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Chapter 692: Finale! 82
Finale!82
"It's good if you think so."
"Seventeenth Lang, let's leave here tomorrow, go far away, and never come back." Liu Qingcong suddenly held his hand and said softly.
"Xiaoqing, do you know? I'm really happy that you can think of me like this." Feng Shiqilang gently held her in his arms and whispered in her ear.
Liu Qingcong did not dare to move and let him caress her gently. His embrace was very warm. She will treasure this moment in her memory forever.
In the south courtyard, it’s late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
A black figure came riding on the wind and landed in front of a window with agility.
She gently cut a hole in front of the window with her finger, and then blew the smoke she had prepared in advance.
After a while, when she was sure that the smoke had dissipated in the room, she jumped in from the window. She held the dagger high and ran towards the door. As long as she stabbed him, the person in the door would definitely die.
Suddenly all the lights in the room miraculously turned on. Only then did Liu Qingcong realize that her scheme had been discovered and she stayed there on the spot.
Feng Qijun did not fall asleep. Since Xiaoqing was injured, he had trouble falling asleep every night. Sometimes he didn't fall asleep until dawn, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night long.
When he heard the footsteps, he knew she was coming. He knew very well that she was a person who had a clear sense of grudges and would avenge her.
Feng Qijun sat up from his bed, looked at her affectionately, and said quietly: "Xiaoqing, do you have to kill me before you are willing to do it?"
"Yes, since you have found out, let's fight to the death." Liu Qingcong said resolutely.
"It's just that you want to kill me, but I don't want to kill you. If you think you will feel happy by killing me, then go ahead!" Feng Qijun sat there, still looking at her so tenderly.
"Okay! You can die and pay for my child's life!" Liu Qingcong ran towards him with her dagger raised.
Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her tightly, making her unable to move. Before she could react, an iron cage fell from the sky in front of her. If she took another step forward, she would surely become the prey in the cage.
Liu Qingcong gasped, then struggled, but her hands held her tightly and wouldn't let go.
She said angrily: "Seventeen Lang, let me go, I will kill him."
"If I had come a little slower, I'm afraid it wasn't him who would be killed, but you." Feng Shichiro said.
"If you didn't stop me, I might have killed him, just a little bit. Don't worry, you don't need to do anything about me."
"Don't let go. In order to kill him, do you even risk your own life?"
"Yes, it is better to be broken into pieces than to be broken into pieces."
"Then what about the things you promised me? Were they all lies to me?" Feng Shichiro said disappointedly.
"I have no intention of hurting you. If I take revenge tonight, I will roam the world with you from now on."
With this sentence, Feng Qijun felt very satisfied. However, Feng Qijun was his biological brother and Liu Qingcong was his favorite person. He was unwilling to see any of them injured.
Liu Qingcong suddenly turned her head, pointed her finger at Feng Qijun, and said loudly: "Feng Qijun, are you still a man? You actually want to use such despicable means to deal with me."
"I didn't, I didn't install this trap." Feng Qijun has been living here and never knew there was such a trap in the room.
"Stop being hypocritical here, I won't believe you anymore. I want to fight you." Liu Qingcong declared war, ignoring Feng Shiqiulang and hugging her tighter and tighter.
Suddenly a voice said: "I installed the trap."
A group of people walked out at the door, led by Feng Tiande, followed by the two sisters from the Ximen family and Ran Chengao, all of whom had angry faces.
"Hmph, you're all here, okay, great!" Liu Qingcong sneered.
Feng Qijun looked at the group of people outside the door and complained: "Dad, why are you doing this? This is a matter between me and Xiaoqing, so don't interfere."
"You would have died by her sword if Dad hadn't intervened. Dad is your only son. Why don't you know how to cherish your own life?" Feng Tiande said angrily.
Feng Shichiro just pretended not to hear what he said and looked indifferent, but his heart was shaken. His father had never recognized him before, but this was the first time he denied him in front of so many people.
Liu Qingcong felt the sudden heartbeat of Feng Shiqilang, and couldn't help but feel sad that he had such a father, even sadder than not having him.
If it weren't for her, Feng Shichiro wouldn't be here to meet these people, and he wouldn't have to suffer this insult. She deeply felt how good Feng Shichiro was to her.
