Persuading Ying Qiaoqiao to let go of his hatred is indeed Fang Xing's rare sincere words. He is not in the habit of leaving troubles behind. When he heard that Ying Qiaoqiao hated him so much, he almost threw her off the dharma boat with a trembling hand. go down.
But after thinking about it, I still have to rely on this little girl to sneak into the Bingyin Palace, and her father is already my own, so it is better to persuade her to let go of her hatred.
Ying Qiaoqiao was angry because of Fang Xing's "put down the hatred", and the "why" was already full of anger, but suddenly Fang Xing's answer was "Otherwise you will be more angry." Sadness", the whole person was startled for a moment, subconsciously said: "That little devil has already caused me so much misery, how can he make me more sad?"
Fang Xing said solemnly: "Think about it, if you hate him so much, you will definitely provoke him again, and he is so powerful, don't you prefer him to seek death? What if he kills your father again? Isn't it more sad?"
Ying Qiaoqiao snorted and said, "How could he be my father's opponent?"
Fang Xingdao: "That's not necessarily true!"
Ying Qiaoqiao said: "He must not be my father's opponent!"
Fang Xing was speechless, and said: "Okay then, what if he kills you too?"
Ying Qiaoqiao blushed and said loudly, "I'm not afraid of death!"
Fang Xingdao: "Then what if we strip you naked and hang them on a tree?"
Ying Qiaoqiao's expression changed drastically, and she said in shock, "He...how did he do such an outrageous thing?"
Fang Xingdao: "It's you who took the initiative to provoke him, so it's not too much for him to do anything!"
Ying Qiaoqiao felt speechless for a moment, a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart.
In fact, the girl's mind is very difficult to guess. After she suffered Fang Xing's loss in the deserted mountains for the first time, she naturally hated Fang Xing to death. But the second time, the little devil fell from the sky and chopped off Fang Xing with a knife. In her mind, Chu Zhaoyang's head was very powerful, but that head flew into her hand, and blood sprayed all over her body, but it also made her feel deep fear.
When others advised her, they always said that if she practiced well, she would be able to kill that little devil in the future.
But in Ying Qiaoqiao's heart, she was terrified of that little devil. What she said unintentionally just now was about how much she hated Fang Xing, and the "but" behind it was actually a thought. He said that he hated him so much, but when he thought of him, he was terrified, and he couldn't even get up the idea of avenging brother Zhaoyang. This is the real sadness.
Now Fang Xing only said that he was great, and persuaded Ying Qiaoqiao to accept revenge, but it was exactly in line with Ying Qiaoqiao's deepest thoughts.
However, it was the girl's self-esteem that was at the bottom of it all. After being stunned for a while, she said angrily, "Why are you helping him speak?"
Fang Xingdao: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I am doing this for your own good!"
I thought to myself, it's not because of you that I left you so early.
"For me?"
Ying Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, feeling that this servant was speaking very seriously, and her heart warmed slightly.
Wei Wei turned her face away, suddenly stretched out her hand to grab Fang Xing's wine gourd, and said, "Give me your wine!"
Fang Xing couldn't bear it, this was the spirit wine he prepared himself, he opened her hand with a wave, and said, "Little girl, drink ass wine!"
Ying Qiaoqiao stared at her apricot eyes, and said, "I'm your miss, and you call me a girl, and why don't you give me a drink?"
Fang Xing covered his head and sighed: "You even use your identity to suppress me, my life is so fucking sad..."
I was wondering if I should throw this dead girl down!
After Ying Qiaoqiao heard this, she felt a little guilty. She felt that although this servant was rude and unreasonable, it was for her own good, and she didn't let her drink. She also felt that she was too young, and drinking alcohol was not good for her health. It's a bit like my fierce slave who is a bit stupid and fierce, but very loyal to me. No wonder my father specially designated him to go to Bingyin Palace with him.
"Well, I don't blame you for calling me, but I'm going to drink!"
Ying Qiaoqiao pouted her small mouth, revealing her previous savage temper slightly.
"Drink, drink, I'll let you drink, drink to death!"
Fang Xing walked into the cabin with his hands behind his back, and brought over two jars. It was the good wine that Elder Moye put on the Fazhou. However, this kind of spirit wine was brewed very cleverly, and the strength of the wine was controlled to a level that was strong but not harmful. It was not like Fang Xing's spirit wine. Except for him and Jinwu, ordinary people couldn't drink it at all.
"you… "
Ying Qiaoqiao saw Fang Xing coming over with the two wine jars in his arms, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"I've brought you all the fucking wine, why are you still crying?"
Fang Xing was a little annoyed, and pushed one of the wine jars in front of Ying Qiaoqiao.
Ying Qiaoqiao didn't answer, and said stubbornly: "I want to drink your poor wine!"
Fang Xingdao: "Fart, this wine is bad, I'm good wine, I won't drink it for you!"
Ying Qiaoqiao stubbornly pestered for a while, but silently reached out and took a wine jar.
But Fang Xing didn't know that Ying Qiaoqiao's mind was extremely fragile at this time, and his ability to associate was extremely rich. His action just now reminded Ying Qiaoqiao of a long time ago when she saw the fierce slave squatting in the manger Drinking, I thought it was fun, and ran over to ask him for a drink, but Ji Nu didn't give it to her, but slipped into the dining room and stole a jar of good wine for her.
