During the fifth thunder tribulation, Leng Yeling was so battered that he was smashed into a big pit.
Feng Feiling, who was held in his arms, also fell into that pit, but Leng Yeling had been protecting her with all his heart, so she had not suffered much injury.
The two climbed out of the pit. This time, no matter what, Feng Feiling refused to let Leng Yeling face the thunder tribulation alone. After speaking for a long time, Leng Yeling finally agreed.
But in the sixth and seventh thunder tribulation, he still took on most of the force. His whole body was scorched black. He just wanted to bear a little more so that the last two strongest strikes would not injure his Ling’er.
“Brother Leng Yeling, you are so good to me.”
Feng Feiling was held in Leng Yeling’s embrace, looking at him with deep emotion. She could already sense that Leng Yeling’s condition was very bad. He had carried nearly all the tribulation meant for two people by himself.
If his mind slipped into turmoil in the next upcoming moments, he would definitely die under the thunder tribulation.
Feng Feiling narrowed her eyes. Leaning against Leng Yeling’s chest, a smile curved her lips, and her voice took on a strange tone. “Brother Yeling, you are so good to Ling’er. Tell me, how should Ling’er repay you?”
“As long as Ling’er likes me, that is enough. I don’t ask for anything else.”
“Ling’er naturally likes Brother Yeling the most. I like you more than anyone.”
Feng Feiling lifted her head, her smile growing eerie. Even Leng Yeling felt that something was wrong, but he could not believe that at this moment Feng Feiling would do anything to him.
Feng Feiling rose on tiptoe, pressed close to Leng Yeling’s ear, and while using her divine sense to watch the eighth thunder tribulation gathering overhead, she spoke just as the lightning was about to fall. “I want to tell Brother Yeling a secret. I have wanted to tell you for a long time. Today is the day we cross the tribulation. Telling you now will make sure you never forget it.”
Will make sure you die with regret.
“What secret?” Leng Yeling quickly suppressed the unease in his heart and still asked, while preparing to withstand the thunder above.
Feng Feiling’s smile grew prettier and prettier. She still stayed close to Leng Yeling’s ear. “Actually… Brother Yeling, the person who carried you from outside the Leng family to that cave was not me…”
“Ling’er, you are joking!”
“Ling’er, stop joking.”
Feng Feiling wrapped her arms around Leng Yeling’s waist. Seeing his look of disbelief, her heart felt utterly delighted. She went on, “You know that person too. Her name is Tang Guo.”
Leng Yeling’s eyes widened. Impossible.
Feng Feiling lowered her head and smiled. “Tang Guo never stole the sect’s treasure. It was me who used a secret technique to temporarily control her mind. For that, I paid the price of having no progress in my cultivation for three years.”
“And she never tried to harm me. Everything was my scheme. All I wanted was for you to cripple her spiritual root with your own hands.”
“As for why I did all this, Leng Yeling, you can think about it after you survive the last two thunder tribulations.”
After speaking, Feng Feiling pushed Leng Yeling away. In that instant, thunder roared down from the tribulation cloud and struck Leng Yeling.
Leng Yeling stood there, completely unable to react. His mind was a chaotic mess of the things Feng Feiling had just told him. He wanted to ask if it was true. He wanted to say that this must be a lie.
But Feng Feiling was already standing far away. He had been swallowed by the lightning, and there was no chance to ask.
Feng Feiling looked at Leng Yeling being engulfed by the thunder tribulation and started laughing madly, feeling an indescribable satisfaction.
Soon, she would see Leng Yeling’s body turned to charcoal. She wondered, when he died, would he still be wondering how Ling’er could ever deceive him?
So ridiculous.
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