Chapter 156: Forgotten in the Jianghu

This black-clad young lady is naturally Wanyan Ping.

Yelu Chucai aided the Mongols, although he destroyed her homeland, but Yelu Qi once said that the grudge of the older generation should be settled by the older generation themselves; young people have their own grudges. Now that Yelu Chucai is dead, the hatred has vanished instantly; what remains is only Yelu Qi's threefold mercy of not killing me.

Wanyan Ping repays kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance, and she admires Yelu Qi for his generosity and righteousness, so they grew closer, but she never expected to be killed by Feng Yi!

No matter how many reasons Feng Yi gives, it's only his side of the story; how could she accept it?

She hated Feng Yi to the extreme, yet she also knew his martial arts were too formidable; she struck this blade with all her strength, intending to kill him with one blow, lest he retaliate with a dying palm strike and take her life.

Just as she was about to succeed, she suddenly heard a faint sigh from outside the window; the window flung open, Wanyan Ping's heart startled, she turned with the blade, and a figure had already drifted in through the window, appearing as if blown in by the wind under the moonlight.

Starlight streamed through the window, revealing a person with a graceful figure, wearing a green robe, hair tied in double buns—a young lady—but her face was indescribably strange and ugly, the facial muscles unmoving, resembling a corpse.

Even though Wanyan Ping was not a timid person, she couldn't help but turn pallid, stepping back two paces, and exclaimed in shock, 'Who are you?'

The young lady then said, 'Miss Wanyan, you should give your actions more thought.'

When she spoke, her facial muscles didn't twitch at all, yet her voice was soft and clear, refreshing to hear; Wanyan Ping felt a sour rush straight to her nostrils, and tears 'swish' down her cheeks.

The green-clad young lady let out an involuntary 'eh' and asked strangely, 'Why are you crying?'

Wanyan Ping wiped a tear and said, 'Let's not talk about how Elder Brother Yelu has shown me kindness; his affairs are my affairs.'

Relying solely on Feng Yi's bullying of the weak and indiscriminate slaughter of innocents, a martial-arts scoundrel that everyone should punish, what more do I need to ponder?

The green-clad young lady spoke gently, 'You're mistaken; if he were a bully who slaughters innocents, a martial-arts scoundrel, how could you have the chance to stand by his bedside?'

Wanyan Ping snorted, 'That's because he regards his martial arts as supreme, looks down on others, and thus fell into my mist.'

The green-clad young lady glanced at Feng Yi, whose eyes remained tightly shut in deep sleep, and sighed, 'Your mist is indeed powerful—it not only felled the two Quanzhen Taoist priests, but even a master like him cannot escape it.'

Wanyan Ping smiled faintly, 'This mist comes from the Iron Palm Sect; my master passed it to me. I rarely use it, but if Feng Yi hadn't bullied others excessively, I wouldn't have dealt with him this way.'

The green-clad young lady laughed, 'I too have long heard of the Iron Palm Sect's renown; seeing your superb lightness today, the reputation is indeed deserved. But...'

Wanyan Ping's expression suddenly changed, and she said, 'But what?'

The green-clad young lady spoke softly, 'Although opinions about Feng Yi in the martial world are mixed, everyone knows his heart of resisting the Mongols and saving the nation; even if you resent him for causing Yelu Prince's death, you shouldn't have killed him like this.'

Wanyan Ping's eyes turned red, and she shouted angrily, 'I'm not even Han Chinese; moreover, he kills based on mere speculation, without reason, utterly despicable—why should I bother with righteousness?'

The green-clad young lady said, 'Those who wish to kill him are not just you alone; if someone killed him, the Mongols would naturally cheer.'

Moreover, he clearly knows that the Yelu Prince's master is a senior Quanzhen adept; with his abilities, killing you, the Yelu maiden, and several Quanzhen Taoist priests to silence them would not be difficult, would it?

Yet he did not; how could such a person be despicable?

Furthermore, regarding the conflict between the two states, he is Han while the Yelu Prince's family is Khitan, yet his father first served as a minister in Jin and now holds the post of Mongol Chancellor; do you have proof that the Yelu Prince is certainly not a Mongol traitor?

You, too, are of Jin noble descent; if a Han or Mongol had his experiences, wouldn't you suspect as well?

