Chapter 146

"Yang Xin, between us, it's over!" Wang Tingwan hesitated, but finally made up her mind and said those words ruthlessly.

"This……, no way! No way, how could it be? Quickly tell me, you're joking!" Yang Xin was frightened by Wang Tingwan's words, his tone became flustered for a moment, he slowly walked toward Wang Tingwan, praying she would laugh and say it was a joke.

Wang Tingwan's resolute expression told Yang Xin that this was not a joke, it was serious; they, the two of them, were already over.

"At this point, I think I should count as having gotten what I wanted." Feng Yan said to Yang Xin, then showed a dejected expression and continued speaking to Wang Tingwan.

"At this point, I think I should be considered to have gotten the result I wanted." Feng Yan said to Yang Xin, then showed a disappointed expression, and continued to say something to Wang Tingwan.

Feng Yan let out a long sigh, his brows slowly relaxed, then he slowly left the two, leaving only a lonely silhouette.

"Ah, that's right, I am indeed different from you like this." Yang Xin smiled, then raised his hand, aiming the crossbow bolt on his arm at Feng Yan.

"Then, die before me." Yang Xin closed his eyes and casually pulled the trigger.

Whoosh— the arrow sliced through the air, rushing straight at Feng Yan's back, then only a clang was heard as the arrow fell to the ground.

The Black Sword actively blocked the arrow's attack; Feng Yan grabbed the sword with one hand, turned around, saw Yang Xin, and looked down on him even more.

By then, the feeble morning sun had already disappeared; as the sun high in the sky shone its light onto Feng Yan's face, under the golden sunlight Yang Xin could only see the shadow on Feng Yan's face.

He also didn't know whether what was before him was sorrow or joy.

Was he gloomy, or was he feeling lost? Or perhaps the person before him was merely putting on an act for the girl he liked? No matter which, Yang Xin could not bear it.

Is he gloomy, or is he disappointed? Or is it that the person in front of him is merely putting on an act for the girl he likes? No matter which, Yang Xin cannot bear it.

What remained were only Wang Tingwan and Yang Xin.

The atmosphere between them also became awkward; Yang Xin hoped to find a topic to ease the tension, but what had just happened left him unable to speak.

The atmosphere between them also became awkward, Yang Xin hoped he could find a topic to ease the atmosphere, but what had just happened left him unable to speak.

"Speak! Speak!" Upon hearing Wang Tingwan open her mouth, Yang Xin couldn't help but smile, his eyes brightening; he echoed her words, then hoped she would say something surprising.

But Yang Xin still felt down; although the sunshine was warm, this language was indeed icy.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice; three feet of frozen cold."

"We, let's part now; I will strive to find a way to leave this place, but that will be after I leave you." Wang Tingwan said, she clearly understood that her choice, once she spoke it firmly, she also confirmed from the bottom of her heart that it was her own decision.

This was the first time she had made a decision without others influencing her, entirely based on her own judgment.

"Although I don't believe it, but that's how it is. Yang Xin, perhaps we have developed a mistaken relationship between us, so let's leave it like this!" Wang Tingwan tried to stay calm, speaking these words slowly, then left Yang Xin's side.

It began with a turn, a parting where they brushed past each other; Yang Xin almost wanted to reach out his hand, begging her not to do so.

But in the end reason told him that doing so would be futile.

Thus Yang Xin could only helplessly watch the back of the person he liked, slowly disappearing from his sight.

Thus Yang Xin could only helplessly watch the back of the person he liked, slowly disappearing from his sight.

Yang Xin looked around; although the warm sunshine warmed his body, his heart remained icy cold.

The things he had obtained through scheming—what he liked, cherished, or rather the past beauty and feelings—all vanished in an instant.

Thinking this way, Yang Xin's hatred for Feng Yan in his heart greatly intensified.

Whether regret or guilt, from this moment on it transformed into endless hatred; thus Yang Xin's mind produced this thought.

That is—to completely eliminate Feng Yan in this game world.

"Feng Yan, you probably don't know this. Before, I indeed felt guilty toward you because I deceived you. But now, my guilt toward you has disappeared. So, Feng Yan, prepare to accept my endless revenge!" Yang Xin muttered to himself, as if speaking to himself and also to Feng Yan.

"Feng Yan, you probably don't know. Before, I indeed had a sense of guilt toward you because I deceived you. But now, my guilt toward you has disappeared. So, Feng Yan, prepare to accept my endless revenge!" Yang Xin muttered to himself, as if speaking to himself and also to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan sneezed, then said: "Who is plotting revenge against me behind my back? After finally regaining my memory with difficulty, shouldn't I first go look for them?"

Feng Yan rubbed his chin, then felt the sun was just right, basking him in great comfort; thus Feng Yan also decided—to go look for Chen Hao.

Just as Feng Yan was about to do that, a pair of soldiers came up to him together.

"Huh?" Feng Yan made a sound, was about to walk forward, but the soldiers blocked his path.

"Sir, the king summons you!" the soldier said.

"Lead the way."

After Feng Yan's reply, the soldiers escorted him step by step to a grove.

Those soldiers, seeing no one around, turned around and pointed their weapons at Feng Yan behind them.

"Don't move!" the lead soldier said.

Feng Yan halted his steps, feeling something was wrong in his heart, and also realized who was behind him.

At that moment a soldier walked up behind Feng Yan, drew his black sword, then after a careful search found no weapon he could use to retaliate, whereupon they relaxed.

At this moment, a soldier walked up behind Feng Yan, drew his black sword, and after a thorough search, finding no weapon with which to counterattack, they finally relaxed.

Looking at Feng Yan's unflustered demeanor and his nonchalant expression, the chief official scoffed: "Adventurer, you have no weapon in hand; now you might not even be able to beat me."

"Come on! Kill him, bring his head to see our leader!" the official shouted; the soldiers raised their spears, Feng Yan shuddered, and in his heart he had a rough idea.

"Come on! Kill him, bring his head, and see our commander!" the officer shouted, the soldiers lifted their spears, Feng Yan shuddered, and in his heart he roughly understood.

"Cut the nonsense, go die!"

After the official's words, the soldiers thrust their weapons forward; expecting a bloody, horrific scene, but then a flash of red light appeared.

The soldiers' weapons snapped into two sections, the spearheads fell to the ground, and the soldiers stood there like statues, eyes wide open, unable to believe what had just happened in an instant.

"Well then, goodbye; I will visit your master when the time comes." After saying that, Feng Yan placed his black sword on his back and slowly walked away.

"Then, goodbye, when the time comes, I will visit your master." Feng Yan said that, then he put the Black Sword in his hand back onto his back, and slowly left.