Yuqiongyin

Continuing forward, we passed by a quiet medicinal garden with rich medicinal fragrance filling the air.

The breeze blew gently, the tender green medicinal leaves rustled, the medicinal flowers swayed gracefully, and shook off crystal dewdrops.

Feng Chenning slowed down her pace, her eyes swept across the clumps of herbs, she opened her red lips and whispered softly: "Is number 20 dead?"

The tone was cold and hard, completely lacking the usual gentleness and softness, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Rong Yunqi followed her line of sight, his eyes turned colder, and his aura also turned chilly: "Don't worry, I will be careful with my attack, he won't die."

Feng Chenning nodded slightly, her originally gentle and beautiful face now seemed to be covered with frost, revealing a fierceness.

She snorted coldly, "It's fine as long as you don't die. It's OK if you become disabled or crippled, as long as you can speak."

After saying that, Feng Chenning's mouth corners slightly raised, slowly revealing an inexplicably cruel smile.

The fair cheeks showed an unnatural blush because of this smile, as if the strange color was "burned" by the strong hatred surging in the body.

However, this red does not have any sense of freshness. Instead, it looks like the strange mottled blood on a piece of rotten meat, exuding a smell of decay.

Rong Yunqi asked, "You will personally interrogate him?"

Feng Chenning raised her eyes and stared at Rong Yunling, "The betrayer, let him experience a fate worse than death."

Having said this, she slowly raised her hands. Her originally slender and delicate fingers were now curled up in spasm, as if they were about to pinch the neck of "Number 20" and strangle him to death in the next moment.

Rong Yunqi subconsciously reached out and wanted to hold her hand.

Feng Chenning threw herself away as if she had been electrocuted, turned around, and moved lightly with lotus steps towards a bunch of rare herbs.

The breeze blew across the herb garden, bringing with it a rich aroma of medicine, but she seemed not to smell it. She only exuded a cold aura that kept people away.

The slender fingers gently stroked the leaves, as if gently caressing a lover's cheek. The next moment, he suddenly pinched them hard, and the tender green herbs instantly splashed juice and the leaves wilt.

She looked at the broken leaves in her hand with an indifferent expression, and murmured: "Just like this grass, its vitality is destroyed in the blink of an eye. His life should be so fragile."

Her expression remained calm throughout the whole process, except for the dead madness in her eyes, which showed that she was extremely angry at the moment.

After Feng Chenning had a crazy catharsis in the medicine garden, his chest heaved violently, he gasped heavily, his eyes still staring at the mess.

A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks in a messy manner, making her face look even paler. Only her clenched fists were still trembling slightly, revealing her hatred and anger that had not yet subsided.

Rong Yunqi sighed softly with heartache and helplessness, and walked slowly forward.

In his hand, he held a moon-white cloak. It was soft in texture, embroidered with elegant cloud patterns, and had fine tassels hanging on the edges, swaying gently in the breeze.

Rong Yunqi gently shook out his cloak, trying to be as gentle as possible, and then slowly put the cloak on Feng Chenning's shoulders. He put his hands on her shoulders and pressed them lightly, trying to use the warmth of his palms to dispel the coldness and hostility in her heart.

"Don't catch a cold, put it on first." His voice was low and gentle, and he was not surprised at Feng Chenning's loss of control just now.

Feng Chenning's body stiffened slightly, and after a few breaths, his tense back gradually relaxed.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Rong Yunqiu. The madness in her eyes faded a little, replaced by a trace of confusion and fatigue.

Rong Yun-ke saw her expression eased, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. He took her cold hand and said softly, "Let's go to the stream and wash our hands. They're dirty."

Feng Chenning said nothing and let him pull her out of the herb garden step by step.

The stream is quiet and peaceful, the water is so clear that you can see the round stones and swaying water plants on the bottom.

The willows are swaying, and their tender green branches are swaying in the wind, as if caressing the water's surface.

