This person is none other than Song Ye's old acquaintance, Ji Feng.
Since her last battle with Muzhen Chigang, Ji Feng has become her most loyal slave, helping her with many things and showing kindness to Song Ye earlier than anyone else.
It was the same tonight. He came over in the middle of the night to change the candles in the lantern.
"Song Ling, why are you here so late? Do you want some tea?" Ji Feng stepped forward to say hello with a smile and a familiar attitude, and put a few red candles on the table.
"No need." Song Ye remained calm and shook his head to express no need.
"Well, okay, then after I finish changing the candles, I will hold the lantern to take you back." Ji Feng nodded, but did not hand over the work to Song Ye again. He automatically picked up the lanterns and changed the candles. Twenty minutes later, He just walked back to Song Ye, wiped the sweat from his forehead, showed his white teeth, and smiled brightly and beautifully, "It's ready."
His appearance is outstanding among white people. He has blond hair and blue eyes, and a sunny smile. He is a handsome and bright boy.
At this moment, he was standing in front of Song Ye with his small white teeth flashing, looking innocent and indescribably cute.
Song Ye remembered that the dead Allah once said that what she liked most was Ji Feng's honesty and sunshine, which allowed her to find support in this helpless world.
She lowered her eyes slightly, said nothing, stood up and walked out.
The smile on Ji Feng's face froze. He was stunned for a moment and then subconsciously called out, "Song Ling, I..."
Song Ye ignored him and kept walking.
Da da da da, Ji Feng rushed forward a few steps and stopped in front of her. He finally stopped the person, but facing Song Ye's silent and cold eyes, he felt embarrassed again.
The girl's eyes were deep and cold, as if just one glance at her would expose any of her thoughts, which made people feel guilty.
Song Ye didn't speak, and Ji Feng had no choice but to speak in a nonchalant manner, "Song Ling, why did you give up this test opportunity?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Song Ye only replied to him with four words, which seemed a bit unkind to outsiders. After all, Ji Feng had been doing things for her all the time.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Song Ye is still talking so coldly to people, and if he says it, he will be criticized as a wolf.
"Um, Song Ling, I want to say, can you..." Ji Feng really didn't know what to do. Song Ye's stubborn temper made him lose hope. He originally wanted to be roundabout and polite, but time passed. There was not much left, and he was anxious.
But before he finished speaking, Song Ye interrupted him and directly gave the answer, "No."
Whatever his next words were, the answer was no.
Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling as if he had been slapped in the face, his face was burning and painful. It wasn't until Song Ye bumped his shoulder away and walked straight forward that he stumbled back a step and then tried to catch her with his backhand as if he had just woken up from a dream.
With a snap, Song Ye knocked off his big hand first, glanced back at him coldly, and uttered an extremely contemptuous sentence, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."
What
Ji Feng was shocked by the coldness in the other party's eyes, and his big hands froze in mid-air. He suddenly felt that everything he had done during this period was in vain. An unknown fire rose from the bottom of his heart and went straight to his forehead, "Why, Why do you hate me so much? Just because I am weak, you, like everyone else, look down on others and look down on me, right?"
His roar resounded throughout the main hall, echoing for a long time in the deserted hall. The air seemed to be filled with unwillingness and shame.
And the initiator of all this was Song Ye.
But in the face of these questions, the girl's cold face showed no emotion at all. She calmly chose to pick up her steps and continue walking forward.
Such a silent attitude seemed to represent some kind of acquiescence. Ji Feng quickly moved forward and attacked her. The sound of the wind was mixed with anger and struck Song Ye's back mercilessly.
boom.
The wind balls shattered into wind blades and shot towards the girl's back one after another, but Yoshifeng did not see the severe pain and screams that he had imagined from being attacked by a surprise attack.
The wind blade seemed to be blocked by something when it was ten centimeters away from Song Ye, and then turned into air and disappeared.
"No, it's impossible. Even if it's metal, it's impossible to arm the whole body in such a short time." Ji Feng looked at Song Ye standing there intact, shook his head in shock, and took two steps back. Self-aware.
He just pretended to use the wind ball to attack, and then broke into wind blades when he got close, just to make sure that the parts strengthened by the metallic power were not even, and he had only recently learned the wind blade.
Originally, he was full of confidence and thought that if he could not be soft, he would be tough. Let Song Ye see his strength and force her to give him a recommended position.
But the result was not as good as he expected, and could even be said to be extremely cruel.
Because he didn't even touch Song Ye's clothes.
When Song Ye turned around calmly, he panicked and fired a wave of wind blades reluctantly, but still only the sound of impact was heard, but the person facing him was not hurt at all.
Then, he saw the girl in front of him raised her white palm, with the other hand still in her pocket, looking casual. However, Ji Feng opposite him felt as if something had been shot in her body in an instant. The sound of wind blowing past my ears was so familiar.
"Ah..." With his scream, Ji Feng's entire body was dragged backwards, and finally he hit the wall hard, and his limbs became large characters and were firmly nailed to the wall by the invisible gas.
After being knocked to pieces, Ji Feng was shocked to find that he could not break free from Song Ye's supernatural power. He raised his head and looked at the girl at the door, with fear hidden in his eyes, "You can also do wind magic, no, The wind blade cannot stay, you..."
What kind of monster are you
Yes, monsters, with such abilities that are beyond the scope of understanding, are too powerful, even to the point of frightening.
Song Ye stopped at the door, looking at him calmly, "This is the difference between you and me."
Facing an opponent of this level, she didn't even have to worry about him revealing his abilities.
Because this is the sadness at the bottom of the food chain, this is the punishment for the lucky wind who has abandoned everything and climbed up.
And the disregard in her eyes deeply hurt Ji Feng.
"What's wrong with me? Didn't I work hard enough? Just because I'm not talented enough, should I be bullied by you? Do I deserve to beg for mercy from you forever? Should I never get a chance in my life? Haha, I thought you were different from them, but in the end, you looked down on others, bah."