In an instant, five days passed.
"I'm leaving!" Chu Mengfan got out of bed impatiently, picked up the sword wine and hurriedly walked towards the door.
"Stop!" Ye Han shouted sharply: "The injury is still not healed, where are you going?"
"—" Chu Mengfan didn't answer, and had already crossed the threshold with one foot.
"Are you really going to be so stiff with me?" Ye Han stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Chu Mengfan's right arm.
"Let go of me!" Chu Mengfan broke free, seeing that there was no effect, he lifted his foot and kicked Ye Han's chest fiercely without any hesitation. With a violent spurt of blood, his body slammed straight into On the edge of the bed behind him.
Chu Mengfan was taken aback for a moment, and realized that he didn't use any strength just now, and that his martial arts was taught by Ye Han himself. It stands to reason that his martial arts were several times higher than his own. How could he be so vulnerable
Chu Mengfan glanced at the man who seemed to have fainted on the side of the bed, and just snorted, "Deserve it!" Then he could not leave.
In the forest, the lush and lush trees woven into one piece, and Chu Mengfan also bumped into it like a headless fly. Every step was heavy, and the complicated thoughts made him unable to calm his mind.
Why should I hate him so much? In fact, he didn't do anything wrong. All sins were imposed on him by himself, didn't they? The moment my sword pierced his body, he just smiled softly. He didn't mean to blame me at all, and now he has been protecting me. Could it be that I was really blinded by hatred ? Or is it—
Thinking of this, Chu Mengfan ran in the opposite direction like crazy, pushing open the grass gate.
What he saw was an empty room. People? Where's Ye Han? Chu Mengfan kept torturing himself.
"Yehan—Yehan—" Chu Mengfan's voice immediately dispersed in the forest.
The heart-piercing shout, but still did not hear the answer he wanted, his voice gradually lowered, is it despair or regret
But God seemed to have favored him. Inadvertently, Chu Mengfan found a figure in the grass not far away. His eyes lit up and he hurried over.
That's right! It's him! He lifted up the man lying among the clusters, his face pale as a piece of white paper, could it be that his foot just hurt him.
"Why are you back again!" There was a weak voice from below.
Chu Mengfan was startled, and looked down at Ye Han who opened his eyes slightly. He was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say, but was just silly.
"Could it be that you still want to ask people from me?" Ye Han took a break, and then said: "I said that Zilian was not mine, so why don't you believe it?"
Chu Mengfan still stared at him blankly, but his lips moved, but there was no sound.
"Go and save him! It's too late, it's really over!" Ye Han said, and slowly closed his eyes, there was a bit of melancholy, a bit helpless, and a bit reluctant between his eyebrows. It's sad.
"How do I know if this is a conspiracy of you again! Maybe you really hid him, who knows if you and that woman are in the same group!" I didn't want to say that, but somehow, the words have arrived. On the lips, it was sarcasm.
Ye Han seemed to lose the strength to laugh bitterly, and breathed out weakly: "Whatever! Believe it or not! I have already said what I should say."
"You are not afraid that I will kill you, now you probably don't even have the ability to fight back!" Chu Mengfan's cold words were engraved in Ye Han's heart.