Capítulo 362: Chapter 362: Lin Fan Speaks, and the Heavens Change Color
Honestly, they had envisioned countless scenarios of how the Witch might confront them. But the current situation...it was a meal. They weren't mistaken; everything was incredibly real. A young man and the Witch. The consequence of being with the Witch should have been instant annihilation, a swift death, as she was supposedly devoid of humanity.
Yet now...the Witch sat with the young man at a stone table, enjoying a meal. The sudden shift in atmosphere was hard to accept.
"This dish is pretty good, right? I remember messing it up last time and was so disappointed to have wasted the ingredients. Who knew it would turn out so tasty?" Lin Fan served Zhao Zhenle some food. It was a simple meal, nothing extravagant, just plain and simple fare.
She hummed in agreement, shoveling down the food as if she hadn't eaten in ages. But for Zhao Zhenle, this might very well be her last meal. It was a meal she had longed for, for years, a meal cooked by Lin Fan himself.
After swallowing the last grain of rice, Zhao Zhenle slowly put down her bowl and softly said, "Take care."
Then, she stood up, facing the approaching pursuers without fear. Her expression remained calm. After enduring countless hardships, she had long forgotten the meaning of helplessness or despair. She had experienced far worse. Would she be afraid of this?
"You're here. Let's go then, to another place. I won't run. Today, either you die, or I do," Zhao Zhenle said slowly.
The pursuing experts had never seen such a domineering woman. After this, she would surely be remembered by the world, the most terrifying Witch, facing all the martial arts experts alone, her fearless demeanor was deeply shocking.
"Benefactor, why be so stubborn?" The Divine Monk sensed something amiss. Cultivating the Nine Nether Divine Scripture shouldn't allow for rationality. Who was this young man that made the Witch give up on escaping?
"What is stubbornness? What is enlightenment? Spare me the废话 (nonsense)," Zhao Zhenle said coldly.
Just then, Lin Fan stood behind Zhao Zhenle, smiling as he stroked her head.
"You weren't like this before. Why so fierce?"
The surrounding people were stunned.
Holy crap! Is this real?
This young man was audacious, daring to touch the Witch's head. That was even more terrifying than touching a tiger's backside. They had already imagined the scene of the young man's hand being severed.
However, the next scene left them even more dumbfounded. Not only did the Witch not retaliate, but she lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, for letting you see this bad side of me."
Lin Fan smiled. "Don't mention it. Aren't we friends? Even with your bad side, you're still my friend. That won't change."
At this moment, an expert shouted, "Everyone, what are we waiting for? Let's attack! This guy is with the Witch. He looks weak. We'll take him hostage and force the Witch to surrender."
"Although such actions are shameful, eliminating demons and upholding righteousness justifies any means."
The Divine Monk and the others had no objections. Doing so could minimize unnecessary casualties.
The expert who made the suggestion suddenly felt a chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Looking closely, he realized Zhao Zhenle was staring at him with endless killing intent.
He panicked slightly, but remembering the numerous experts around him, he straightened up. "Demon! Do you think you can escape from here alive?"
He spoke the most domineering words, yet he still habitually took a small step back. If a fight broke out, he couldn't be too close, or the Witch might target him specifically.
"I'll send you away," Zhao Zhenle said. For the first time, she felt regret. She regretted coming to Lin Fan. If she hadn't, none of this would have happened. She had killed so many people over the years that her heart had long grown numb. She wouldn't be shaken by anything. Yet, her current situation caused a flicker of hesitation.
"Huh?" Lin Fan asked curiously. "Why send me away? Do they have a problem with you? It's fine, I'll help you resolve it. There's no conflict that can't be resolved. Trust me."
Just as Zhao Zhenle was about to say something, Lin Fan smiled, his eyes conveying a sense of reassurance. Trust me, stay put, and I'll handle it. Such a look was comforting.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood in front of Zhao Zhenle. To Zhenle, his figure seemed tall and imposing, providing an indescribable sense of security.
"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Fan." He greeted everyone with a smile.
Friendly communication always starts with politeness. He believed he was doing a good job. Perhaps they were all unfamiliar with each other, but that wasn't a problem. He believed he could resolve this matter.
The Divine Monk performed a Buddhist salute, acknowledging Lin Fan's greeting.
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction. A good start. Someone responded.
"She's my friend. Do you have any conflicts with her?" Lin Fan asked.
Immediately, the surroundings became noisy. Everyone shouted in unison, "She's a demon!"
"Yes, the first demon in a thousand years! Cruel and heartless, devoid of humanity!"
