Chapter 882: Zhao Yan's True Face

Outside, Su Chen and Murong Xin were both looking at Zhao Yan.

Su Chen's eyes were indifferent, while Murong Xin's beautiful eyes were filled with pure worry. Obviously, she was very worried about the safety of her elder brother Zhao Yan.

In this way, under the gaze of the two, Zhao Yan approached the big bluestone step by step under pressure.

When Zhao Yan finally walked ten feet away from the big bluestone, Zhao Yan took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly soared into the air, swept over the big bluestone, stretched out a hand in the air, and grabbed the red Ying flower on the big bluestone.

The next moment, the red Ying flower was uprooted and caught in Zhao Yan's hand.

However, before Zhao Yan could breathe a sigh of relief, another sudden change occurred.

Boom!

With the big bluestone as the center, a heat wave suddenly erupted without warning!

The entire paradise suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Yan, who was in it, was also wrapped in the heat wave and flew out directly. The whole person turned into a ball of fire and shot into the distance.

"Brother Zhao Yan!"

Murong Xin shouted in shock, and then her hand was grabbed by Su Chen, and the whole person was quickly pulled back by Su Chen.

Su Chen took Murong Xin and retreated three or four miles in an instant, until they were completely away from the epicenter, and then they stopped.

Afterwards, the two looked at Zhao Yan again, only to see that Zhao Yan had fallen in a miserable state in the distance, his clothes and hair were all burned to a mess, and his whole face was gray and dusty, and he didn't look like a gentleman just now, but like a beggar roasted by fire.

However, Zhao Yan didn't care about his miserable condition at the moment, but stared at the red Ying flower in his hand with joy.

"Xin'er!"

Zhao Yan looked up at Murong Xin and greeted her gently, "Come here quickly, take this red Ying flower first."

"Uh..."

Murong Xin hesitated for a moment, and for some reason, seeing Zhao Yan's ecstatic look after getting the red Ying flower, she suddenly didn't want to go over.

"Come here quickly, if this red-flower leaves the soil for more than a quarter of an hour, it will completely wither." Zhao Yan saw Murong Xin standing still, so he urged her repeatedly, and pointed at Su Chen, "You, bring her here!" Su Chen smiled, and pulled Murong Xin to Zhao Yan's side. Zhao Yan hurriedly handed the red-flower to Murong Xin's little hand, urging her: "Take it quickly." Murong Xin took the red-flower, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Brother Zhao Yan, do you really want me to take this red-flower?" "Of course, what a stupid question, of course I hope you can recover, hurry up." Zhao Yan urged again, but his face was no longer the gentle smile before, and his eyes radiated a strange light, looking a little anxious and impatient. Murong Xin hesitated, this Zhao Yan was not the Zhao Yan she was familiar with, making her feel a little strange, and even a little strange. For some reason, Murong Xin remembered what Su Chen had said to her that day. He said that Zhao Yan didn't really like her. If he really liked her, he wouldn't force his will on her every time.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xin thought of the little things that Zhao Yan had done with her before. Although Zhao Yan did take good care of her, he never asked her opinion once.

Whether it was giving her expensive gifts or taking her to Donglin City to seek medical treatment, Zhao Yan did these things under the banner of "for her good" and never asked her if she was willing.

She had always trusted Zhao Yan wholeheartedly. However, thinking of Zhao Yan's failure to save Su Chen earlier, Murong Xin felt more and more that Zhao Yan at that moment made her feel very strange, and was not like the Zhao Yan she had known all along.

Although Zhao Yan later explained that he wanted to see Su Chen's strength, it could not dispel the instinctive doubts deep in Murong Xin's heart.

At this moment, looking at the red flower in his hand, Murong Xin mustered up his courage and said, "Brother Zhao Yan, I know you are doing this for my own good, but I don't want to take this red flower now."

"You don't want to take it?"

Zhao Yan was stunned, "Why?"

"No reason, I... I just feel a little confused and want to clear my mind."

Murong Xin said in a low voice.

Zhao Yan's face turned gloomy almost in an instant.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Murong Xin, who had always obeyed him, would actually start to resist him at this time.

"Xin'er, do you know what you are saying?"

Zhao Yan's voice also sank, "This red flower will completely wither after a quarter of an hour. If you don't take it as soon as possible, it's equivalent to seeking death."

"It doesn't matter if you seek death yourself. However, the plan I have worked hard for so long cannot be wasted because of you, a stupid woman!"

As Zhao Yan said this, a sense of oppression suddenly broke out from his body. He stared at Murong Xin coldly with a pair of eyes and ordered, "I say it again, take the red flower quickly, otherwise I will not be polite!"

"Brother Zhao Yan?"