It was still the same villa.
Zhao Jianye on the Star Net was not intimidated by Zhao Feier's actions. He glanced down at the object on the table.
Then, with a smile, he looked up at Zhao Feier and said, "Feier, is this how you speak to me?"
His speech paused, and the smile on his face vanished. He slowly walked to the side of the chair and sat down. In less than a minute, a magnificent robot butler appeared by Zhao Jianye's side from the doorway.
It silently refilled the empty cup with red wine.
After pouring the red wine, the robot quickly left the room.
At this moment, Zhao Jianye picked up the cup of red wine and held it before his eyes, then slowly examined the liquid in his hand.
"Kneel. Feier, you must remember your identity and the meaning of your existence."
Zhao Jianye's gaze suddenly shifted from the wine glass to Zhao Feier on the Star Net, and he said unhurriedly.
Hearing this, Zhao Feier on the opposite side slowly placed the Star Net in her hand on the table. There was no hesitation in her eyes as she prepared to kneel on the spot.
Just as Zhao Feier's knees were about to touch the ground, Zhao Jianye on the Star Net suddenly spoke again, "Did I tell you to kneel here? I believe my Feier has always been a very smart child, and without my reminder, you should know where you belong, right?"
Zhao Feier on the Star Net, hearing this, slowly raised her head, a smile on her face as she said to Zhao Jianye, "I know, Father, I've always known."
Then, she slowly rose to her feet, her figure staggering as she walked back to her original spot.
The warm lamplight filled the room, and the shattered glass on the floor, illuminated by the blood, looked even more colorful.
At this moment, Zhao Feier seemed not to see the glass shards on the ground, and directly knelt on them. Her snow-white face was devoid of any expression. Finally, she slowly raised her head and, with a smile, said to Zhao Jianye on the Star Net, "Please forgive me, Father. I was wrong just now; I was too reckless."
Hearing this, Zhao Jianye's expression seemed to improve greatly. He drank several large gulps of wine in succession and then said to Zhao Feier on the Star Net, "This is my good daughter, Zhao Jianye. And this thing will be yours after you succeed. So you don't need to be so agitated now."
He casually picked up the object on the table, shaking it as he spoke to Feier.
Seeing the man treating her treasured possession with such disrespect, Zhao Feier's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched her long skirt tightly.
However, her face remained expressionless, and she calmly looked at Zhao Jianye opposite her.
*Heh.*
*The next time we meet will be the day of your death.*
Thinking this, Zhao Feier slowly loosened her grip on her skirt.
*I await your good news, esteemed Father.*
By the time she shifted her gaze to the object on the table, her eyes were no longer as indifferent as before, but filled with tenderness.
*Mumu, don't worry. Not one of those people will escape. And the things you gave me, I'm finding them back one by one. You accompanied me for the past while, so for the remaining time, let me accompany you. So you must wait for me.*
*You must.*
"Alright, you can get up now. You can't do this next time. If you do, this thing might not stay safely in the safe."
Zhao Jianye saw that Zhao Feier had calmed down and then said unhurriedly.
He didn't forget to offer Zhao Feier a sweet treat, but before it could sweeten her much, a slap came, even more painful than before.
Hearing his words, Zhao Feier on the Star Net slowly got up from the ground. Once she was fully standing, she said to Zhao Jianye, "Thank you for your understanding, Father. I will definitely complete the mission next time."
"Hmm, good. I hope you won't disappoint me like this next time, after all, this is already the second time."
"Yes, Father."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Qin Mohan in the villa next to Lin Hao was causing Bai Han considerable worry.
Bai Han looked at the pale-faced Qin Mohan and was, for a moment, speechless.
After all, he hadn't seen him like this since that time.
Even now, he was unwilling to recall Qin Mohan at that time, like a puppet, not eating, not feeling pain, and constantly staring blankly out the window.
He didn't know what Qin Mohan was thinking at that time, perhaps about that person.
Alas.
Thinking of this, Bai Han became even more unsure of what to say.
After all, the person his childhood friend was thinking about, he seemed to know as well. It was that person's brother.
Tsk.
Thinking about this, Bai Han felt a strong urge to curse but didn't know whether to say it or not. What kind of person was that? He disappeared without saying a word, damn it.
Thinking of that disgusting individual, Bai Han couldn't help but kick the chair by the bed.
As expected, the chair fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Hearing the sound, Qin Mohan woke up with a frown and saw Bai Han slowly resorting to violence against the chair.
As he beat it, he cursed, "Damn it, what kind of person just leaves without a word and goes missing, damn it. It's been ten years, and you still don't come back. Don't you know someone is thinking of you? Don't you know I'm thinking of you?"
Bai Han's voice grew softer, and he slowly squatted on the ground.
Seeing this, Qin Mohan said nothing, slowly sat up, and looked at the scenery outside the window.
He pondered what had just happened.
It was when he was unconscious; he vaguely felt that the Insect King seemed to care about his condition like a friend.
And his body was so warm.
Just like that person.
That person?
Which person?
A figure flashed through Qin Mohan's mind, and that person also held him.
His body carried a fresh floral scent, and his embrace was warm.
At this moment, Qin Mohan didn't dwell too much on that figure.
Because even if he racked his brains, he wouldn't find an answer.
However, he could now confirm one thing: the Insect King and the person in his dream were definitely connected.
Not only this matter, but another thing also puzzled him: during his unconsciousness, he seemed to have sensed his spiritual power.
But logically, a person unconscious would not emit spiritual power. What was the reason for this?
However, the spiritual power he felt didn't seem to belong entirely to him; it seemed to have someone else's as well.
What exactly was going on? It seemed he needed to observe the Insect King more closely.
There was one more most important thing: he needed to figure out why he felt such an inexplicable flutter towards the Insect King.
Why was this happening?
Mini Theater:
Cute friends, are you going on vacation? During this holiday, study hard, and amaze everyone when school starts.
My son can be watched anytime.
Passerby: After all, you don't have any romantic scenes, so you don't have to worry about being taken down.
Guazi: Cough cough → _ →
Then let's make a promise with Guazi: watch my novel every day at nine or ten o'clock.
Passerby: Why don't you give me a specific time?
Guazi: Various reasons.
Passerby: That's an excuse. You just don't want to write anymore.
Guazi: Cough cough.
The last sentence: study hard and make progress every day!
Strive to live each day to the fullest this summer.
Like me, I draw in the morning and write in the afternoon. To fulfill my promise to Linlin about the big head, I've taken out my drafting board again, haha.
Finally, I love you all (ɔˆ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)