She spoke courteously, her words reasonable and well-founded; although Wanyan Ping was set on killing, she naturally could not determine whether Yelu Qi was a Mongol collaborator.

She merely judged based on her friendship with Yelu Qi and his generous, righteous character; hearing these words, though she felt angry inside, she could not refute them.

The green-clad young lady said, 'In fact, he certainly knows that you and the Yelu Prince share an inseparable bond, naturally aware you would seek revenge, so he told you that your chance is only once—hoping you would rein in at the precipice and not lose your life.'

For someone like him who kills on sight of foreigners, how rare this is!

Miss, put down your weapon; I'll take you to rest.

Wanyan Ping asked, 'What is your relationship?'

The green-clad young lady fell silent for a moment, then softly said, 'My relationship with him is the same as yours with the Yelu Prince.'

'You...' Wanyan Ping felt guilty and short of breath, her words faltering: 'I and Elder Brother Yelu are merely bound by righteousness; don't spout nonsense!'

The green-clad young lady said, 'I, too, am bound to him by righteousness!'

Wanyan Ping snorted, 'You came in here referring to him, yet you won't utter his name nor call him elder brother, yet you staunchly defend him—what sort of righteousness is this?'

The green-clad young lady laughed, 'Alright, his internal strength is profound; he might wake soon—let's go quickly.'

Wanyan Ping stamped her foot, 'No, this opportunity is once in a lifetime; no matter how flowery your words, I will kill him to avenge Elder Brother Yelu!'

Saying this, she swung a blade at Feng Yi, and a flash of green light passed before her eyes.

With a clang, a green weapon blocked the willow-leaf saber.

Wanyan Ping held her blade horizontally, cutting from left to right at the green-clad young lady—this was the move 'Cloud Crossing Qin Mountains'.

The green-clad young lady flipped her wrist; her middle finger shot out like lightning, humming as it struck the blade.

Wanyan Ping's wrist went numb, her steps staggered slightly, and she cried, 'Elder Brother Yelu!' as she swept the blade sideways toward her neck.

Having succeeded with her move, the green-clad young lady retrieved her jade flute; not expecting Wanyan Ping to do this, she exclaimed and lunged like the wind to seize her wrist—but Wanyan Ping turned her left hand and locked onto her pulse point.

This is precisely a clever technique from the Iron Palm Seizing Hand.

It is also a clever move that Yang Guo advised him to use against opponents stronger than himself whom he does not wish to harm.

Formerly, Yelu Qi, despite possessing such skill, still fell for it; the green-clad young lady's martial arts are far inferior, her body instantly going limp and numb, and her jade flute fell with a 'pa' to the ground.

Wanyan Ping thought, 'This lady's martial arts are high, but her heart is too kind!' She then said, 'Sister, sorry, I must kill Feng Yi.'

Immediately, she raised and lowered her right-hand blade, chopping toward Feng Yi's neck.

No!

The green-clad young lady cried out in shock.

As Feng Yi was about to be severed head from body, suddenly a 'ge' sound was heard, and two fingers appeared on Wanyan Ping's willow-leaf saber.

Wanyan Ping's blade seemed cast in copper and iron, unable to budge an inch; her heart gave a 'gedong' jolt, and before she could recover, she felt a fierce pain in her abdomen, a force of thousands of catties hurling her backward—she didn't even grunt—as her whole body shot out the window.

Before the green-clad young lady's eyes, a figure flickered; the bed was empty, that person had already arrived before her, handing over the jade flute from the ground.

The green-clad young lady gazed at Feng Yi, and Feng Yi gazed back at her; those gentle, water-like eyes held immensely complex feelings. But to say what they represent—

Feng Yi does not know, perhaps she herself does not either.

Because this green-clad young lady is Cheng Ying, whom he hasn't seen in a long time.

Having cultivated to Feng Yi's level, for outsiders to attempt assassination is nothing short of a daydream!

Guo Jing, even while asleep, can detect when Yang Guo's breathing is off and wake instantly; Wanyan Ping pierced the window paper, her voice however faint, still cannot surpass the sound of breathing, so by the time she entered, he had already noticed.

But he hadn't expected Cheng Ying to come, so he restrained himself, wanting to observe her longer.

Because Feng Yi, although amorous, only genuinely liked someone at first sight: Cheng Ying!

