It was rare for Fang Xing to persuade Ying Qiaoqiao to let go of her hatred. He didn't have the habit of leaving trouble for others. When he heard that Ying Qiaoqiao hated him so much, his hands trembled and he almost threw her off the Spiritual Boat.
However, when he thought about it, he still had to rely on this little girl to sneak into the Ice Sound Palace, and her father was already his man. Therefore, it was better to persuade her to let go of her hatred.
Ying Qiaoqiao was furious when Fang Xing told her to "let go of her hatred". The question "Why?" was already filled with rage. However, when she heard Fang Xing's answer, "Otherwise, you will be even more miserable." She was slightly stunned and said subconsciously, "That little devil has already caused me so much trouble. How can he make me even more miserable?"
Fang Xing said solemnly, "Think about it. You hate him so much that you will definitely provoke him again. Moreover, he is so powerful. Wouldn't you be seeking death if you choose to provoke him? What if he kills your father? Wouldn't that be even more miserable? "
Ying Qiaoqiao snorted and said, "How can he be my father's match?"
Fang Xing said, "That's not for sure!"
Ying Qiaoqiao said, "He is definitely not my father's match!"
Fang Xing was speechless and said, "Alright then. What if he kills you too?"
Ying Qiaoqiao's face turned red and she said loudly, "I'm not afraid of death!"
Fang Xing said, "What if he strips you naked and hangs you on a tree?"
Ying Qiaoqiao's expression changed drastically. She said in shock, "How … How can he do something so outrageous?"
Fang Xing said, "You are the one who provoked him. Whatever he does is not outrageous!"
For a moment, Ying Qiaoqiao felt speechless. A sense of helplessness rose from the bottom of her heart.
In reality, the girl's thoughts were extremely hard to guess. The first time she suffered a loss at the hands of Fang Xing in the Desolate Mountains, she naturally hated Fang Xing to death. The second time, that little devil descended from the sky and chopped off the head of the extremely powerful Chu Zhaoyang in her heart. That head just had to fly into her hands. Blood sprayed all over her body, but it also made her feel a deep fear.
When other people advised her, they would always say that she should cultivate properly so that she would be able to kill that little devil in the future.
But in Ying Qiaoqiao's heart, she was extremely afraid of that little devil. When she unintentionally said those words just now, the first part was about how much she hated Fang Xing, and the "but" at the end. What she actually wanted to say was that she hated him so much, but as soon as she thought of him, she would be scared to death. Even the thought of avenging Zhaoyang gege couldn't rise up. This was the true sorrow.
Right now, Fang Xing only said that he was powerful and advised Ying Qiaoqiao to give up the idea of avenging him. But, this was exactly what Ying Qiaoqiao was thinking in the deepest part of her heart.
But, in the end, it was still the girl's self-esteem. After staring blankly for a moment, she said angrily, "Why are you speaking up for him?"
Fang Xing said, "In all honesty, I'm doing this for your own good!"
In his heart, he thought, if it wasn't for your own good, I would have thrown you down a long time ago.
"For my own good?"
Ying Qiaoqiao stared blankly for a moment. She felt that this servant's manner of speaking was extremely serious, and her heart actually felt slightly warm.
She slightly turned her face away and suddenly stretched out her hand to grab Fang Xing's wine gourd, saying, "Give me your wine!"
Fang Xing couldn't bear to part with it, this was the spiritual wine that he had concocted himself. With a wave of his hand, he slapped her hand away and said, "Little girl, why would you want to drink wine!"
Ying Qiaoqiao glared at him with her almond shaped eyes and said, "I'm your Young Miss and you're actually calling me a little girl. Why aren't you giving me wine?"
Fang Xing clutched his head and sighed, "You're actually using your status to pressure me. My life is really f * cking sorrowful …"
He was wondering if he should throw this damn girl down!
Hearing this, Ying Qiaoqiao felt a bit guilty. She felt that although this servant was rude and unreasonable, he was doing this for her own good. He didn't allow her to drink wine because he thought that she was too young, and drinking wine wasn't good for her health. She felt a bit like her slave who was a bit stupid and fierce but was very loyal to her. No wonder her father specially assigned him to go to the Ice Sound Palace with her.
"Okay! I don't blame you for calling me that, but I want to drink wine!"
Ying Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and revealed her unruly temper from before.
"Drink! Drink! Drink! I'll let you drink until you die!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Fang Xing walked into the cabin with two jars of wine. They were the excellent wine that Elder Moye had put on the spiritual boat. It was named Six Sun Spring, and it was made with the elixir pills of six demon beasts. However, this spiritual wine was made in a very delicate way, and it was strong but not harmful. Unlike Fang Xing's spiritual wine, no one except him and the Golden Crow could drink it.
"You …"
Seeing Fang Xing walk over with two jars of wine, Ying Qiaoqiao's eyes turned red.
"I've already brought you the f * cking wine. Why are you still crying?"
Annoyed, Fang Xing pushed one of the wine jars to Ying Qiaoqiao.
However, Ying Qiaoqiao didn't take it. She said stubbornly, "I want to drink your lousy wine!"
Fang Xing said, "Bullsh * t! Your wine is lousy. I have good wine, and I won't let you drink it!"
After a moment of stubbornness, Ying Qiaoqiao reached out her hand silently and took one of the wine jars.
