Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

Chapter 242 Dreams of Tormenting Each Other

"Okay?"

It's ridiculous. God is so unfair. Why did he let her be reborn and let her remember such painful past?

Yao Jia's eyes were dark and unclear. She put her hand on his handsome and resolute face, looked into his starry eyes, and immediately fell into them, unable to look away for a long time.

Gu Xiyan felt the warmth of her palm, stared deeply at the woman in front of him, and his heart was beating fast.

"Yes, it's fine. Don't think about the unpleasant things in the past. Now is a peaceful and prosperous time. I have plenty of time to accompany you. I will accompany you to do whatever you want. You like fishing, so let's go to Qilian Mountain. There are mountains and water there, the black carp is fat, and there is game in the forest..."

Listening to him talking endlessly about his vision for a better future, Yao Jia just found it ridiculous.

He had no memory of his past life and thought that those were just minor quarrels between them and that everything could be written off.

Yao Jia was a little jealous. She was jealous that he didn't have those horrible memories, and she was jealous that he could think of everything as being so beautiful.

"You know what? When I have free time in the army, I will design a hunting rifle for you. Then we can..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a numbness on his neck and his whole body fell towards Yao Jia unconsciously.

Yao Jia caught his limp body, and stared down at the handsome man with his eyes closed in her arms, her eyes slightly gloomy.

"If you knew what I did to the Gu family in my previous life, would you still say the three words 'fine'?"

He placed him on the couch, took a brush from the table, and dipped it in the tea on the table.

He sat down next to Gu Xiyan and drew a formation on his forehead with a pen.

Sit on a chair not far away and wait quietly.

Not long after, the helpless whimpering of a man in a nightmare could be heard from the couch.

"No... Father... Mother... No..."

The intermittent crying and pleading sounded particularly sad in this empty room.

“Jia Jia… Stop it… Please make them stop, don’t kill them… I was wrong… I was wrong…”

Yao Jia's heart was torn, and she clenched her hands tightly, not even realizing that her sharp nails were digging into her flesh.

"I hate you... no..."

A pair of peach blossom eyes glanced coldly at the person on the couch.

She had imagined countless times how Gu Xiyan would react if he saw her personally ordering the killing of everyone in Gu Family Castle?

Is it anger, disappointment, or hatred?

Now, we finally have to face the answer.

Gu Xiyan on the couch suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar, and sat up instantly, his eyes red.

"Why!"

He roared, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts, his hands clutching at his hair as he groaned in pain.

"Have you seen it all?"

Gu Xiyan suddenly turned his head, staring straight at the woman on the chair with his red eyes.

He stumbled to Yao Jia and asked hysterically, "Why? Why do you do this! Why..."

Why did he have to see such a cruel and horrific scene, watching his loved ones die tragically in front of him without being able to do anything?

The culprit was the woman sitting on the horse who looked exactly like Yao Jia.

Yao Jia looked up at him calmly and spoke slowly, "Because that has always been my nightmare... Gu Xiyan, if there is such a deep blood feud between us, do you still want to... be with me... well?"

Listening to Yao Jia say such cruel and terrible words in such a nonchalant manner.

For the first time, Gu Xiyan realized how terrifying the woman in front of him was.

In an instant, my heart was broken, my legs went weak and I almost fell down.

He quickly held onto the chair beside him and calmed himself down.

"These are all illusions, dreams, not real..."

Yao Jia stood up and walked to him, touched his face, and smiled brightly, "Since you think it's an illusion, what are you afraid of, Sanlang?"

"Saburo"

"Saburo"

"Saburo"

His head was dizzy, and a long, familiar yet unfamiliar call kept exploding in his ears. Gu Xiyan shuddered, and a bone-chilling coldness penetrated into his heart.

Looking at Yao Jia in horror, she looked exactly like the witch in his dream, who was dressed in silver armor and killed people like crazy.

Countless fragments flashed in his mind, making him unable to grasp them and causing a splitting headache.

He pushed Yao Jia away suddenly and staggered out.

Yao Jia fell into the chair, looking at his panicked back, her heart filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Yes, that's how it should be. You should avoid her like the plague.

"We should celebrate this happy moment. Xinluo, bring me some wine..."

"........."

No one answered.

He just remembered that he was provoked away by Gu Xiyan.

"It turns out that this ability to sow discord has always existed."

He walked out of the room, took out a jar of wine from Shuqin's wine cellar, found a secluded corner, and started drinking.

The moon is at its zenith, and silver light shines all over the earth.

Yao Jia was leaning against a tree trunk, the jar of wine in his hand was empty and he was drunk. He looked at the gorgeous peonies blooming in the distance with a mocking smile on his face.

He rubbed his confused head and shook it, trying to clear his mind.

I heard the sound of footsteps and looked up, meeting a pair of extremely calm phoenix eyes.

"Why are you here, Your Highness?"

Xiao Fengyi frowned and looked at the woman who was slumped under the tree. She was so helpless and sad at this moment.

He squatted down to look at her at eye level, "But did you quarrel with General Gu again?"

Yao Jia chuckled, "Your Highness is here to persuade me not to run away and accept this marriage."

Xiao Fengyi did not deny it. Although he did not know Nanshan's intention, he had to obey his father's order. Since he had read out the imperial edict, he must make Yao Jia willing to carry it out.

Yao Jia stood up with the help of the tree, "Don't worry, Your Highness... I am not bold enough to disobey your order."

Staggering forward, Xiao Fengyi hurriedly reached out and gently stroked her.

"I'm sorry, I'm useless."

Yao Jia looked back in surprise.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Fengyi's delicate face was so clear, his eyes were full of self-blame and guilt, and his worried look was so transparent without a trace of concealment.

"I promise, I promise that in the future... I will never let you do anything you don't want to do."

Yao Jia slowly reached out and patted his hand that was supporting her, and smiled, "Your Highness, you don't have to promise these. If you really feel sorry for me, when you inherit the throne in the future, can you make me the imperial teacher?"

Xiao Fengyi smiled with a hint of cunning in his eyes, "Only to be the national teacher? Don't you want to be the most noble woman in Daxia?"

Yao Jia was slightly stunned, and suddenly her body felt lighter and she was picked up by him.

"What is your highness doing?" Yao Jia struggled to get down, but was held tightly in Xiao Fengyi's arms.

Xiao Fengyi lowered his eyes to glance at her, and said with a low smile: "Of course I will carry you back to rest."

"I...I can walk by myself."

"You're drunk, and I don't want you to fall again. Besides, as a brother, it's okay for me to hug you."

Yao Jia stared into his clear and sincere eyes for a moment, then slowly nestled into his chest and closed her eyes.

Xiao Fengyi held her and walked slowly into the yard. Their shadows were stretched very long under the moonlight.

He gently placed Yao Jia on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

"Why... do you always force me like this..." Yao Jia murmured.

Xiao Fengyi paused what he was doing, lowered his eyes to look at the drunken and unconscious woman on the bed, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

I secretly swore in my heart that one day, I would drive those people away from Yao Jia.

"Yaoyao, until then, just let me accompany you, okay?"

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