The sound of gurgling water is clear and pleasant, as if whispering soothingly.

Feng Chenning stood quietly by the stream. The madness just now seemed like a distant storm, leaving behind only a messy body and a tired face.

The abnormal blush on her cheeks had faded, revealing a bit of weakness as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. The light blue blood vessels under her skin were faintly visible, like hidden streams.

The breeze gently ruffled her hair, and a few strands of messy hair were blown away from her forehead, revealing her smooth but slightly pale forehead.

The cold sweat had long since dried up, leaving only a thin layer of salt stains on the skin, revealing a bit of embarrassment.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes were wet and tangled together, casting a small shadow, covering up the hatred that once surged in her eyes.

Now there is only a deep calm, like a quiet lake, without any waves, but hiding many undercurrents.

Rong Yunqiu squatted down first, scooped up a handful of stream water, tested the water temperature, and after confirming that it was not too cold, he turned to look at Feng Chenning and said softly, "Come."

Feng Chenning slowly squatted down and dipped her hands into the stream. The cold water stimulated her skin, instantly clearing her confused mind.

Dirt and medicinal residue were embedded in the cracks of her fingernails. Although the stream had washed away most of the stains, there were still mottled marks left, recording her crazy behavior in the medicinal garden.

Rong Yunluo stood by and picked up a handkerchief, carefully wiping the medicine residue and dirt stains on her hands, his movements focused and gentle.

Occasionally he would look up, and when our eyes met, he would give her silent comfort.

"Just now...were you scared by me?"

Feng Chenning was the first to break the silence, his voice was hoarse and dry, revealing a bit of fatigue, a bit of self-mockery, and a barely perceptible timidity.

Rong Yunjie's hands were constantly moving, concentrating on washing the muddy handkerchief with stream water. He shook his head when he heard the words, without even pausing for the moment, as if he was afraid that she would be suspicious.

He raised his eyes, looking at her with tenderness and care, and said softly: "No, the hatred in your heart has been suppressed for too long, it's good to vent it. Just don't hurt yourself, I will always be by your side in the future."

Feng Chenning fell into a brief silence. She knew in her heart that nothing would always be with her.

Rong Yunqi washed the handkerchief, wrung it dry gently, stood up and slowly walked towards her.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his steps were steady, he stopped in front of Feng Chenning, leaned forward slightly, and completely brought her into his protection.

With one hand he gently lifted her chin, and with the other he used a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the remaining stains on her cheek, his movements gentle and delicate.

"You do not trust me?"

Feng Chenning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes, meeting his sincere eyes, and the taut string in her heart also quietly relaxed a little.

"…No."

She clenched her fingers slightly, her knuckles turning white, as if she was suppressing some emotion. After a moment, she slowly loosened her fingers.

After Rong Yunqi had wiped it clean, Feng Chenning turned around, squatted down, and reached out to touch the stream water, splashing crystal water: "The holy land will not always be peaceful, do you want to continue..."

The second half of the sentence disappeared in the wind, but Rong Yunluo understood her unspoken expectation and sat down beside her, "Yes, I will heal you."

After saying that, he glanced at Feng Chenning, raised his hand and gently placed the leaves on the top of her head, as if he was putting a playful crown on her, trying to make her happy.

"Hmm." Feng Chenning paused in paddling the water, stammering but not knowing what to say.

Upon seeing this, Rong Yunqi took hold of her slightly cold hand that was immersed in the water, and clasped their hands together, transmitting warmth to her continuously:

"We'll take it step by step. I've found some clues. Those evil spirits in the dark won't be able to hide for long."

His palms were warm and dry, and he stroked the back of her hands with his fingertips in a gentle manner, giving her peace of mind.

The breeze by the stream blew gently, blowing up the hair of the two people, and the strands of hair were entangled with each other, like a red thread of fate, tightly connecting the two people.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting fine shadows, and the light spots dance on the two of them, as if silently witnessing the silent yet rock-solid agreement at this moment.