Chapter 213 (1/2)
When Fang Xing tried to persuade Ying Qiaoqiao to let go of her hatred, he was being uncoenuine He wasn't the kind of person to leave behind ser later, and when he heard how strongly Ying Qiaoqiao hated him, he nearly decided to ”accidentally” throw her over the side of the shi+p He quickly thought better of it, however; he still needed this girl in order to sneak into the Melodic Ice Palace, and her father was already one of his people It was best to just convince her to let go of this hatred
As for Ying Qiaoqiao, when she heard ”let go of your hatred”, her sto ”why?” was filled with anger But when she heard Fang Xing's follow-up about how her life would be filled with even more sadness, her entire body froze and she subconsciously muttered, ”That little devil has made my life soXing responded with even more seriousness, ”Think about it If you hate hiain With hi death? What if he comes and then kills your father, would that not be worse?”
Ying Qiaoqiao snorted ”How could he match up to my father?”
”That, you can't be certain!”
”He is definitely not as strong asreplied, ”Fine Then what if he were to co Qiaoqiao's face flushed before she yelled out, ”I'm not afraid of death!”
”Then what if he were to strip you naked and hang you fro Qiaoqiao's face to pale ”Why… ould he do such an excessive thing?” she exclaiitate him first What he does after that wouldn't be considered excessive any Qiaoqiao unable to respond, and a sense of helplessness rose up frohts were extre's actions the first time at Mount Desolation, she had naturally hated him to the core The second tile strike—killed so brother Chu Zhaoyang's head had even landed in her hands and splattered her body with his fresh blood, instilling her with a deep sense of fear
Others always told her that if she diligently practiced her cultivation, there would come a day where she'd be able to kill that little devil, yet there was terror deep in the depths of Ying Qiaoqiao's heart Those words she'd unintentionally blurted out had been the first ti, but there was also that ”but” at the end She'd been about to say that she hated him so hts of avenging her beloved big brother Zhaoyang That hat truly saddened her
Fang Xingher against revenge, but he'd coincidentally echoed her innerirl was still prideful, however, and so after the initial shock wore off, she angrily asked, ”Why are you speaking on his behalf?”
”Let the heavens and earth beall of this for your own sake!” he declared, while 'If it wasn't for your sake, I would've thrown you overboard ages ago,' resounded in hisQiaoqiao This person had declared it with a great sincerity, htly tilted her face to the side before grabbing at the wine gourd Fang Xing had been drinking from ”Let me drink your wine!” she commanded
This was the special spirit wine he'd infused and didn't want to part with it, so Fang Xing batted her hand away ”Drink your ss, you're just a little girl!”
Ying Qiaoqiao's eyes opened wide ”I aive hed and held his head ”Now you're even using your status to lord over an to truly consider theQiaoqiao did feel a bit guilty when she heard this Although this servant was extre it all for her own good—his refusal to let her drink was because she was still too young and alcohol was bad for her body The eht up actually resembled the one she'd held towards her sonu It was no wonder her father would personally appoint hi with her to the Melodic Ice Palace
”Fine, I won't bother hat you callQiaoqiao pouted her tiny lips, showing the same unruly temperament she had before
”'Drink', 'drink', 'drink'; I'll let you drink, drink yourself to death!” Fang Xing folded his ared with two pots of the wine Elder Moye had stowed on the shi+p Known as ”Spring of the Six Suns”, this asa rather ingenious infusion process This as potent without being dangerous, unlike Fang Xing's ohich was at a level only he and the golden crow could drink it
”You…” When Ying Qiaoqiao saw Fang Xing carrying over two pots of wine, her eyes began to redden
Fang Xing grew annoyed at this and pushed one of the wine pots in front of her ”Dammit, I carried all this wine over, so what the hell are you crying about now?”
Rather than answer his question, she instead demanded, ”I want to drink your bad wine!”
”Bullsht, this is bad wine,Qiaoqiao stood there stubbornly before quietly extending her hand to accept one of the pots of wine