The big guy in the quick time travel is a god

Chapter 95 The Battle of the Kingdom's Sons 21
Feng Qingcheng returned to the prime minister's mansion after finishing her work, and as soon as she entered, she found that there was an extra person in her room, and the sound of breathing indicated that it was not her maid.

The knife in his hand was already ready, and he was ready to strike at any time, but the next action was canceled by the other party's voice, "It's me! Don't be so excited!"

Lu Shuiyue! ! !
What are you doing?
Knowing that it was Yu Yan, Feng Qingcheng simply put away his sword, but he didn't dare to relax too much.

Walking into the room, taking the initiative to light a candle, sitting down on a chair, and pouring myself a glass of water, everything seemed very natural.

"What are you looking for me for?", moistening her lips, Feng Qingcheng asked casually.

Yu Yan lay on the table with a sleepy expression, because it was really late.

His eyes seemed to be really unable to open, so he just half-closed his eyes, "I'm just bored, I'm here to chat with you."

Come and chat with her, they know each other so well.

"What are you talking about?"

Yu Yan tilted her head, swirling the cup in her hand, "Talk about the meaning of life?"

Feng Qingcheng showed a puzzled expression, "You must be sick!"

Yu Yan stopped the cup in her hand and flicked it lightly, looking bored and lazy.

"No! It's hard to answer this question?" Lu Yan asked back.

Feng Qingcheng looked away from Yu Yan, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know!"

Seeing Feng Qingcheng didn't know, Yu Yan sighed.

"Then why don't you go and die?"

Feng Qingcheng looked at Lu Yan vigilantly, clenched the handle of the knife tightly, exuding a little hostility.

Yu Yan was still lazily lying on the table, not at all looking like she wanted others to die while talking and laughing.

The more calm and calm the other party is, the more fearful Feng Qingcheng becomes.

"Since you don't know the meaning of life, don't you know the meaning of life? Am I wrong? What are you afraid of?" said Yan Yan solemnly.

"Ah!"

Then why don't you die yourself!
"I can't die!"

As if knowing what Feng Qingcheng was thinking, Yu Yan spoke directly.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, feeling that Lu Yan's words were too conceited.

Even though she was the number one killer in the ups and downs, she didn't dare to say that she would not die. With her arrogant appearance, she might capsize in the gutter, Feng Qingcheng thought viciously.

Without speaking, Feng Qingcheng just looked at her mockingly.

Understanding Feng Qingcheng's eyes, Lu Yan curled her lips helplessly.

"Why don't people believe the truth, I really can't die, otherwise I wouldn't come to ask you!"

Feng Qingcheng slapped the knife on the table, raised his eyebrows, with a slightly provocative expression, "Come on, show me!"

Yan Yan showed a funny smile, stretched out his hand to move the knife, pulled out the scabbard, turned it up and down to look at it, and commented: "The knife is not bad!"

"Just because I can't die doesn't mean my body won't be broken." After thinking about it, Yu Yan still wanted to explain, lest Feng Qingcheng think that she was bragging, and then said: "Anyway, I still can't."

Snatching what was in Lu Yan's hand, Feng Qingcheng put it back into his sleeve.

"Since you can't get an answer, why don't you go back?" Feng Qingcheng urged.

Yan Yan shook her head, then lay down again, "Living is meaningless, I don't want to go back!"

When Feng Qingcheng saw that Ying Huan was such a scoundrel, he didn't bother to pamper her. He couldn't love her back and was neurotic.

He unbuttoned his coat, fell onto the bed with a bang, flicked out the candle, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

Seeing that Feng Qingcheng doesn't treat her like an outsider, Yu Yan has no choice but to treat herself as her own, and she can't help but say boldly, "You don't wash your face, at least wash your feet! Even if it is inconvenient in ancient times, we still need to be civilized, what do you say? no?"

Feng Qingcheng, who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, had her forehead twitch, feeling a little irritable.

Seeing that Feng Qingcheng was still motionless, as if she wanted to deal with her coldly, Yu Yan became even more energetic, and made a big move, jumping to Feng Qingcheng's bedside.

He reached out to poke Feng Qingcheng's face, but was stopped by Feng Qingcheng's subconscious action.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Feng Qingcheng gritted his teeth, wishing to fight her for three days and three nights, staring at her and said: "Just talk about things, don't do these things."

Yu Yan rubbed her fingers that were almost crushed by Feng Qingcheng, and squeezed out a few words aggrieved, "I just want to know what's the point of living."

Are you serious?I'm a fucking killer, I only know the meaning of death, not living.

Looking at it like this, if she doesn't give her an answer today, this psychopath will definitely torment her in a different way.

"The meaning of living is to live and live brilliantly!" Feng Qingcheng blurted out.

Yu Yan lay down beside the bed, her lips parted slightly, as if she was shocked by Feng Qingcheng's words.

She herself didn't know that she would think this way, she was in a daze for a while, Feng Qingcheng turned her head to look at Lu Yan, feeling disgusted for a while.

"You are sick!" Feng Qingcheng scolded.

Yan Yan stuck to Feng Qingcheng's body, was pressed by Feng Qingcheng's face, and struggled to say, "Wow! You are so amazing, you actually know such a profound thing. It's just that my ears are not very good, and I always want to say that I am not sick."

She really wanted to pinch the other person's face, but she knew it was impossible, this woman became crazy and she was no match at all.

"Can we go now?" Feng Qingcheng said angrily with a bit of disgust.

Yu Yan got up from Feng Qingcheng, nodded, and before leaving, Feng Qingcheng swung the knife angrily.

"It's better to say that the steamed buns are too small and the grapefruit is too big, but they can be handled with one hand!"

"roll!"

Dodging the knife thrown by Feng Qingcheng, Ying Huan closed the door smoothly.

Feng Qingcheng stood up and watched the figure outside the door gradually disappear, whispering: "Alive, alive, I live to be brilliant!"

Lu Yan missed the fiery look in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, and Feng Qingcheng also missed the deepness on Lu Yan's face.

Stopping on a stone bridge, looking down at the reflection in the water, Lu Yan couldn't help but recall when she was just born.

At that time, there were not so many people, nor so many gods.

She was made, they called her a witch, and at first she knew nothing, had nothing.

Slowly, she can feel and respond.

Slowly, her strength became stronger and stronger, and she became more and more understanding.

Her existence is just a conjecture of human beings, and she did not exist in the first place.

She was unhappy at first, thinking that human beings are annoying and always have all kinds of demands. She likes to be quiet and dislikes all kinds of human wishes.

But she was created by humans, without humans, she is nothing.

She had to respond to those humans, because if she couldn't hear their voices, she would disappear, and she didn't want to disappear.

However, when she worked hard to fulfill the wishes of human beings, she felt very empty, and that feeling of emptiness seemed to really disappear.

Humans told her that she was a god on high.

Humans told her that she would bless them!

Humans told her to fulfill their wishes.

Humans told her, you go to die!

Human, tell her you shouldn't exist!

Human beings have said many things, and Ying Huan has heard them all.

(End of this chapter)