"This is what I owe her. I pay my debts and pay my life for my life. Xiaoqing, please kill me now." Feng Qijun said in an upright and awe-inspiring manner.
Ximen Xuemei ran up and stared at Liu Qingcong closely and said: "Liu Qingcong, my family doesn't owe you anything. You've been cheating on me and I haven't settled the account with you yet. You've brought shame on our Fengjiabao. Originally, I still owed you nothing."
I have always been counting on you to help the Feng family flourish. It would be better if we don’t have children now, so you will have nothing to do with our Feng family in the future."
Liu Qingcong finally understood why Feng Qijun, a good person, suddenly changed. Just because he had such relatives, it was strange that he was not bad. With parents who distorted the facts and did not care about the facts, how could he not be too close to the ink to be evil?
"You think it's because I care about your Feng family. The top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked. I have asked him to give me a divorce letter. There are some hypocrites here. I feel sick when I see it." Liu Qingcong jumped to her feet and cursed.
"Are you gagging again? Did you get pregnant again from this little bastard? A bastard born from a bitch just won't sit still." Ximen Xuemei sneered.
Feng Shiqilang's face became increasingly livid, and he finally couldn't help but get angry: "Ximen Xuemei, please keep your mouth clean. You can just scold me. Why do you still scold my mother?"
"Hey, the little bastard is angry. Let me tell you, I just want to scold you. Your mother is a bitch and a vixen..."
"That's enough!" Feng Tiande yelled, marrying an unworthy wife and bringing misfortune to the family.
"Why, your heart hurts when I scold her. Do you still think about her? Then go find her. From now on, Fengjiabao will be theirs. Qijun and I are leaving!"
"Mom, can you say a few words less? Don't you think it's not chaotic enough?" Feng Qijun finally couldn't help shouting, holding his head.
"I don't want to interfere with your family affairs. Fengjiabao is just for fame and reputation. This is not a place for human beings. I will never come back. Xiaoqing, let's go!"
Feng Qishilang pulled Liu Qingcong into the air and suddenly flew into the air, disappearing into the night.
Feng Qijun stared at the place where they left in a daze. He knew that this time, Xiaoqing would never forgive him again!
Seeing her son's depressed face, Ximen Xuemei felt very distressed. She stepped forward to comfort him: "Jun'er..."
"You all get out of here. I don't want to see you. Did you hear that?" Feng Qijun opened the door and drove everyone out of the room.
Feng Tiande knew that his son was in a bad mood at this time, so he quickly helped Ximen Xuelan leave, and everyone followed him sadly.
Feng Qijun fell to the ground, his eyes were empty, as if he was dead, without a soul, leaving only a body.
Feng Shiqilang took Liu Qingcong back to her room, threw her in the bed, and then stood blankly in front of the window without saying a word.
Liu Qingcong knew that Feng Shiqilang was really angry this time. She had never seen him angry before.
The two were speechless. After a long silence, Liu Qingcong was the first to be unable to bear the dull atmosphere. She finally said, "How did you know?"
Feng Shichiro turned around, glanced at her, and said, "I knew you wouldn't agree to me so readily. That's not like your character."
"In that case, why didn't you expose me?"
"That's how you are. You will never give up until you reach the Yellow River, and you won't look back until you hit the south wall."
She murmured: "If you hit me, you won't look back."
Feng Shiqilang sighed and said: "Even if you don't want to go with me, I won't blame you. It's just that when is the time to retaliate, let's forget about the past."
"Feng Shichiro, I am not as great as you. I can forget it as long as I want. If I don't take revenge, I will live in pain for the rest of my life."
Feng Shiqilang sighed, the more free and easy a woman is, the more she can't overcome the love barrier.
"You are no match for Feng Qijun."
"You can use my martial arts skills. As long as I can defeat Feng Qijun, I'm willing to do anything."
"Even if we practice for another three to five years, you and I are no match for him." Feng Shichiro pointed out the fact.
"Why do you insist on raising other people's ambitions and destroying my prestige? If you don't want to teach me, forget it, I'll find someone else to learn from." Liu Qingcong stood up and was about to leave.