Cheng Ying thought Feng Yi had been poisoned by the bewildering smoke, and was genuinely surprised. Neither startled nor pleased, she pursed her lips, let out a soft hum, and shot out the window like an arrow.

In the moonlight it was clear: Wanyan Ping spat blood from her mouth, her eyes wide open, already dead.

"She's dead?" Cheng Ying's voice trembled as she bent down to feel her pulse.

"Yes!" Feng Yi's voice hoarse: "I said, she only had one chance."

Cheng Ying suddenly lifted her head, her eyes like cold stars, fixed on Feng Yi's face, and said word by word: "Could it be that she truly isn't as good as the wicked Li Mochou?" A desolate look appeared in her eyes.

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes, as if speaking to her, yet also as if muttering to himself: "This is different.

Li Mochou, no matter how evil or vicious, has never treated me like this!

If she had merely used poison to kill me, seeing that her life hasn't been easy, I could let her go; but when she uses your kindness to achieve her goal, she must die!

"What are you saying?" Cheng Ying felt bitter.

Feng Yi waved his sleeve and said: "Your heart of compassion and mercy is a great kindness. It is also the most precious quality a person can have, yet it is precisely those who exploit others' kindness to achieve their own ends, shameless and wicked, that make good people dare not do good, causing morality to collapse and people to distrust each other."

Li Mochou, when she wants to kill someone, gives advance warning with a bloody handprint, letting them prepare early—her method is better than a thousandfold!

Feng Yi deeply knows that in a previous life, the question of "to help or not to help" became a social problem—why?

It's because kind people, after being deceived by bad people, dare not act.

Cheng Ying's thoughts flashed like lightning, yet she had nothing to say in reply.

Suddenly hearing a long laugh, shadows swayed, and from the next room stepped out Zhao and Zhen, two Daoists.

They are third-generation masters of the Quanzhen Sect, their inner strength profound—even the current Yang Guo cannot match them; how could they be dazed by Wanyan Ping's lowly methods?

They merely knew who the visitor was, and were watching to see how Feng Yi would respond.

Zhao Zhijing hurriedly said: "Hero Feng, your words are indeed profound; they have truly benefited us humble Daoists greatly."

People's hearts of compassion are inherently virtuous, yet there are always some shameless and base individuals who trample others' kindness to fulfill their own schemes—these people are the most hateful; this girl's death is just!

In the past, Ha Datong held back his strike against Granny Sun, but who would have thought Granny Sun would have him ask about his disciples, and when he turned his head to inquire, she suddenly kicked out, aiming straight at his lower abdomen vital point, causing Ha Datong, in desperation, to push her away with force, resulting in her death.

Yet Yang Guo, in front of Guo Jing, reversed right and wrong, scolding Ha Datong, Sun Bu Er, Zhao Zhijing, and the others to the point of shame and fury, wishing they could die.

Now hearing that Wanyan Ping is of the same ilk, they naturally expressed deep agreement. If they knew that her methods were taught by Yang Guo, they would be even happier!

Cheng Ying lifted her head, glanced at the two Daoists, then looked at Feng Yi, wanting to speak but hesitating, she leapt up, stepped on the eaves with her feet, flipped onto the high wall, and quickly vanished into the night.

Zhao and Zhen, seeing her light agility, praised: "What a fine lightness skill!"

"You two, tidy up!"

Turning to look, Feng Yi had already disappeared.

Feng Yi had already followed Cheng Ying out; the two left the inn, and Cheng Ying said lightly: "Why are you following me?"

Feng Yi deliberately eased her mind, smiling: "Miss Cheng, thank you for today's affair."

Cheng Ying snorted, but her steps had already slowed.

The two walked side by side, going five or six li, arriving at a grove, reaching the stream's edge, Cheng Ying sat down, removed her mask, washed her face, and gazed at the stream, lost in thought.

Feng Yi stood eight feet away; in the stream's reflection he saw her clearly, and his first impression of her was that she was very beautiful.

She is not as alluring as Li Mochou, nor as peerlessly beautiful as Xiao Longnv, nor does she have the simple, unadorned natural beauty of Gong Sun Lü E.

Yet her fair, oval face took root in Feng Yi's heart, and she was the first to make him genuinely want to pursue a romance, his first girlfriend.