Fang Xing didn't know that Ying Qiaoqiao's mind was extremely fragile at this moment, and her imagination was very vivid. His action reminded Ying Qiaoqiao of a long time ago when she saw the fierce slave squatting in the manger drinking wine. She thought it was funny and ran over to ask him for wine. However, the fierce slave didn't give it to her. Instead, he sneaked into the kitchen and stole a jar of good wine for her.
That time, after the fierce slave was caught stealing wine, he was severely whipped twice, but it also made Ying Qiaoqiao remember that incident.
Later on, she tasted the wine that the fierce slave drank. It was sour and astringent, and not tasty at all.
At this moment, Fang Xing's behavior made her feel the pain again. This fierce servant was indeed very similar to the fierce slave. He must have felt that the wine that the servants drank was not worthy of his status, so he risked being punished by Elder Moye to steal the wine for her … However, the fierce slave only stole one jar, and he stole two jars. He was much more daring than the fierce slave.
Fang Xing sat on the side of the boat, opened the cork, and tasted it. He smacked his lips and felt that the taste was too bland.
Ying Qiaoqiao thought that he had never drunk such good wine before, and his greedy look was quite cute. She smiled and sat beside him.
A cool breeze caressed their faces, and the sunset filled the sky. There were already stars gradually lighting up in the sky.
"You said that your life is very sad. What's going on? Is there not enough cultivation resources? "
Ying Qiaoqiao sat in silence for a while and asked softly.
The servants that followed her were all cultivators, or else they wouldn't have the ability to work for her or risk their lives for her. But most of these people were the lowly outer sect disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect, and they often had to worry about resources.
Fang Xing decided to take the opportunity to educate her, and said, "Yes, they are all like a young miss like you …"
Ying Qiaoqiao giggled and said, "I usually use mid-grade spirit stones to cultivate, do you want them?"
As he spoke, he took out three Spirit Stones and handed them to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing choked for a moment, and thought to himself, 'Now I even use top-grade spirit stones to reward others …'
Ying Qiaoqiao put the spirit stones in his hand and said, "Don't worry, if Elder Moye asks, just tell him that I reward you. If you lack cultivation resources in the future, you can come and ask me for them!"
Then she turned her head and looked at the stars in the sky. She was silent for a while, and suddenly asked softly, "Have you ever had the feeling of hating someone, but also being very afraid of him?"
Fang Xing subconsciously thought about it and said, "I did when I was very young. I used to have nine uncles who were very good to me. Everyone gathered in the valley, drinking, fighting, and bragging. Life was very happy, but then a very powerful guy suddenly appeared and killed them all. I was so scared that I came out of the secret passage. At that time, I hated him very much, but I was also afraid that he would chase after me …"
Ying Qiaoqiao was startled and hurriedly asked, "What happened after that?"
Fang Xing was about to say "I killed him after that", but he suddenly realized that if he continued to say it, he would expose himself. He laughed and said, "Then I came to your Hundred Beasts Sect …"
"What about that evil man?"
Ying Qiaoqiao turned her head and asked. She seemed to be very concerned. She didn't realize that she was very close to Fang Xing, and her eyelashes were almost touching his nose.
"He died after that!"
Fang Xing said lightly.
Ying Qiaoqiao sighed and said, "That's great, someone avenged you!" After a moment of silence, she said softly, "You're also very sad, right? I know you want to persuade me, evil people will naturally face retribution, so there's no need to find him for revenge. I actually don't dare to, I'm scared when I think of him. Sometimes when I dream of him in the middle of the night, I'm so scared that I don't dare to sleep anymore … "
As she said that, her voice became lower and lower, and her head gently leaned on Fang Xing's shoulder.
"If you want to sleep, go back to your room …"
"No, let me lean on you for a while …"
"My shoulder is sore …"
Fang Xing turned his head to scold her, but he saw that Ying Qiaoqiao's eyes were closed with tears on her cheeks.
At this moment, in the front cabin of the spiritual boat, two old maids were coming out to look for Ying Qiaoqiao when they heard a violent spiritual essence fluctuation in the distance. Before the huge bright moon in the night sky, a huge silver chariot tore through the black clouds in the sky and charged toward the side of the spiritual boat, almost crashing into it.
"No! There's a spiritual boat ahead …"
Someone in the silver chariot yelled coldly, and the chariot turned around abruptly, brushing past the spiritual boat.
However, this chariot was so big that it was three times the size of the spiritual boat. Also, it seemed like it had just used teleportation. The moment it appeared, it created a violent gust of wind that almost flipped the spiritual boat over. Leaning on Fang Xing's shoulder, Ying Qiaoqiao exclaimed and was sent flying. Fang Xing's eyes turned cold as he pulled her back into his arms and looked at the chariot.
"Daoist friend, who dares to crash the spiritual boat of our Hundred Beast Faction?"
At this moment, Elder Moye who had been meditating in the front cabin suddenly flew out of the spiritual boat and yelled in the air.
"Hehe, Hundred Beast Faction? That small faction in Bohai Nation? Don't block our way! We're in a hurry! "
A relieved voice came from the chariot. It seemed like the person on the chariot was worried that they almost crashed into the spiritual boat, but he heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that it was the spiritual boat of the Hundred Beast Faction.
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