Chapter 963 Revenge for Ansheng

There seemed to be a hint of prayer in Salia's tone, completely losing the arrogance she had before.

It seemed that at this moment, she felt the threat of death, feeling it so close, or maybe it was the combat power of Qin Che and Han Fei after they had assimilated that made her feel fear.

However, Qin Che, as if he could not hear her words, just raised the sword and held it tightly, with the light of death flashing in his eyes.

He's going to kill her.

He will kill her.

Salia was sure of this fact, and now, she definitely couldn't beat him.

Salia gritted her teeth and turned around to escape, but as soon as she moved, she felt severe pain in her abdomen. The severe pain made her movements stiff.

She slowly lowered her head and saw a pointed sword head with cold light coming out of her abdomen, stained with her blood.

Salia's eyes widened, and the next moment, Qin Che withdrew the sword without mercy, and the sword dripped with blood to the ground, drop by drop, it was really beautiful.

Salia almost knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and covered the wound with her hand. The pain made her beautiful face distorted.

Qin Che looked at the blood on the sword and his expression was calm, neither happy nor comfortable.

It was as if her death was inevitable.

Qin Che raised his sword again. This time, he would not miss it and go straight for Salia's heart.

"Wait! You can't kill me! I have a way to save your child!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Salia's heart was suddenly stabbed.

Qin Che's cold face was within sight, and his eyes like ice cubes looked directly at her.

The thin lips opened slightly, and word after word came out.

"Salia, do you think I will still believe you?"

"Pfft."

Qin Che withdrew his sword.

As for Salia, her pupils were constricted and full of disbelief. She didn't believe that Qin Che would kill her like this. Even though she said she could save the child, under such circumstances, Qin Che still killed her.

"you……"

Salia could no longer speak, her body fell down, and under her body, blood slowly gushes out.

Her breath was gone, and her eyes were open until she died.

Qin Che glanced at her quietly, then turned around and returned to Han Fei step by step, throwing away the long sword stained with blood.

On one side, he held Han Fei in his arms.

At this time, Han Fei opened her eyes tiredly and said, "Is she dead?"

"Well, dead."

Han Fei's eyes seemed to be moist.

"It's good if he dies...we will avenge Ansheng."

"Well, you take a nap first."

Han Fei grabbed Qin Che's clothes tightly and said softly: "Take me home."

"good."

Qin Che hugged Han Fei and walked back step by step, but behind them they could not see.

The dead Salia was lying there, and then a dark claw stretched out and swept away Salia's body, silently, as if it had never appeared, except for the body on the ground. That pool of blood.

After returning, Qin Che immediately settled Han Fei, who fell asleep due to overdraft and exhaustion, and immediately dealt with everything without stopping. His Majesty, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared in front of the crowd for the first time.

Salia was dead, and all the demon kings under her were almost dead as well. The remaining ones surrendered on their own without any need to deal with them. The process was effortless, except for one thing, Mo Wu was missing.

Qin Che searched for Mo Wu for a long time but could not find him. As a last resort, Qin Che had no choice but to let it go for the time being.

As for the disappeared bodies of Bian Yi and An Sheng, Qin Che also knew where they were going, but he did not go immediately. He could not worry about Han Fei and would not leave at this time. He could not afford anything to happen to her again. Accident.

So Qin Che waited patiently for three days.

For three days, Han Fei had no movement at all. If it weren't for the weak ups and downs of breathing, Qin Che would have gone crazy. But as long as there is still a breath, it means he is still alive.

When Qin Che went out to deal with matters, he usually sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at Han Fei's sleeping face. The patterns on Qin Che's face also disappeared, but the color of his hair did not change back. Still white.

Qin Che gently raised the corners of his lips, lifted up a strand of Han Fei's hair, smiled softly, and said in a deep voice: "Now, we are the same."

He seemed to be happy because he discovered this similarity. This was the first time Qin Che showed a smile in the past few days, even though it was very shallow.

"Old man."

A hoarse voice sounded above his head.

The voice was weak, hoarse, and not pleasant to listen to.

But at this time, Qin Che's ears felt like the sound of nature.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at Han Fei, who had opened his eyes in disbelief.

There seemed to be a hint of tenderness in her eyes. She didn't know when she woke up, and she was watching him quietly at this moment.

Qin Che's heart trembled and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Finally, he choked out a sentence: "Old woman."

Both of them have gray heads, but they kind of cater to that sentence, and they will never be separated from you.

However, Han Fei did not smile, but felt more distressed.

She knew that this was the price of assimilation. In that process, she was the weaker party, so Qin Che spent more energy in assimilation.

Han Fei wanted to sit up, but her body was still a little weak, so Qin Che carefully helped her up.

After Han Fei sat firmly, she grabbed Qin Che's hand, not tightly, but it made both of them feel calmer.

Han Fei looked at Qin Che and suddenly said, "You have become ugly."

Qin Che touched his face with his other hand and said, "Really?"

Han Fei nodded and said, "But I won't dislike you."

Qin Che's eyebrows became gentler and he said: "Okay."

Han Fei stopped talking again, and Qin Che didn't push her. He just sat quietly with her. He knew that she must still be unable to concentrate, which was also a sequelae of assimilation.

"An Sheng is dead."

Qin Che felt a pain in his heart and held Han Fei's hand harder.

"Xiaoxiao is also dead."

"Han Fei..."

Han Fei lowered his head, and warm liquid dripped onto their intertwined hands.

"I always thought that I was strong, that I would be stronger, that I could protect my important people, but Qin Che... I was wrong, I was too arrogant, I couldn't even save my own child."

"Han Fei, I don't blame you, it's my fault."

"We're all sinners, right? Sinners who murdered children."

Han Fei slowly raised her head, her eyes dim with tears, and she seemed to see that the corners of Qin Che's eyes were also moist.

"Hey, Ah Che, I can save one."