Feng Yi gazed for a long time, but Cheng Ying remained silent.

Only then did Feng Yi say: "Miss Cheng, how did you come here?"

Cheng Ying said: "My cousin disappeared, so I naturally came out to look for her."

Her tone was neither cold nor hot, that offhand attitude making Feng Yi reluctant to say more.

He could only sit under the tree, raising his head to look at the sky.

The night was deep, the moon high in the sky, the full moon resembling Cheng Ying's bare-painted white face, and he unknowingly lost himself in it.

"The scenery of Jueqing Gu is truly beautiful, isn't it?"

Cheng Ying asked softly, her delicate fingertips gliding over the smooth, lustrous body of the flute.

Feng Yi stared for a moment: "You also went to Jueqing Gu?"

Cheng Ying said wistfully: "Since my cousin went, how could I not go?"

Feng Yi, having lived two lives, had met all kinds of people; now his martial arts were accomplished, his concentration profound, yet hearing Cheng Ying's words left him flustered, with fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

He felt that staying would be embarrassing, yet leaving also seemed somewhat unwilling and improper.

Who would have thought Cheng Ying would suddenly turn her head, look at Feng Yi, purse her lips and say, "You've already thanked me; why not leave?"

Feng Yi's face flushed, and he sighed: "I'm about to head to Mongolia; this journey's life and death are uncertain. If something happens to me, there are things I need to say to the girl I love, or I'll regret it!"

"The girl you love?" Cheng Ying chuckled lightly: "You, this lascivious rogue, how many beloved girls do you have in your heart? Can you even finish listing them?"

Feng Yi gave a self-mocking bitter smile; although he considered himself a lascivious man and knew he was a scoundrel who had entangled a few women, he understood that the one who made him fall at first sight, whom he wanted to protect from harm, was none other than the delicate, lonely figure before him.

Only she, when she left him, had caused him heartache—a feeling he had never experienced when Hong Lingbo left him. Yet he also knew he had long since become unworthy of her.

Feng Yi thought of this, his heart tightened; he gently closed his eyes, and after a long while sighed: "No matter how many emotions one experiences in life, some people, once met, are an eternity in a glance, and some heartfelt stirrings, once begun, are impossible to recall."

Having spoken these words, Feng Yi felt as if the stone weighing on his heart had been shifted; regardless of success or failure, he wanted to give himself no regrets.

Because for some things, one only needs to strive; the rest is left to fate.

"One glance, an eternity; spilled water cannot be gathered again..." Cheng Ying's fingertips rubbed back and forth on the jade flute, her voice soft: "Then, before your marriage, did you think of her?"

"I don't know either." Feng Yi sighed, gave a bitter smile: "Thinking about it is pointless. That lady's wisdom and bearing wholly show she is a naturally beautiful good woman, yet I am nothing but a ruthless scoundrel!"

"Yes." Cheng Ying said, her tone laced with mockery: "A scoundrel like you certainly doesn't deserve her."

He gripped the jade flute tightly, suddenly feeling intense pain in his wrist; upon closer look, where Wanyan Ping had grabbed it, five dark fingerprints appeared.

It turned out Wanyan Ping's Iron Palm skill was quite proficient; her inner force reached where it struck, causing Cheng Ying some injury. He had felt nothing earlier, but upon exerting force now, he realized it.

Suddenly hearing Feng Yi say, "Stretch it out so I can take a look."

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Cheng Ying forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, just a small wound."

Feng Yi said, "Iron Palm Technique is extremely formidable; the former Chief Huang took one strike, and even the Nine Yin True Classic couldn't save her. Although Wanyan Ping's inner strength is shallow, we must not be careless!"

Saying this, he already pulled her arm over and used Divine Illumination Skill to massage her.

Cheng Ying was unable to resist, nor did she want to shout; she didn't know what feeling it was in her heart, and said, "How can you be so overbearing!"

Feng Yi lifted his eyes to look at the girl and said, "If only I were truly overbearing; I only hope you won't be too kind in the future."

Cheng Ying said, "She won't harm me."

Wanyan Ping's inner strength was shallow; under the stimulation of Feng Yi's Divine Illumination Skill, her wrist quickly became snow-white and tender. Feng Yi silently lowered her arm, rose, and said, "I know."