If they were alone, they wouldn't dare to shout at Zhao Zhenle even if they had ten times the courage. But take a closer look...who were these people around them?
The Divine Monk of Dajue Temple. Profound in Buddhist Dharma, a living Buddha, his strength unfathomable.
And this one...a Demonic Dao Grandmaster. Weren't they all Earthly Immortals, with heaven-shaking abilities, figures they all admired?
And this mysterious Qin Ge, even the Divine Monk felt inferior to him. He was an existence even more powerful than an Earthly Immortal, not to mention other hidden experts who hadn't revealed themselves.
Zhao Zhenle's face darkened. She didn't care what others said about her, but she couldn't tolerate them portraying her like this in front of Lin Fan.
Her heart stirred. Killing intent surged. Indeed, Zhao Zhenle's killer instinct was too strong.
Lin Fan smiled and reassured her, "It's okay. I never change my mind about my friends easily. Do you have your own reasons for what you've done?"
"I was once in a place with many good people. One of them told me that no matter what I do, I should have my own reasons. As long as I understand myself, I won't have regrets."
"I can sense the heavy scent of blood on you. You've killed many people, but I won't hold any prejudice against you."
"Promise me, you won't hurt anyone anymore, okay?"
Zhao Zhenle and Lin Fan's eyes met.
In Lin Fan's eyes, she saw care and concern.
"Okay," Zhao Zhenle nodded. She had indeed killed many people, but she hadn't expected Lin Fan to refrain from questioning her further.
Lin Fan said, "You see? She won't hurt anyone anymore. Let's all go. I can treat you all to a meal sometime." He smiled and waved at the crowd.
He didn't know that...because of his words, everyone present was staring at him in a daze.
Soon, someone erupted in fury. "Are you mocking us?"
"You bastard! How can you let such a demon go so easily? This kid is clearly insane. Everyone, what are we waiting for? Attack and eliminate the demon!"
The Divine Monk shook his head in disappointment. Lin Fan had disappointed him.
"Benefactor, are you still so stubborn?" This was directed at Lin Fan.
Unable to distinguish between good and evil, what use were his eyes? A slightly deeper understanding, a heartfelt perception. But the Divine Monk didn't have such high expectations for Lin Fan; after all, not everyone could achieve enlightenment.
The smile on Lin Fan's face gradually faded. He calmly said, "Do you still want to hurt my friend?"
"Benefactor, do you know what she has done?" the Divine Monk asked. At this point, heaven and earth wouldn't tolerate it, and no one could accept it.
"It doesn't matter," Lin Fan replied.
The Divine Monk said, "Then this old monk will tell you what Benefactor Zhao has done. Then you can decide who is right and wrong, and whether she should pay the price for her actions."
This Divine Monk was still reasonable, not resorting to violence directly. If it were someone else, they wouldn't even bother with Lin Fan and would have ordered an attack immediately. Just do it, why bother with so much talk?
Zhao Zhenle's expression changed drastically. "Shut up!"
She could let anyone know what she had done, but the one person she didn't want to know...was Lin Fan.
She hoped to remain in his eyes as she was years ago.
The experts surrounding Zhao Zhenle exchanged glances, then began to murmur.
"The Witch has lost her composure. Do you think this kid is her lover?"
"Really? The Witch can have feelings? She killed her father and brother without hesitation."
"I think I understand why he's here."
"Me too."
"I bet the Nine Nether Divine Scripture is with this kid. During the fight, we'll find a way to capture him."
"Good."
At this moment, Lin Fan saw Zhao Zhenle trembling, her eyes becoming sharp and fierce, her gaze towards them like a bloodthirsty beast, filled with the urge to kill them all.
The Divine Monk wouldn't be silenced by Zhao Zhenle's interruption. If you've done something, are you afraid of others knowing?
"Don't say it," Lin Fan said, his heart aching for his friend. He asked the Divine Monk to stop; he wasn't interested in these matters anymore.
But the Divine Monk continued to speak slowly.
For Zhao Zhenle, it was like being stripped naked and thrown in front of Lin Fan, humiliated and ashamed. The feeling of having her secrets exposed was driving her to the brink of collapse.
The surrounding people watched Zhao Zhenle with amusement. They noticed her emotional turmoil.
Pre-battle anxiety, definitely a performance error, that was what they thought.
"Don't say it," Lin Fan said gently.
Still, no one heeded him.
Gradually, Lin Fan's expression turned serious, clearly angered.
"Shut up!"
Boom!
Thunder rumbled in the sky, a muffled sound that made everyone's hearts clench, as if an ancient bell had exploded beside their ears.
The Divine Monk fell silent, staring at Lin Fan in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
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