That time, after the fierce slave was found stealing wine, he was severely whipped twice, but Ying Qiaoqiao also remembered that incident.
Later, she tasted the kind of wine that the slaves drank, and it was sour and astringent, not good at all.
Fang Xing's performance at this moment made her feel that painful feeling again. This fierce servant is really similar to a fierce slave. He must feel that the wine drunk by the servant is not worthy of his own. Because of his status, he desperately took the punishment of Elder Moye and ran to steal wine for himself... However, Jinu stole one jar at that time, but he directly stole two jars, which is more courageous than Jinu.
Fang Xing sat down on the side of the boat, knocked off the stopper, took a sip, and smacked his mouth, feeling that the taste was too bland.
Ying Qiaoqiao thought that he had never drank such a good wine, so she looked cute and greedy, so she smiled and sat down beside him.
The breeze is blowing, the sky is full of sunset, and the stars are gradually lighting up in the sky.
"You said your life is very sad, what's going on? Are there not enough resources for cultivation?"
Ying Qiaoqiao sat silently for a while, then asked softly.
The servants who came out with her were also cultivated, otherwise they would not have enough ability to do things for her or work hard, but most of these people were relatively low-status outer disciples in the Hundred Beasts Sect, and they often worried about resources.
Fang Xing decided to take the opportunity to educate her, saying: "Yes, they are not all like you..."
Ying Qiaoqiao giggled and said, "I usually use mid-grade spirit stones for cultivation, do you want it?"
As he spoke, he took out three spirit stones and handed them to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing choked for a moment, thinking that the young master is now rewarding others with high-grade spirit stones...
Ying Qiaoqiao put the spirit stone in his hand, and said: "Don't worry, if Elder Moye asks, he will say that I rewarded you. If you are short of cultivation resources in the future, come and befriend me!"
After finishing speaking, turn your head away, look at the dots of stars in the sky, be silent for a while, and suddenly ask softly: "Have you ever had that feeling of hating someone very much, but also being very afraid of him?"
Fang Xing subconsciously thought about it, and said: "It happened when I was very young. I used to have nine uncles who treated me very well. Everyone gathered in the valley, drinking and fighting, bragging. They were very happy, but then suddenly I killed a very powerful guy and killed them all. I was scared and got out of the secret passage. I hated him very much at the time, but I was also afraid that he would catch up... "
Ying Qiaoqiao was startled when she heard that, and hurriedly asked: "Then what happened next?"
Fang Xing was about to say "I killed him later", but suddenly remembered that if he continued, he would reveal himself, so he smiled and said, "I came to your Hundred Beasts Sect later on..."
"Where's the villain?"
Ying Qiaoqiao turned her head and asked, seeming very concerned, but she didn't realize that she was so close to Fang Xing, her eyelashes almost touched his nose.
"And then he died!"
Fang Xing said lightly.
Ying Qiaoqiao let out a sigh of relief, and said, "It's great, someone has avenged you!" After a while of silence, she said softly, "You're also quite sad, right? I know you want to persuade me, the wicked will naturally be punished , so you don’t have to go to him for revenge, right? Actually, I don’t dare. Whenever I think of him, I’m afraid. Sometimes I dream of him in the middle of the night, and I’m too scared to go back to sleep…”
While talking softly, her voice became lower and lower, and her head lightly rested on Fang Xing's shoulder.
"If you want to sleep, go back to your room and sleep..."
"No, let me rely on you for a while..."
"I have a sore shoulder..."
Fang Xing turned his head to scold her, but suddenly saw Ying Qiaoqiao with her eyes closed, two lines of tears hanging on her cheeks.
At this time, in the front cabin of the Fazhou, the two women saw that the young lady was not coming back, and they were coming out to look for them, but they suddenly heard a violent spiritual energy fluctuation in the distance, and saw a huge bright moon in front of the night sky, Suddenly, a huge silver chariot tore apart a cloud of black ink that was lingering in the air, rumbling towards the side of the Fa Zhou, almost hitting it head-on.
"No, there is a Fazhou ahead..."
Someone in the silver chariot shouted coldly, then the chariot suddenly turned around and passed in front of Fa Zhou.
However, this chariot is too big after all, fully three times the size of the Fazhou, and it seems that the teleportation has just been performed, and as soon as it appeared, it brought out a fierce wind, the wind was so strong that it almost toppled the Fazhou. Overturned, Ying Qiaoqiao, who was leaning on Fang Xing's shoulder, let out an exclamation, and fell to the ground. Fang Xing's eyes turned cold, and he pulled her back into his arms, holding her in one hand, and looked towards the chariot.
"Fellow Daoist, did you startle me with the beast patriarchal boat?"
At this moment, Elder Moye, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in the front cabin, suddenly flew out of the dharma boat, stood in the air and shouted.
"Hehe, Hundred Beasts Sect? That small sect in Bohai Kingdom? Don't block the way, we are in a hurry!"
On the chariot, there was a somewhat Yuqing voice, it seemed that the person in the chariot was a little worried when he saw that he almost collided with the Dharma boat, but after hearing that it was the Dharma boat of the Hundred Beasts Sect, he immediately let go tone.