"Since you know, why can't you spare her life?" Cheng Ying's eyes filled with anger.

Feng Yi let out a long sigh and said, "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; unless absolutely necessary, I also do not wish to kill."

"Especially for beautiful, moving girls, I am even more unwilling to commit the act of burning the lute and boiling the crane."

"But I don't want to kill her, yet she insists on killing me, and you won't listen even if you try to stop her; do I have to offer my head for her to chop off before it's acceptable?"

Cheng Ying glanced at him, then sighed again, and said, "I have to say, killing Miss Wanyan is also something hard to imagine."

"Why?"

Cheng Ying's beautiful eyes fixed on Feng Yi, and she slowly said, "Because everyone says that Feng Yi's only flaw is his fondness for beautiful girls, to the point of disregarding right and wrong, and Miss Wanyan is indeed very beautiful!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "It's not that Feng Yi lacks tolerance; even if Wanyan Ping were anything, she could not take my life."

For some reason, Feng Yi hesitated and did not continue.

Cheng Ying's clear eyes, like two clear springs, she softly said, "Go on!"

Feng Yi paused: "I fear that everyone thinks I am this kind of person, using beautiful girls to deal with me."

"Or any girl who has had contact with me becomes their target, so they can use her against me; that would be a huge trouble!"

Cheng Ying coldly said, "Then that's not something you brought upon yourself?"

Feng Yi furrowed his brows, a flicker of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, looking toward the distance he said, "Right and wrong in the martial world are inherently hard to judge."

"Moreover, under these circumstances, I want to say I can be certain that, under conventional means, Han people would surely meet the fate of a destroyed country and ruined homes; therefore I deliberately act in an unconventional way, not following common sense in my debut—do you believe me?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ying's pretty face flushed, her emotions agitated as she said, "I ask myself I know you very well; you never lie! As long as you are willing to tell me, I like being a listener; as for whether I believe or not, I don't know either."

Feng Yi let out a long breath and said, "I once knew an elder brother whose martial arts were extremely high, peerless in the world, yet because he loved a woman, he fell into a life of imprisonment; from this I concluded that women must absolutely not be loved."

"Later, after obtaining his martial arts, I went from an unknown nobody to a great master, arousing everyone's envy."

"Everyone thought they could become a second me, but in just half a month, every day they were either being chased or ambushed, constantly fighting or on the way to a fight."

"I feared poison in my food and drink; I slept with one eye open; upon seeing a beautiful woman, I dared not even make contact, fearing she would be used against me; even when going to the toilet I feared ambush, needing to find a place no one could reach to relieve myself."

"Although such days lasted only half a month, they left me exhausted to cope, as if I had endured decades."

"Thus I have grown weary of the right and wrongs of the martial world; I just want to find a quiet place to spend a peaceful period."

This was the first time Feng Yi had shared his experiences with a woman, and he suddenly felt a sense of relaxed pleasure.

Cheng Ying listened attentively; after he finished speaking, she said, "Although I have never heard of this, I didn't expect that you too would have such a tumultuous time."

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said, "But I have inadvertently stepped into this martial world."

"You and I both know that foreign tribes rule the Han people, and what fate the Han people face; moreover I know that the Mongols are even more brutal than the Jin."

"At this time, the individuals I truly look up to are all worried for the country and the people, saving the nation and protecting the populace; although I dare not compare myself to them, I also have the aspiration to see the worthy and emulate them, so I too wish to stop this war."

"After all, throughout history, whenever there is war, it is a trampling of life; no matter how beautifully worded, whether it's punishing the people for their crimes or saving myriad folk from water and fire, none can escape this ironclad reality!"

"The ones who die the most are ordinary commoners!"

"Since we live in this environment, we must first try to change it; what cannot be changed must be adapted to."

"I regard myself as a lecher; naturally some people think my weakness is beauty."

"Then, at a suitable opportunity, I must use the blood of beauties to tell the world that I, Feng Yi, am a madman whom no one can fathom!"

"Only by giving people this perception, and adding my journey to Mongolia, perhaps can I stop this war!"

Cheng Ying looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Do you know? You indeed have no shortcomings."

"Your martial arts are formidable; everyone in the martial world holds you in greater awe; moreover you disregard wealth, able to take and seek as you please."

