He just grabbed her arm tightly and looked at her face steadily. That familiar face that didn't appear in his mind every day actually appeared in front of him today, and it was so close to him!
For a moment, he suspected that he was dreaming again.
He often saw her in his dreams, dreaming that she gave him a sarcastic and contemptuous smile, exactly the same as her current expression.
"Ning'er, are you really Ning'er? Am I dreaming?" Chu Shaoyang murmured, with disbelief in his eyes.
"You are just fucking dreaming! You bastard, let her go!"
Suddenly, a thunderous shout sounded behind him, followed by the sound of wind, and a fist hit him hard in the back of the heart.
Chu Shaoyang remained motionless and allowed the punch from Young Master Qianmian to hit his back. The punch from Young Master Qianmian did no harm to him at all, just like tickling him.
Seeing his calm expression and his heart not beating, Young Master Qianmian suddenly showed a frustrated expression and said bitterly: "If I still had the power, you kid would have died under this punch long ago."
Chu Shaoyang ignored the Thousand-faced Young Master. He stared at Shen Ning, his eyes quickly glowed with a strange light, filled with Shen Ning's familiar enthusiasm and joy.
But the look in his eyes made Shen Ning shiver intelligently, and her mind immediately recalled the terrible days when he was imprisoned in the underground stone room.
No! She must not fall into Chu Shaoyang's hands!
He will definitely lock her up and make her his own prisoner! Never see the light of day again!
"Ning'er, I... I miss you every day, and see you in my dreams every day. God has mercy on me, and finally allows me to see you again!"
Chu Shaoyang looked excited and suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
Young Master Qianmian was so angry that he stretched out his fist and beat Chu Shaoyang on the back like a drum. While beating him, he shouted: "Asshole, bastard, let her go! If you like girls, come here and hug me." ! I’ll let you hug me!”
The more Chu Shaoyang listened, the more upset he became. He flew up and kicked the Thousand-faced Young Master into a somersault.
Shen Ning was held in his arms, knowing that struggling was useless, so she didn't move and let him hold her.
Chu Shaoyang felt that her body was very stiff, as if she was holding a cold wooden figure, and the ecstasy in her heart slowly faded away.
He slowly opened his arms, stared at her, and said tremblingly: "Ning'er, you still hate me? Are you still blaming me?"
"yes!"
Shen Ning replied without hesitation, "Chu Shaoyang, I hate that as a native of Western Chu, you betrayed the country and sought glory, defected to South Vietnam, and actually led the South Vietnam army to attack your own country. Do you still have any sense of shame? You How can you face the ancestors of the Chu family! Listen to your title, King of Chu! If you hold these two words on your head, I would find a river! You committed suicide and wiped your neck with a sword, but you still have the dignity to live in this world! I look down on you, despise you, and don’t want to see you. Are you satisfied with this answer? "
Chu Shaoyang seemed to have been whipped severely. His face instantly became bloodless and his eyes were extremely dark.
He said hoarsely: "I never knew that in your heart, I turned out to be this kind of person."