【Law of the Abyss】

When Mu Bei and Lei Yinuo entered, they saw Feng Jiying sitting upright on a chair.

His expression was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Please take a seat."

They sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"Thank you both for your help just now."

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor." Lei Yinuo said with a smile.

"Master Feng, are you feeling better?" Mu Bei asked with concern.

Feng Jiying nodded and turned to Mu Bei: "Please tell me in detail what you said before."

Upon hearing this, Mu Bei hurriedly explained the reasons and consequences of their visit.

After Feng Jiying heard this, a trace of heartache flashed across his face.

"I really didn't expect that things would turn out like this."

"Yes."

Lei Yinuo also felt sorry that such a big Feng family was disbanded just like that.

"Let me think about what you said. Why don't you stay for a few days?"

Lei Yinuo and Mu Bei looked at each other and were about to refuse when Ye Xuanyu came in again.

He said coldly, "Don't leave. Stay for a few days. There's a storm down there now. You can't leave even if you want to."

He ordered his servants to take the two men downstairs and settle them down, but he stayed in the room, looking at the man in white in front of him.

"Feng Jiying, I won't thank you. This is something you owe me. It's what your Feng family owes me."

Feng Jiying looked at him silently.

"Xuan Yu, do you really hate me?"

"Hate! I wish I could drink your blood, peel off your skin, and eat your flesh!"

Feng Jiying smiled, smiling at the complicated relationship between the two.

"What are you laughing at? You don't believe me? I'll show you right now."

After saying that, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Feng Jiying's throat with one hand. Feng Jiying did not resist and closed his eyes.

Ye Xuanyu exerted a little force with his hand, leaving a circle of blue-black marks on Feng Jiying's fair and weak neck.

Try harder!

cough……

Feng Jiying felt that the air flowing into his lungs was getting less, and he was about to... suffocate.

Ye Xuanyu looked at Feng Jiyu in front of him, and his vulnerable part was controlled by him.

If he used a little more force, he could easily break his neck.

From now on, there will no longer be a person named Feng Jiying in the world.

From now on, there will be no one in the world who calls him "Xuan Yu" anymore.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily let go of his hand, and Feng Jiying fell on the table, breathing heavily.

After a long while, he laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder.

After a while, he looked at the man.

"Xuan Yu, you see, you don't hate me that much."

"Shut up! I just..."

But what? Ye Xuanyu was anxious. He had to say something. He couldn't let the people in front of him laugh at his cowardice, but he was like a mute and couldn't utter a word.

Feng Jiying sighed and helped him speak it out.

"You just don't want me to die so easily, right?"

"Yes, that's right, you're smart!"

Feng Jiying stared at him in a daze, Ye Xuanyu's face flushed. He had never known that being stared at could make one feel so uncomfortable.

Even though the person in front of him couldn't see him at all and he was just looking at him out of habit, Ye Xuanyu still felt uncomfortable.

"Stop looking at me like that?"

"What kind?"

"Feng Jiying!"

He was angry. The person in front of him was always disobedient, and he could always provoke him into a rage with just a few simple words.

Many times, he felt that he was the one being tortured.

Feng Jiying slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to calm this hot-tempered man.

But after thinking about it, he just raised his hands and patted his sleeves.

Ye Xuanyu thought he would touch his head like he used to, but unexpectedly he just flicked his sleeves.

If he remembered correctly, the place he played was exactly where his other hand accidentally rested on his sleeve when he was pinching his neck, and there was a slight wrinkle there.

His face turned pale and he said in his heart: Feng Jiying, do you hate me so much?

Feng Jiying certainly didn't know what he was thinking. He just thought about his past with him. How did the two of them end up in this situation?

They were obviously the people who should be closest to each other, but they hurt each other. Of course, he never intended to hurt him.

Forget it, he doesn’t have much time left anyway.

"Come here." he said softly.

"What do you want to do now?" Ye Xuanyu looked alert, but still moved closer.

What was he afraid of? Most of his current cultivation was in him, so what could he do to him?

"Hand out."

Ye Xuanyu looked at his open palms and hated himself in his heart. Why should he listen to him when things had come to this?

Feng Jiying smiled and placed a jade ring under his hand.

"The Shadow Wind Sect, I leave it to... you."

This short sentence, spoken from his mouth, was particularly heavy.

Ye Xuanyu intuitively felt that the situation was not good, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He suddenly shoved the jade ring back into Feng Jiying's hand and yelled at him.

"Who cares about the junky stuff you gave me? If I like it, I will take it away with my ability! You should keep this broken ring yourself."

Feng Jiying's hand dropped limply, and the jade ring rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Hey, stop pretending to be pitiful and get up!"

Ye Xuanyu tried to lift his hand up, but he didn't expect that as soon as he let go, his hand fell down again.

Feng Jiying felt his body was very heavy. He opened his eyelids with difficulty and looked at him.

"Xuan Yu, remember... we... are... the Feng family..."

"You remember him, but he may not remember you."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Ye Xuanyu's eyes.

"When I die... bury me... in the Feng family, and the fallen leaves... return..."

Before he finished saying the word "root", Feng Jiying closed his eyes completely and never woke up again.

A two-headed bird flew in from outside the window and watched the scene quietly.

The man shook the man in white's body desperately, but he would never respond to him.

He sat holding Feng Jiying all night.

He never knew—

It turns out there really is a body temperature that can never be warmed up.

It turns out that a night alone is so quiet and difficult.

It turned out that he really didn't hate him as much as he said.

But now he hated him even more. He hated him for not being a little harsher on him.

Why did I hate him for leaving him those unforgettable beautiful memories?

I hate him for abandoning him again and making him an orphan...

Hate him...

but……

Why does the mind become empty?

what!what!what!

He yelled, cried and laughed.

But no one would respond to him, no one would persuade him.

"Stop it, put it down!"

Let it go? How could he let it go so easily? Why?

He said he wanted to return to his roots, why did he say this to him? Why?

In the end, why do you still trust him, entrust him with your affairs after death, and entrust him with everything? Why?

Ye Xuanyu thought about it all night but still couldn't figure it out.

The door creaked open.

"Sect Master? You have considered..."

Mu Bei and Lei Yinuo were once again shocked speechless by the scene before them.

Feng Jiying was held in the man's arms, and his body was covered with bloody marks from the whip.

When two people came in, he didn't react at all.

He whipped himself again and again, muttering to himself all the time.

"You're talking? You're screaming when it hurts? Why aren't you talking?"