Feng Shiqilang immediately grabbed her and said loudly: "Although I can't help you, I think there is one person who can definitely help you. That is my master Yue Mo. His martial arts is very high and he became famous twenty years ago.
Martial arts, if he is willing to teach you, you can definitely do it."
"Then where is he?"
"I don't know either. His whereabouts are very erratic."
"That's it. Let's go find him. I must find a way to get him to accept me as his disciple." Liu Qingcong said confidently.
Feng Shiqilang looked at the person who was smiling for the first time. Although she was still entangled in hatred, he believed that given time, he would definitely use his love to influence her and make her a happy person again. Simply
Live life.
Feng Qijun has been lying in bed for two days. He relaxed his limbs and his mind went blank. He didn't know how long he would have to lie there, and he didn't know what the meaning of living was.
He gave all his love to Xiaoqing, but he deeply hurt her, which will be irreparable for the rest of his life.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and he thought it was her. Even if she wanted to kill him, he still wanted to see her.
The person who came in was Xiaolan. He looked disappointed and had returned to his original decadence. How could she come to see him if she hated him so much?
Xiaolan walked over and was really shocked when she saw Feng Qijun's appearance. He had a stubble on his face and looked a little bit boyish. He looked almost like a prisoner in a prison.
She calmed down, handed the thing in her hand to him, and said, "Young lady asked me to give this to you."
Feng Qijun quickly took it and opened it and saw that it was a greeting card. She made an appointment with him for a decisive battle in Mangshan in three years.
"Where is she?"
"She gave this to me two days ago..."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xiaolan said aggrievedly: "You never opened the door..."
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Qijun ran out like a gust of wind.
When he came to the sword-making workshop, she had already left the house, without even a breath left. She had completely walked out of his life!
His legs gave out and he fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.
three years later
The winter sun shines softly on the earth, and everything in the world is lazily enjoying the warmth of the sun. Even breathing feels lazy.
There is such an exquisite bamboo house by the small lake deep in the bamboo forest. Smoke is curling up at the moment. From a distance, it looks picturesque.
Feng Shichiro opened the lid of the pot and took a look. The fish in the pot was almost steamed, and it was ready to be served after frying another dish.
Suddenly, a voice behind him said softly: "It smells so good, Shichiro, your cooking skills have improved again!" Then a soft green hand patted his shoulder hard.
"Ouch!" His facial features wrinkled together in pain. He knew that although this hand was beautiful, it could kill someone in an instant.
"What's the reward for me coming back so early today?" Liu Qingcong said coquettishly.
Feng Shichiro thought for a while and then said: "Today is the winter solstice, why don't we go for a walk on the street after dinner."
Liu Qingcong was jumping up and down, as happy as a child, clapped her hands and said: "Great, great!"
Feng Shiqilang turned around and looked at her, tapped the tip of her nose lovingly, and chuckled: "You're so cute!"
She pouted displeasedly: "I'm just so small."
"If you want to eat, please help. Wash the dishes over there and they'll be ready soon."
"Okay, for the sake of going out on the street today."
Feng Shichiro looked at her back and remembered his master's words three years ago.
I remember that at that time, he left Fengjiabao with Liu Qingcong and looked for the master everywhere. After all the hard work, he finally found the master, but the master refused to accept Liu Qingcong as his disciple because he never accepted female disciples.
No matter how much Liu Qingcong begged, she could not change Yue Mo's mind, and she was almost heartbroken.
Yue Mo sympathized with Feng Shiqilang's feelings for Liu Qingcong, and left the Magnolia Heart Technique created by his wife to Feng Shiqilang. The Magnolia Heart Technique can make practitioners calm and eliminate hostility. Yue Mo just hopes that Liu Qingcong will not
He was trapped by his inner demons, fell into the devil's path, and failed Feng Shichiro's affection.
The master always laughed at him, saying that he could not become a hero if he was too affectionate as a child. Feng Shiqilang laughed it off. He didn't care about being a hero, he just wanted to be by her side and make her happy.
When Liu Qingcong first came here, she would sometimes be very depressed and say nothing; sometimes she would suddenly lose her temper and throw things; sometimes she would lock herself up and practice swordplay, which would take most of the day.
