waved his hand, and the appearance of the prison suddenly changed.
Fusang looked familiar, and was surprised to find that it actually looked like his own room.
Feng Teng sat down and adjusted his breathing slightly. After the fierce battle just now, it was impossible to say that there was no damage. Using the Longquan Sword had already consumed one-tenth of his energy. Besides, Tianjiu is indeed
He is an opponent that cannot be underestimated.
"I just want an explanation!" I heard Feng Teng's cold voice. Unlike before, even though he was angry, he was just arguing with himself. It was cute and irritating at the same time.
Feng Teng swept the ceramic jar in Fusang's hand and sneered,
"No explanation!"
"Why don't you explain? Do you know that if you don't explain, you are acquiescing that all this was done by you!" Fusang asked sharply. She came to him with the little trust she had left, but what she got was
It was his cold refusal.
"What kind of explanation do you want from me? How did I bite those villagers to death, and how did I kill your father? Okay, then let me tell you, he was so demonic that he couldn't stand it for a while, and your father saw it
I want to tell you that I killed you! Is this explanation enough?" Feng Teng said calmly, trying to drive Fusang out of his heart. If he continues to be influenced by her, the Dragon King will no longer be
The Dragon King.
"I don't believe it! Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you? Do you have any difficulties? As long as you tell the truth, I can, I can..."
"What can you do? Can you forgive me? Ask your heart, can you forgive a monster that killed your father?" Feng Teng cruelly interrupted Fusang's unspeakable follow-up.
Fusang burst into tears and looked at Feng Teng with hazy tearful eyes. She didn't know if she had the courage to forgive the murderer of her biological father.
"Is it really you? Is it really you who bit those villagers to death and killed my father?" Fuso wiped away the tears that kept falling, and the hands holding Haida's urn were shaking a little, with a pale face, forcing herself to be serious.
Meet Fengteng's dark eyes.
She wanted Feng Teng to give her a positive answer, an answer that would allow her to convince herself that she no longer had any trust and hope in Feng Teng.
"If I say no, do you believe it?" The same rhetorical question seemed to push Fusang to the cliff. She once believed him without hesitation, but what about this time?
Looking at Fuso's hesitation in the battle between humans and gods, Feng Teng's self-deprecating smile became even bigger. Yes, why should she believe in a monster again and again, a monster that everyone recognized as a man-eating monster!
"Take your father's ashes and go~" He had already seen the answer from Fusang's painful and tangled face, and closed his eyes slightly. If he looked at Fusang again, he would definitely lose his temper and kill Lu Xiao first.