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"You are Zhao Feihong, the eldest son of the Zhao Family?" After being rescued, Nangong Tuo was delighted to discover that he had encountered someone from the Exiled Nation. He patted Zhao Feihong on the shoulder and said, "That's great! When I return, this Prince will definitely have my father reward you properly."
Zhao Feihong smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "It was merely a small effort; Third Prince need not take it to heart."
"Was the one who accompanied you just now also from the Exiled Nation?"
"Feihong happened to meet that brother in the Millennium Ruins. From his appearance, he does not seem like someone from the Exiled Nation, but he was unwilling to share much about himself, so Feihong doesn't know much." Zhao Feihong was usually well-mannered and would not pry into others' affairs, so when Nangong Tuo asked, he truly had little to say.
"Third Prince, if there is a chance in the future..."
Nangong Tuo was momentarily taken aback but then smiled knowingly. "This Prince has said that if he is willing to help, there will be a reward. Even if he does not help, this Prince is not a petty person. Now that we have escaped danger, why bother with such matters?"
"Third Prince indeed has a generous disposition."
The two exchanged pleasantries before continuing together, their destination—Ouyang Zixin or Zhao Feiyu.
"Speaking of which, just now I suddenly felt a chill coming from the stone wall. I don't know why."
"A chill? Feihong did not notice anything."
"It is strange; this Prince occasionally feels that chill creeping up from behind. I don't know what it is, but it has become more pronounced since entering these Millennium Ruins."
"Is that so?"
"Now that you are accompanying me, perhaps it will be better."
“……”
“Oh no, here it comes again…”
“……”
“Could it be that someone is thinking about This Prince?”
“Third Prince…”
“Haha, just joking, just joking. Let’s go.”
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“If Nangong Tuo knew you said that about him, he might just run into a wall.” Zhao Feiyu squatted beside Feng Chengxuan, tugging at his hair and lifting his head. “Is Nangong Tuo really that bad? Look at Sito Rongyan, she’s practically crazy for him…”
“What about him? Isn’t he just a bad romance? If it weren’t for…” Ouyang Zixin almost let slip Ning Zhiyuan’s name; indeed, conversations among women can easily lead to loose lips. Gossip can truly bring trouble.
“If it weren’t for what?” Zhao Feiyu sniffed sharply. She was sure there was some gossip brewing here.
Ouyang Zixin rolled her eyes at her. “If it weren’t for you not properly managing him, I would have succeeded by now.”
Zhao Feiyu pouted. Although she knew Ouyang Zixin was deliberately changing the subject, there was nothing she could do; she needed to wrap things up quickly. Otherwise, holding onto Feng Chengxuan’s head was no easy task.
“Why don’t you let those two men over there come help?”
"Are you going to call?"
Zhao Feiyu shrank her neck at the words. Never mind, it was better for her to handle it herself.
"But speaking of which, are you really just going to let Zhai Yiqi and Baike go?" Zhao Feiyu had picked up on the fact that those two had once tried to kill Ouyang Zixin. Seeing Ouyang Zixin press them earlier, she thought they would definitely face a bad end, but unexpectedly, Ouyang Zixin hadn't laid a hand on them.
"What do you want me to do? Kill them for revenge? They did try to kill her, that's true. But they didn't succeed, did they? Ouyang Zixin isn't afraid of killing, but she doesn't want to kill for no reason."
"Shouldn't we at least teach them a lesson?" Zhao Feiyu said as she lifted Feng Chengxuan's head. Wasn't he the perfect example?
Earlier, Baike had even said something like—Miss Zhao didn't seem that close to Miss Ouyang back then; why are they so close now? Who knows what she's up to?
At that moment, Zhao Feiyu wanted to slap her twice. How could she say such things? Even if she had her own motives, it wasn't for her to comment on!
If it weren't for Ouyang Zixin not holding a grudge, Zhao Feiyu would have been furious. The relationship they had worked hard to build shouldn't be easily disrupted by Baike's words. So when Ouyang Zixin asked her for help, she came without hesitation.
"There will be plenty of opportunities; why are you in such a hurry?" You think I don't know how much you want to slap Baike?
"Hehe, true enough. One step at a time."
Following Ouyang Zixin's instructions, Zhao Feiyu lifted Feng Chengxuan's head so he could face Ouyang Zixin, but what if this guy didn't wake up?
"Hold his eyes open and see if he can see anything," Ouyang Zixin had considered having Nameless splash water on him to wake him up, but that might interfere with the Eye Technique. After all, royal people should have strong wills; she couldn't take risks when using the Eye Technique for the first time.
"Only the whites of his eyes." This person was completely out cold; if it weren't for the faint breathing, one might think he was dead.
If it cannot be done visually, can we use Mental Power directly?
Ouyang Zixin was contemplating in her heart. From what Zhai Yiqi and Baike had said earlier, they had been unconscious in the Small Stone Box, not knowing what had happened, with their memories only stopping at the time of the earthquake. If they were not lying, then she could only seek answers from their subconscious. Isn't there a saying in psychology about this?
She couldn't articulate the specific theoretical knowledge, but it was about those memories that people often overlook. As long as she could find them, she should be able to understand what they experienced after entering the Small Stone Box.
"Lay him flat, and you step aside too." The Eye Technique was taught by the Three-Eyed Purple-Eyed Old Mystic Beast, and the Purple-Eyed Beast was gifted by the Three-Eyed Purple-Pupiled Mystic Beast. She didn't want to expose these abilities to others just yet. Although Zhao Feiyu might be on her side now, who knows when he might become an opposing force? So she had to be cautious.
Zhao Feiyu naturally understood that Ouyang Zixin was wary of her. He felt a bit sour in his heart but quickly let it go. This was normal; if it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to treat someone who had once harmed him as Ouyang Zixin did.
After laying down Feng Chengxuan, Zhao Feiyu walked away without saying a word, completely leaving Ouyang Zixin's line of sight. Yun Tianmo and Yun Tianying saw this from a distance and exchanged glances, both feeling that Ouyang Zixin seemed to have the ability to influence those around her. Hopefully, the people from the Zhao Family would be as clever as Zhao Feiyu.
"Perhaps it can be used." Yun Tianying, having heard about the Zhao Family from Yun Tianmo, now saw something in this girl from the Zhao Family.
"Yeah."
"Alright, I have nothing else to do here. Aren't you going to check on what your beloved is busy with?" It seemed that Ouyang Zixin was about to do something special again, prompting Zhao Feiyu to avoid her.
As soon as Yun Tianying finished speaking, Yun Tianmo had already walked far away with his hands behind his back, causing Yun Tianying to chuckle lightly again; a young man should not linger too long.
(To be continued.)
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