Si Jianye's eyes held a hint of undisguised appraisal.
He had never looked at her like this before.
For a moment, Feng Ninghe felt uncomfortable, her brows furrowing slightly. Without missing a beat, she changed the subject, "Did you discover anything on your trip this time?"
The man's long fingers were idly toying with a hand warmer. He lowered his gaze to it, his cold voice slowly falling, "I didn't discover anything in particular, just that I felt quite uneasy. I thought it would be safer to go out and see."
This explanation was both logical and reasonable.
Feng Ninghe casually picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. A faint glint flickered in her eyes, "I asked you to bring me a bowl of osmanthus soup, why did you come back empty-handed? Do you not care about me?"
The candlelight reflected on the man's chiseled face.
His expression paused for a moment. Holding the hand warmer, he smiled unhurriedly, "How could I not care about you? I was just too busy and forgot. I'll go get you osmanthus soup right now."
The man calmly rose and headed towards the door.
Feng Ninghe's eyes narrowed, and a long sword appeared in her hand.
*Swish!*
The long sword gleamed, stabbing fiercely towards the man!
In her heart, she had already confirmed that the man before her was not Si Jianye, but his brother who looked exactly like him!
She had wondered why the man before her always felt so strange, his words and actions utterly bizarre.
The man heard the commotion and turned his head.
The long sword plunged into his shoulder, and bright red blood instantly stained his robes.
Yet, a faint smile played on his lips, his devilishly handsome face filled with deep meaning, "A mere sword cannot harm me."
The man suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the long sword.
*Clang!*
The sword, stained with blood, crashed heavily onto the ground.
The man's injured shoulder began to heal at a visible speed.
The scene before her sent a tidal wave of shock through Feng Ninghe's heart.
On her exquisite face, her features were tightly knitted together, "This... how can this be?"
In an instant, the scene from the Moon Gazing Mirror flashed in her mind.
So this was the situation in which she had stabbed this person with a long sword.
The man tilted his head, and his dark pupils suddenly emitted a strange red glow.
Such eyes resembled those of a puppet.
The man approached her step by step, "Speaking of which, we look exactly alike. How did you recognize me?"
Feng Ninghe retreated a few steps, her eyes filled with intense vigilance, "The osmanthus soup was something I made up, but you agreed to it. That already proves your identity is false."
*Bang!*
The door to the room was also pushed open at that moment.
Xiao Zhao from the next room, sensing something amiss, rushed over.
Divine beasts had keen senses, able to perceive what ordinary people could not.
"Master, who is he?"
Xiao Zhao's azure eyes were filled with vigilance, and he immediately moved to Feng Ninghe's side.
The man before them had the exact same appearance as Si Jianye, but the aura he exuded was completely different.
Xiao Zhao's gaze darted back and forth between the man.
Feng Ninghe did not rush to speak. She narrowed her eyes, also cautiously observing the man before her, "What is your intention in impersonating Si Jianye?"
The man chuckled softly, his sharp eyes chillingly terrifying, his gaze locked onto Feng Ninghe, "Don't worry, I'm not here to take your life tonight. I was just wandering around aimlessly."
"Wandering around aimlessly?"
Feng Ninghe frowned deeply, her vigilance not diminishing, but rather intensifying.
The man sat down on a chair by himself, a terrifyingly deep smile on his devilishly handsome face.
He unhurriedly raised his eyes, surveying the surroundings, then looked at Si Xin Xin lying on the bed, "This little doll is quite interesting. If I recall correctly, the people he cares about most are you two, right?"
A barely perceptible dagger appeared in Feng Ninghe's palm, her eyes fixed on him, "What exactly do you want?"
"What do I want?"
The man also fell into thought at this question. He lowered his head and mumbled softly, "What do I want? Naturally, I want to rule the entire Dragon Domain. Tell me, if I were to use you to threaten him, would he be willing to lend me a hand?"
His voice was soft but clearly audible.
Feng Ninghe's gaze deepened, disdainfully, "Then you are simply dreaming. Do you really think you can threaten him? Or do you think we would give you the chance to threaten him?"
"Ahaha!"
"As expected of the woman he fancies. Her temperament is indeed quite interesting."
The man seemed to recall something and threw his head back in laughter, a somewhat manic sound.
After a moment, he stood up, his cold gaze looking down from above, his voice filled with a warning, "If someone were to lend me a hand, that would be best. If he refuses to help me, it won't stop me, it will just slow down the implementation of my plan."
*Swish!*
At this moment, Feng Ninghe also raised her hand, the dagger hidden in her palm fiercely stabbing towards the man.
The man raised his eyelids slightly, and a gust of wind swept through, knocking the dagger away.
The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Feng Ninghe, at some unknown time, had already produced the Crescent Bow and nocked an arrow towards the man.
The man seemed to find it amusing, looking disdainful. He directly reached out and grabbed the arrow, which was formed by spiritual energy.
With a slight exertion of force, the arrow instantly turned to ash.
"Feng Ninghe, do you really think these can harm me? You underestimate me too much."
"With my ability to destroy heaven and earth, how could I be defeated so easily?"
The man's words were filled with arrogance.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Several voices suddenly came from the courtyard.
Their actions successfully attracted everyone's attention.
Bai Niannian hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed over from the side. The scene before her made her freeze in place, "King of Hell... King of Hell?"
Feng Xing did not rush to speak, but his body subtly moved to block Bai Niannian, intentionally shielding her behind him.
"He is not the King of Hell."
Su Hongxiu gently fanned her bone fan, her voice becoming somewhat serious.
He had known Si Jianye since childhood and was naturally very familiar with this person.
Although the person before them had the same appearance as Si Jianye, the aura he exuded was completely different.
Bai Niannian's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze fixed on the man, as if trying to find something wrong, "He's not the King of Hell? Then who is he?"
This was a question Su Hongxiu also wanted to know.
Hearing their conversation, the man raised his eyes and slowly uttered a few words, "My name is Eternal. Remember it. Before long, my name will resound throughout the entire Dragon Domain!"
The moment his voice entered their ears, it sent chills down their spines.
Feng Ninghe involuntarily shivered.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through.
When the wind subsided, the man who had been standing there was gone.
"His speed is actually this fast..."