What do you want to do in this life... Jianyi didn't seem to notice the danger approaching, looking down at the road ahead, as if he was really thinking seriously.
Just when Feng Jiu'er's fingertips tightened, Jian Yi suddenly said: "The days when we rescued people together in Tianji Hall, I lived... very happily."
What days are those in Tianji Hall?
But Feng Jiuer clearly remembered that he had a sullen face all day long, how could he be happy?
"You are so lonely that everyone wants to get along with you, but they can't get along with you."
Jian Yi didn't speak or explain, but those days were indeed his happiest days.
"Why are you happy?"
Jiuer believed that what he said was not a lie.
Jianyi looked at the road under his feet and said calmly: "I don't know."
"Is it because I saved people?"
Jian Yi was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Perhaps... it's because he discovered that he can not only kill people, but also save people."
Feng Jiuer squeezed the silver needle tightly, feeling an inexplicable soreness in her heart.
"Have you...never had friends?"
She didn't know what she was thinking, but when she looked at the aorta in his neck, she suddenly felt that this man was actually... quite pitiful.
What she didn't understand even more was that she was the target of his chopping off hand, so why was he not at all on guard against her?
Did he really think that he would just sit back and wait for death?
Jianyi, what on earth is he thinking?
She thought of that woman again, the woman who was unwilling to let her go no matter what.
"Feng Qingyin...isn't he your friend?"
Jian Yi doesn't know whether Feng Qingyin counts. He doesn't even know the word friend. How should he detoxify?
"What is a friend?"
Because I have never had one before, I don’t know what kind of relationship it takes to be called a friend.
"Friend..." Feng Jiuer originally planned to chat with him to distract him.
But he didn't expect that now, he was the one being distracted.
She didn't know what she was thinking. There was a village not far below, and she almost ran out of chances.
However, Jian Yi's question still made people think seriously.
"A friend is someone you want to share with when you are happy, or someone you want to talk to when you are sad."
"Friends don't have to be together, but when we are together, there will always be endless topics to talk about and endless drinks to drink."
"Even if you don't like to talk, you are willing to listen to him quietly. Or even if he doesn't like to talk, but you know his character, you will still talk endlessly in front of him."
"Friend, he won't really find you annoying, won't be defensive about you, will trust you wholeheartedly, and will help you wholeheartedly."
"Sometimes, you will quarrel or even fight, but when the danger really comes, he will definitely protect you as soon as possible, just like you will definitely risk your life to save him."
Feng Jiuer sighed lightly. After saying so much, several people flashed through his mind.
Fortunately, she still has a few true friends in this life.
Jian Yi was still looking at the road ahead, but his eyes gradually became cold.
"I have no friends."
If friends are what Feng Jiu'er said, then he really doesn't have a single friend in his life.
No one will think of him when they are happy, and no one will look to him just to talk to him when they are sad.
In the past, Feng Qingyin might come to him when she was sad, but it must be to ask him to do things for her.
Talking has ulterior motives.
He also has no friends with whom he can laugh and cry, let alone so-called friends with whom he has endless topics to talk about and endless drinks to drink when we are together.
My mood dropped again.
Ahead, when you walk half way up the incense stick, it's time to reach the village.
The silver needle was still stuck on Feng Jiuer's fingertip, but this needle could not penetrate.
Why does he act so lost, why does he look so lonely and pitiful?
He was a killer. If he were more cold-blooded, maybe she wouldn't hesitate to strike.
However, this killer is not too cold, he actually has compassion, and he is even happy because he can save people.
He said that those days at Tianji Hall, when we were saving people together, were the happiest times in his life.
Is he stupid?
Saving people is so busy and not fun at all. What's so fun about it?
But Feng Jiuer understood why he was so happy.
Because, apart from the happiness that saving people can bring him, there is only pain in his life.
This is a man who has never enjoyed happiness, excitement, excitement, or even tenderness. He is a pitiful man.
If she dropped this needle and stabbed directly into his aorta, his life would be completely over.
Then, he will really never have the opportunity to feel happiness, excitement, excitement, and warmth, which are actually very common things for others.
But if this needle doesn't go in, her hand will be chopped off by him sooner or later.
Her own hand, her lifelong pride, was completely lost from then on.
Should I take the needle and save myself, or should I not take the shot and save him?
But, what is his relationship with her?
What is she pitying for someone who wants to hurt her?
But damn, she really felt pity... During the tangle, Jian Yi suddenly stopped.
Feng Jiuer was startled and subconsciously took the silver needle back.
Looking forward, I saw that I had already arrived at the entrance of the village.
Her opportunity was about to be completely lost.
But why, when the opportunity was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief?
That silent sigh made Jian Yi's eyes flash slightly.
He turned his head, but could only see her arms holding his shoulders.
"Why don't you take action?
Just now, you had a good opportunity."
He said calmly.
The calm words contained no blame at all, but only doubts.
Feng Jiuer was startled. She squeezed the silver needle tightly in her hand, and cold sweat slowly oozed out from her palms, but she was unable to save her life.
He knew! It turned out that he had always known it just now, but he didn't even have the slightest precaution.
Maybe, he is confident enough that he can stop her immediately when she strikes.
But don’t you think it’s too risky?
At that time, the silver needle in her hand was only half a finger away from the artery in his neck.
Such a fragile aorta could easily be destroyed in her hands... But now, it was too late to say anything.
"I was attracted by your topic and didn't think of taking action."
Jiuer reluctantly put the silver needle back into his needle bag.
The meat is on the chopping board, and there is no chance to save myself anyway, so why not be more generous and admit the scheming you just had.
Anyway, there is no chance anymore, so he can deal with it how he wants to deal with it.