"You are also handsome and graceful, with broad knowledge; there is nothing in the world you do not know, and few girls in the world can remain unmoved by you."

"Even if someone dislikes you, they can only curse you behind your back two sentences, and even that they fear being beaten to death by those who admire you."

Feng Yi stared, then gave a bitter smile, "Honored, honored; I never expected the miss to think so highly of me."

"But Wanyan Ping is not trying to kill me; your cousin also doesn't take a liking to me, and the girl I like in my heart also keeps her distance from me, merely a so-called friendship of righteousness—why is that?"

Cheng Ying glanced at him, her gaze shifted, she lightly sighed and said, "Feng Yi, do you know? I think you are not a normal person; you seem to lack the emotions that ordinary people should have!"

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh and said nothing.

Cheng Ying suddenly fixed her gaze on him, anger welling in her eyes, and loudly said, "What do you mean by laughing like that?"

"Are you not convinced?"

"Although you are gentle and considerate toward every girl, you certainly do not truly like them."

She let out another long sigh and said, "Even if you want to kill someone, you may not necessarily believe he deserves to die."

"Even if you like a person, you may not necessarily think she truly deserves your liking."

"You are simply self-righteous and self-willed!"

"Especially those you don't care about, you ignore even more!"

"You have neither truly hated anyone nor truly loved anyone."

"Of course, you appear to have no weakness, and your martial arts are high; others would surely envy you, but I feel your life is not what an ordinary person should have, devoid of any meaning."

She gazed at Feng Yi unconsciously, her expression gradually becoming desolate.

Looking at her appearance, Feng Yi suddenly felt a hint of guilt. Because these words, Li Mochou had once said the same.

Although he felt he was not worthy of Cheng Ying, deep down he still thought of her, wanting to be entwined with her.

But now it's clear.

My life has no meaning!

Could a life with me possibly have meaning?

In a moment, a surge of sorrow rose in Feng Yi's chest, and he said, "Miss Cheng, I would be glad to pour out the feelings pent up in my chest to you. The roads of the jianghu are long, the mountains high and the waters far—farewell!"

He suddenly turned and walked away quickly.

After a few steps, he suddenly heard a distant flute playing behind him.

Feng Yi couldn't help but stop; this was exactly the tune she had played for him when they first met—rising and falling, the notes drifting like flight, a clear and tender melody wandering through the woods.

Feng Yi listened for a moment, then suddenly felt his cheeks cold; he wiped them and found they were wet with tears—he knew.

From here on, this is naturally also the end.

He had ultimately missed this girl.

Thinking of it, Feng Yi's coming to this world was actually just to do two things.

First, to try a romance again with the woman he loves.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he still failed.

Second, he hoped to change the fact of Mongol rule over the Han people; then, though he might lose in love, could he win on the battlefield?

Feng Yi didn't know!

He didn't want to think about it either!

Feng Yi suddenly quickened his pace, striding away like a shooting star,

Cheng Ying stood there blankly, watching him disappear into the night.

Giggle!

Hearing a clear, sweet laugh, a white-clad woman suddenly drifted down from the tree and smiled, saying, "Older sister, this person still talks nonsense even now—if he had experienced being repeatedly besieged, who in the jianghu wouldn't know?"

Cheng Ying smiled faintly: "Is that important?"

Lu Wushuang startled, then gave a sly smile: "Exactly! I was just saying he's not as honest as Yang Guo."

Look at how others love their masters—wholeheartedly devoted—nothing like him!

Shameless—having an unclear relationship with my senior sister, and even marrying my teacher… Li Mochou, and that Gongsun maiden!

There are no good men left in this world; from now on, we sisters might as well roam the jianghu carefree.

Cheng Ying said nothing, yet had already put on a human-skin mask, restoring her usual appearance,

The jianghu remains as before—isn't it just to forget each other in the jianghu? That's perfect!

"Older sister, do you think she knows I was eavesdropping on your conversation?"

"I don't know!"

"Older sister, I think that brat just said he dislikes me on purpose to let me hear it!"

"I don't know!"

"Older sister, if I go to kill him, will he kill me?"

"I don't know!"

"Older sister, if you go to kill him, will he kill you?"

"I don't know!"

"Then what do you know?"

"I know you're annoyed right now!"

"... Well, okay!"

(End of chapter)