Hearing this, Zhuo Lin lowered his head and did not speak.
"Look at what you have become now!" Yi Changfeng glanced at his broken and bleeding hands, and threw him away angrily, "Dongfang Han is not dead! Are you deaf, teacher Gao Yuan Having said that, she just has something to do, not to leave here, she will be back soon, what are you going crazy here!"
Zhuo Lin was slightly startled, his eyes dimmed, "Am I bad?"
Yi Changfeng was taken aback.
"I'm not good enough, why do I always lose to them!" When he said this, it was like venting his emotions for many days. Zhuo Lin slammed a punch on the table, and a hole the size of a fist sank in the tabletop.
"Zhuolin..." As soon as he said the words, he saw Zhuolin's slightly reddened eyes that seemed so unwilling to stop again, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
"I have been reviewing myself. If I say that my temper is not good enough, I can change or endure it, as long as she is by my side, as long as she can let go of everything and rely on me. You once said that I have not I can see my heart clearly, but now... I can see why the result is still like this. It seems that no matter how hard I try, she can't see it. There are only those two guys in my eyes and heart. What are they good about? What's worth making her desperate..."
You can leave without saying goodbye like this, you can leave all those who care about her cruelly, he really wants to see what Dongfang Han's heart is doing, and why he can always turn a blind eye to his efforts.
"Zuo Lin..."
This is the first time Yi Changfeng has heard Zhuo Lin say so many things in so long. Seeing him so sad, he feels very sympathetic and heartbroken for what happened to his friend now.
It's not that Dongfang Han has become strange, but since she came here, she has changed everyone here, including him.
"Zhuolin, don't spoil yourself like this. Sometimes it's not good for you or her to be too attached to one thing and a person." After a pause, Yi Changfeng said again, "If this goes on, it's not If she dies, you will die. After she comes back, explain your heart to her, maybe this will solve the problem between you."
His words caused Zhuo Lin to raise his head suddenly, there was a moment of clarity in his eyes, and he seemed to understand something in a daze.
Yi Changfeng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. When he was about to leave, he left a sentence, "Either you don't know that Dongfang Han is strong in everything, or you are as stupid as you in terms of feelings."
Dongfang Han was taken to his private apartment by Zhang Zichu. On the way, he heard that he was temporarily settled here because of work.
"Come in." Zhang Zichu opened the door, turned on the lights in the hall and walked in.
"... Excuse me." Dongfang Han paused, took off his heels and went in.
The decoration of the house is very elegant and very clean. There is no dust on the corners and corners, and it can be seen that there are people cleaning it every day.
"Zi Chu, do you live alone?" Dongfang Han stood in the living room and looked back.
"Well, but an aunt came to clean during the day." Zhang Zichu said, and took out a bottle of juice from the refrigerator in the kitchen and put it in front of Dongfang Han. "Thank you." She sat on the sofa and took off the mask on her face. And the hat on the head.
"Xiaohan..." Zhang Zichu stopped immediately when he saw the bruise on Dongfang Han's face as soon as he said the words. There was panic in his eyes.
"What happened? How did you get the wound on your face?" He immediately ran to her, looking worriedly at the old wounds on her face, as well as new ones.
"It's okay..." Dongfang Han paused, and subconsciously reached out and touched his face. Because he was running away recently and was hiding in Tibet, the injury that was beaten by Xu Wangying did not receive good treatment and time. In addition, when fighting against Inoue Junko just now, there were some new injuries on his body and face, too late to deal with.
"You wait, there is medicine in my room." Before Dongfang Han called to stop, Zhang Zichu immediately ran to his room to find the first aid kit, and ran out hurriedly, opening the medicine box and immediately rubbing the medicine for Dongfang Han.
"Don't move..." Zhang Zichu grabbed Dongfang Han's restless hand and told her to sit down obediently, raising the cotton swab moistened with the medicine and gently rubbing the bleeding wound at the corner of Dongfang Han's eye.
"What happened on the street just now has something to do with you?"
Hearing this, Dongfang Han was slightly startled, his eyes lowered, and he didn't speak.
"Why don't you cherish yourself a little bit, Xiaohan, is there really no other choice besides this path?"
"This is the duty of our magician."
Dongfang Han's answer gave Zhang Zichu's hand a pause.
"Maybe it is a mistake for us in this world, but there are some things that we can't decide, Zi Chu, there are some things you don't understand."
"Obviously I can't bear it, but do I have to bear everything alone?"
Zhang Zichu's words caused Dongfang Han to suddenly raise his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He put down the things in his hands, stretched out his warm hands and held her hands tightly, and said deeply: "Xiaohan, can't you learn to let go of these responsibilities? If you wish, I can be your support here, and I can do everything possible. Take you away!"
The hot and profound thing that Zhang Zichu's eyes showed was something Dongfang Han couldn't understand.
