Chapter 963: Revenge for An Sheng

Salia's tone seemed to be accompanied by a trace of plea, completely without the arrogance before.
It seemed that at this moment, she felt the threat of death, felt it so close, or the fighting power after Qin Che and Han Fei assimilated just now made her feel a sense of fear.
However, Qin Che, as if unable to hear her words, just held the sword tightly, and the light of death flashed in his eyes.
He is going to kill her.
He will kill her.
Salia is very sure of this fact, and now, she must not be able to beat him.
Salia gritted her teeth and turned around to escape, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain came from her abdomen, which made her movements stiff.
She lowered her head slowly, and she saw her abdomen. A sharp, cold-lighted sword head came out of her blood.
Salia's eyes widened, and the next moment Qin Che drew back the sword without pity, and the sword dripped with blood to the ground, drop by drop, really beautiful.
Salia almost knelt on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, covered the wound with her hand, and the pain distorted her pretty face.
Qin Che looked at the blood on the sword, his face calm, neither invigorated nor refreshed.
It seemed that she was going to die.
Qin Che raised the sword again, this time, he wouldn't be partial, and took the position of Salia's heart.
"Wait! You can't kill me! I have a way to save your child!"
However, as soon as the voice fell, Salia's heart was suddenly inserted.
Qin Che's cold face was close at hand, and those ice-like eyes looked straight at her.
The thin lips opened lightly, and word by word popped out from it.
"Salia, do you think I still believe you."
"Puff."
Qin Che withdrew the sword.
But Salia, her pupils tightened, and she was full of disbelief. She didn't believe that Qin Che saved her and killed her in this way. She clearly said that she could save the child. Under such circumstances, Qin Che still killed her.
"you……"
Salia couldn't speak anymore, and her body fell, and under her body, blood slowly poured out.
Her breath was absent, and her eyes were open until death.
Qin Che glanced at her quietly, then turned back to Han Fei's side step by step, and threw the long sword that was soaked with blood.
On the one hand, he held Han Fei in his arms.
At this time, Han Fei opened his eyes a little tired, and said, "Is she dead?"
"Well, it's dead."
Han Fei's eyes seemed to be wet.
"Dead...just fine...we avenge An Sheng."
"Well, you sleep for a while."
Han Fei gripped Qin Che's clothes tightly, and said softly, "Take me home."
"it is good."
Qin Che hugged Han Fei and walked back step by step, but behind them all could not see.
The dead Salia lay there, and then a black paw stretched out and directly swept Salia's body away, silently, as if it had never appeared before, except for the ones on the ground. That pool of blood.
After returning, Qin Che immediately settled down Han Fei, who had fallen asleep due to overdraft exhaustion, and then immediately dealt with everything non-stop, and for the first time, the respected subordinate who had not met for a long time appeared in front of the masses.
Salia is dead, and the demon kings under her are almost dead, and the remaining ones surrender themselves without any need to deal with it. This process is effortless, except for one point, Mowu is gone.
Qin Che made people look for it for a long time, but did not find Mo Wu's figure. As a last resort, Qin Che had to put it down temporarily.
As for the disappeared wing and An Sheng's body, Qin Che also knew where he was going, but he didn't go immediately. He couldn't worry about Han Fei and would not leave at this time. He couldn't bear any of her happening again. accident.
So Qin Che waited patiently, this time, it was three days.
For three days, Han Fei hadn't moved at all. If it weren't for the faint breathing fluctuations, I'm afraid Qin Che would have been crazy long ago, but as long as there is still a breath, it means he is still alive.
Outside of the time when Qin Che went out to deal with affairs, he basically sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching Han Fei's sleeping face, and the pattern on Qin Che's face disappeared, but his hair color did not change back. It's still white.
Qin Che gently curled the corners of his lips, picked up a strand of Han Fei's hair, smiled softly, and said in a low voice: "Now, we are the same."
He seemed to be happy because he discovered this similarity. This was the first time Qin Che had shown a smile in the past few days, although it was very shallow.
"Old man."
A hoarse voice rang above his head.
The voice is weak, hoarse, and unpleasant.
But in Qin Che's ears at this time, it seemed like a natural sound.
He suddenly raised his head, looking at Han Fei who had already opened his eyes in disbelief.
Her eyes seemed to have a gentle breath, she didn't know when she woke up, and she was watching him quietly at this moment.
Qin Che's heart trembled and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Finally, he suffocated a sentence: "Old woman."
Both of them whitened their heads, but somewhat catered to that sentence, and were not separated from your white heads.
However, Han Fei did not smile, more distressed.
She knew that this was the price of assimilation, and in that process, she was the weaker party, so Qin Che paid more energy during the assimilation.
Han Fei wanted to sit up, but her body was still a little weak. Qin Che carefully helped her up.
After Han Fei sat steadily, she grasped Qin Che's palm not tightly, but it made the hearts of both people slowly settled.
Han Fei looked at Qin Che and suddenly said, "You have become ugly."
Qin Che touched his face with the other hand, and said, "Really?"
Han Fei nodded and said, "But I will not despise you."
Qin Che's eyebrows became more gentle, and said, "Okay."
Han Fei stopped talking, and Qin Che didn't urge, but just sat quietly with her. He knew that she must still be a little unable to concentrate. This was also a sequelae of assimilation.
"Ann is dead."
Qin Che felt a pain in his heart, and he grasped Han Fei's hand harder.
"Smile is dead."
"Han Fei..."
Han Fei lowered his head, and a warm liquid dripped onto their hands shaking hands.
"I always thought I was strong, I would be stronger, and I could protect my important people, but Qin Che... I was wrong, I was too arrogant, I couldn't even save my own children."
"Han Fei, don't blame you, it's my fault."
"We are all sinners, right? The sinner who murdered the child."
Han Fei slowly raised her head, her teary eyes dim, she seemed to see that the corners of Qin Che's eyes were also moist.
"Now, Ache, I can save one."