"Hungry, aren't you?"

The sound of not light or heavy came into Ye Qingyi's ears, briefly stopping her gradually collapsing emotions, she blinked, trying her best to clear the fog in front of her, so that she could see the person in front of her clearly.

"You've slept for a long time, there's only porridge here, I'm afraid I'm going to wronged you."

Chang Jue's faint words not only did not appease Ye Qingyi, but made her feel even more uneasy and panicked.

"I don't want to drink."

The woman's trembling voice came, Chang Jue closed her eyes, and said with a smile: "Afraid that I will be poisoned?" ”

Ye Qingyi hesitated and shook her head, if Changjue wanted to kill her, why use such a troublesome method of poisoning, but she always felt that Changjue's meaning was a little dangerous.

"If you are not afraid, then drink it, lest you go hungry."

Chang Jue scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it on the edge of the bowl to dry, Ye Qingyi looked at his thoughtful movements, and was a little stunned for a while.

"Drink!"

The spoonful of porridge still didn't fall into Ye Qingyi's mouth in the end, she shook her head, her movements were very light, and she didn't hit the spoon.

"Long Recipe ......"

Ye Qingyi looked at him directly, but it didn't seem like he was looking at him, more like looking at the shadow of the past through the figure in front of him.

"Changjue, why didn't you kill me?"

Chang Jue chuckled when he heard this, he didn't rush to answer, just put the spoon against her mouth, and the meaning was self-evident.

Ye Qingyi pursed her lips, but still opened her mouth to drink, not noticing the gentleness in Changjue's eyes.

"Killing you won't do me any good."

Changjue replied lightly, and then continued to repeat the action just now, his movements changed from slow to smooth, as if he had gained experience.

"Then why did you kill An Chunyi?"

An Chunyi is not a person from Huangyue, and there is no threat to them, why did Changjue kill him?

The spoon beside his mouth paused slightly, and Ye Qingyi subconsciously trembled his eyelashes, quietly waiting for his answer.

"Didn't I say that?"

Chang Jue fed the porridge a little toughly, and then took the Jinpa on the side and wiped the water stains at the corners of her mouth for her.

Stiff and weird.

"He said something I didn't like."

As soon as Changjue's words fell, Ye Qingyi smiled, and it was still Changjue's familiar smile, but it was back to the beginning, a little cold and alienated.

"How many things have I said to upset you since we met, why didn't you kill me?"

Changjue's fingertips trembled, and the brocade that was against Ye Qingyi's lips suddenly wrinkled, sensing his overreaction, Ye Qingyi frowned slightly.

"Why didn't I kill you?"

Changjue withdrew his hand, put the small bowl that was only half left back on the cabinet, and then looked at her flatly, neither cold nor gentle.

"You're right, we used to be friends."

He was a little reluctant to kill her, feeling that if he killed her ruthlessly, he might regret it.

If killing her is useless, why do something that you might regret?

"Yes, we used to be friends."

Ye Qingyi didn't tell Changjue, except for Chu'er and Fuyin, she has never had friends.

The regret and sadness between her eyebrows and eyes were fleeting, and they disappeared so quickly that Changjue was a little in a trance.

"And when are you going to let me go?"

Chang Jue retracted his thoughts, and he stood up and met the woman's stubborn and detached eyes.

"I don't know."

Perhaps when he fails in his mission and dies at the hands of someone else, she will be free and never be in danger again.

From then on, in her beautiful and quiet life, there will never be an executioner called "Changjue". The latest chapter of "The Treasure Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.