After she was stunned, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. She immediately broke free from the other's hand and retracted her hand, without looking at the person's expression, slightly avoiding his sight, and lowering her voice, "Thank you Zi Chu, But I am used to this kind of life, so I understand your kindness..."
"Really..." Zhang Zichu looked sad, then smiled helplessly, got up and stood up, "You must be hungry, what you want to eat, I will make it for you."
"Do you know how to cook?" The atmosphere suddenly returned to normal, and Dongfang Han looked up at him in surprise.
"Of course!" Zhang Zichu raised his lips proudly, "As long as there are ingredients in the refrigerator, I can do it."
"I can..." She hasn't eaten for a whole day, and now she feels a little hungry.
"You wait, I'll be ready in a while."
Zhang Zichu smiled and turned and walked into the kitchen and watched him go in. Dongfang Han's eyes sank again. She stood up and walked to the balcony to look at the street scene outside. The night wind moved her black hair and dark eyes. There was an impenetrable light at this time, but no one knew what she was thinking now.
At Jinshanjiao, on the open-air balcony of the villa, a man is playing golf comfortably, and a handsome and picturesque man is sitting opposite him.
"BOSS! Your phone!" A man in black took the man's cell phone and tentatively passed it up, but the man did not take it immediately, but after hitting the ball into the hole, he asked, "Yes Whose phone number?"
"Yasha!"
The purple-eyed man who was playing with the dagger opposite, paused slightly.
"Come here!" After receiving the reply from the boss, the man in black presented the phone respectfully. After the man gave him the golf club in his hand, he picked up the phone and turned to face the garden.
"Hello, Mr. Yasha!"
"Mr. Li." A low, cold male voice came on the other end of the phone.
"On behalf of my boss, I would like to tell you that the'Witch with a Thousand Faces' is dead because she violated the rules between us."
The man's eyes darkened: "Really, say hello to your boss for me. Thank you for clearing the door for me!"
"BOSS, has'Yasha' ruined our good deeds again?" The man on the other side laughed jokingly when he saw his boss hung up the phone with a gloomy face.
Only he dared to speak to this fearsome man in such a tone.
"'Reaper', did you say you've seen'Yasha' in China?" The man looked back at the man who was sitting in the sun and exuding a very attractive man.
"Ah," the god of death curled his lips and smiled meaningfully, "I was still'saved' by him, and I owe him a favor."
"Huh!" The man snorted in disbelief, "Is it too coincidental that this man appears every time."
"Who knows..." The man smiled inexplicably.
"Go and buy me a ticket to China."
"Boss, are you going to City A?" The god of death seemed to be a little surprised by the man's behavior.
"It's not like there is a saying in China,'If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get a tiger's son.' Accompanied by him left the balcony.
Reaper was left sitting there with a constant smile, but there was a deep sense of playfulness in his eyes, "Beautiful Miss Mage, it seems that we will meet again soon...!"
At the same time, in City A, the night has deepened, and the noisy city has gradually quieted down.
"Devil, you are a child of the devil, you should go to death, stay with your mom and dad!"
Suddenly opening his eyes, Dongfang Han suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath.
Dream, unexpectedly made her dream of the past.
After rubbing his temples, Dongfang Han got out of bed, opened the door, walked to the table in the living room, poured a glass of water and drank it in one sip. The coolness poured into her body slightly made her sober.
For twelve years, she hasn't thought of the past for a long time.
The devil? She suddenly smiled, and wisps of desolation appeared.
If she could decide her own birth, she would definitely not want to be born in such a family, with such irresponsible parents.
Suddenly, Dongfang Han seemed to perceive a cold gaze, and reflexively grabbed the fruit knife on the table, stepped out, and pressed it tightly against the person's neck.
She turned her face slightly, and when her cold gaze swept over the figure behind her, she was startled and quickly stopped the movement in her hands.
"Zi Chu, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zichu's expression was a little startled, the white skin on his neck was cut with a cut by the sharp knife tip, and a puff of blood came out and gently slid off.
"Xiaohan, I heard something outside, so I came out to have a look..."
"Don't suddenly appear behind me in the future, I can't guarantee that I won't kill you directly next time." Dongfang Han quickly retracted the fruit knife in her hand, her tone at this time was a bit colder than usual.
Zhang Zichu was startled, not because the wound on his neck hurts, but because Dongfang Han's current appearance made him feel strange.
Dongfang Han searched for the lights to turn on according to his previous memory, and turned on the lights in the hall. Reaching out his hand to lift him up and sit down on the sofa beside him, Zhang Zichu recovered from his dazedness.
She opened the medicine box that hadn't been put away on the table, picked up a sterile cotton and dipped it with a little water, and wiped off the blood on the outside of the wound on his neck. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Feeling her tenderness, Zhang Zichu's eyes lit up with a soft light. Even if he was injured at this moment, he felt extremely happy, because this was the first time she was so gentle to herself. He was the only one I saw, not the others.