He can die, but he must not let these two children die with him.
This is what this middle-aged man thinks now.
"My name is Feng Shitian!" Feng Shitian said with a faint smile. A gust of breeze blew into the ruined temple. The red skirt on Feng Shitian's body danced. The hunting red skirt was like the dancing flames, jumping out of a string.
Bright red mark.
"Feng Shitian, you are actually Feng Shitian?!" Hearing this name, the middle-aged man's face became obviously excited. He was extremely familiar with this name.
Then his face also showed joy: "Miss Feng, I know it is inappropriate for me to say this, but I still want to say, I wonder if I can entrust my two nephews to you!"
I have to say that this middle-aged man is now desperate. Even though he knows how powerful his enemy is, he still wants to take revenge, so now he hears that his savior is actually Feng Shitian.
After that, he had the idea of handing over his brother's two children to Feng Shitian.
In his opinion, since Feng Shitian had saved their lives, he would naturally take in these two poor children who were homeless and disabled.
But he didn't expect that Feng Shitian would shake his head directly, and then refused: "I can't do it!"
"..." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He never thought that Feng Shitian would say this, and he was still so straightforward. Aren't all women supposed to be overflowing with sympathy?
"I admit that I need people around me, but I only need useful people. I think you should know better than me about these two children. First, they are too young. If I want to use them, then I must
First, you need to raise them, and you also need to hire someone to train them. Secondly, now that both of them have lost their right hands, training will undoubtedly become more difficult! So why should I accept them?"
As soon as Feng Shitian finished speaking, Yi's eyes changed. He looked at Feng Shitian with a sharp look, which was not what a young man of his age should have.
The man felt Yi's gaze, so he glanced at Yi angrily. Although he was reluctant, he lowered his head.
Feng Shitian saw all this, but she didn't say anything. She believed that men also have stories with one or two people.
"Then what does Miss Feng want to do to accept them?" the middle-aged man asked at this time.
"It's very simple. Give up your thoughts of revenge for the time being and stay with the two of them!" A smile appeared on Feng Shitian's face, and her clear voice echoed in the ruined temple: "And I don't just need you to train them.
Two people, and all the kids here!"
Obviously, none of the people in the ruined temple expected that Feng Shitian would actually say this, and all of them suddenly raised their faces to look at the girl in red.
"What do you want them to do?" the middle-aged man's voice trembled.
"Become a strong person, everyone becomes a strong person, and then they will be a sharp knife beside me. Believe me, I will use everything I have to arm them, elixirs, contract beasts, spiritual weapons,
All these things that are too far away for others are not a problem for me!"