PFC Chapter 143 Charm.
Chapter 143 Charm.
"In the end, you will retire to the countryside and live the rest of your life in peace." Song Yu said what was in his heart.
After hearing this, Qing Ling was stunned for a long time before he said, "Are you trying to comfort me?"
Song Yu quickly denied it, saying, "Of course not. It's just that your reputation is too great, and there are too many records of your ending. Most of them say that you retired."
Qingling listened to this statement full of loopholes and did not expose Song Yu any further.
There may be many possible endings for him, but it will definitely not be a smooth life.
He thought that if he had not encountered Song Yu unexpectedly, he might have died in that battle.
This might be the ending he was supposed to have. As smart as he was, how could he not see that Song Yu was comforting him.
Since Song Yu gave him a different ending, let this difference continue to the end.
He casually glanced at the things on the bed and said, "This ending is not bad. It shows that evildoers do not necessarily get evil retribution."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment. He had been with Qing Ling for a long time, so he was inevitably surprised when he learned his true identity.
But, to be honest, it was hard for her to associate the man in front of her with the evil, cruel, brutal and bloodthirsty cult leader in the book.
Because it really doesn't look like it, or maybe Qingling disguised himself too well in front of her.
So when she faced Qingling, she often ignored this issue.
Qingling is kind to her and treats her with a pleasant expression, but this cannot change the fact that he is the biggest villain in the book.
Some of the bad things described about him may be exaggerated, and some may be slanderous, but there are always one or two that are true.
No matter how small the evil is, it is still evil.
People can make mistakes but cannot do evil.
Qingling felt the look in Song Yu's eyes, and after he said that, his expression began to change.
There was confusion, doubt, guilt, and even a bit of innocence in his eyes.
Qingling guessed what Song Yu was thinking after a little thought, but it was an unchangeable fact that he was indeed an evil person.
"Ayu, are you afraid of me?" Qingling asked this question and found it ridiculous.
She had made a promise to Song Yu just a moment ago, but at this moment she was forced to face her own evil.
Who in this world would want to fall in love with a bad person?
Song Yu didn't say anything, nor did she express her opinion. She just looked at Qing Ling. The air seemed to grow thinner. Finally, she spoke, but her answer was a little surprising: "I don't know."
"It's okay, Ayu. You can be afraid of me, hate me, or even dislike me. It doesn't matter." Qingling lowered his voice, like a devil's whisper, coaxing into Song Yu's ear.
The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer for some reason.
"It doesn't matter?" Song Yu repeated Qing Ling's words with a confused look.
"Yes, it doesn't matter. As long as you don't leave, you can miss me however you want." Qingling's hand slowly moved up and stroked Song Yu's cheek.
Song Yu's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she turned her face slightly to the side and rubbed it against Qing Ling's palm.
Seeing this, Qing Ling raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his eyes were full of temptation.
"Ayu, kiss me." Qingling spoke again.
Song Yu felt dizzy. She heard Qing Ling's words clearly and understood her request. She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't help but want to do what Qing Ling said.
The two of them were getting closer and closer, and were about to be intimate with each other. The ambiguous atmosphere was about to fill the entire room.
"Meow!" Song Yu was startled by the sound of a cat's meow, and her mind became clear instantly. She had an incredible expression on her face and pushed Qing Ling away.
The charm on Qingling's face faded slightly, and a bit of disappointment appeared on his face. He looked at the culprit.
He gritted his teeth secretly, knowing that sooner or later he would have to throw this dead cat out.
Song Yu stared at Qing Ling and asked, "What did you just do?"
Qingling looked at Song Yu and his expression became gentle again.
"Ayu, don't you want to learn the art of charm? I was just showing it to you." Qingling showed no shame at all.
After hearing this, Song Yu reacted and his eyes lit up: "Hypnosis! Let's do it again."
She leaned forward, close to Qingling.
Qing Ling said, "You can't come in your current state."
"Ah~" Song Yu was disappointed: "Why?"
"The purpose of charm is to take advantage of the opponent's weakest defense and do it silently. You are energetic now, so it is not easy for you to fall into the trap." Qingling said.
Song Yu understood it immediately. It was indeed similar to hypnosis. If the patient was too wary, it would be difficult for him to be hypnotized.
Seeing Song Yu's disappointment, Qing Ling said, "However, if you have deep skills, these are not limitations. However, if you use them forcefully, it will cause harm to the other party. When the other person wakes up, he may become mentally ill."
"So dangerous." Song Yu was surprised and asked, "Does everyone in the Qingyang Sect know this?"
Qing Ling shook his head and said, "Only the leader knows."
"Then how does Qingluo know it too?" Song Yu asked.
Qing Ling said: "I taught her."
Song Yu looked at Qingling, a flash of confusion in her eyes. She wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start.
Qing Ling met her eyes and took the initiative to explain, "Qing Luo has a brother named Qing Xuan. Back then, the leader of the Qing Yang Cult kidnapped children from everywhere and locked them up together, making them eat and sleep together. After three months, he would let them fight each other. Only the last one standing could survive.
Qingxuan was captured together with me. I remember there were 30 people in total, and we two were standing at the end.
If the fight continues, no one will survive. I have a better chance, but if he doesn't give up, even if I kill him in the end, I'll be ruined.
So..." Qing Ling paused for a moment before continuing, "I killed him without any resistance. He told me that he had a younger sister. After I became the leader's personal disciple, I found Qingluo and brought her to Qingyang Mountain.
I taught her martial arts skills, and later, we conspired to kill the previous leader. I succeeded her, and she became the Saint of the Qingyang Sect."
After listening to this, Song Yu was stunned for a long time before he spoke: "How old were you then?"
Qingling said: "Ten years old."
Song Yu didn't know why, but his heart suddenly felt like it was blocked by a huge rock. He was only ten years old, and he was forced to kill someone with his own hands, and he killed the friend who had eaten and slept with him for three months.
What a devastation that must have been.
Song Yu's eyes were filled with tears, dripping uncontrollably.
Qing Ling raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said, "Ayu, I am just like that. At the age of ten, I was able to kill people without mercy just to survive. I am just that evil."
"No, no." Song Yu wanted to say that he was not a bad person. She wanted to tell Qingling that it was not his fault.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked with sobs.
Qingling stretched out his arms and hugged her, patting her back and comforting her. His A Yu was always so kind.
But he still had to tell Song Yu that he was such a bad person. He would use any means to achieve his goal. In order to keep Song Yu, he didn't mind exposing his ugly side to her.