Feng Wu had lured all the flying swords away on her own! Was she such a selfless person?
Dugu Yamo felt a little guilty.
She had accused Feng Wu of being heartless and selfish, but as it turned out, Feng Wu had chosen to use such an extreme method to protect them.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t actually expect you to save us. I was just venting my anger on you, Feng Wu…”
While everyone was digesting the news that Feng Wu had died for them —
“Hey, why are all of you crying?”
Feng Wu showed up and greeted them with a smile.
“What?”
“Feng Wu?”
“You’re still alive!”
“Are you not dead?”
“I thought you were dead!”
“Xiao Wu!!!”
Feng Xun was the most excited of them all. He wrapped his arms around Feng Wu and burst into tears, crying so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe. “Xiao Wu, you’re still alive! Xiao Wu, I’m so happy!!!”
He jumped around and yelled incoherently, and was nothing like the noble young lord he was supposed to be.
Feng Wu patted him on the head and looked confused. “Why would I be dead? Why did you all think that I died? Do I seem so useless to you?”
“But didn’t you die for us just then?” Feng Xun started complaining before he wiped away his tears. “You silly girl! Who told you to do such a thing? You’re never doing that again!”
Feng Wu was speechless. Why did they think that she would die for them? She cherished her own life very much, alright?
“Wait. Where did the flying swords go?” Dugu Yamo was the first to realize that something wasn’t right.
Soon, the others realized it as well.
As they spoke, there were no daggers flying around in the air. What was going on?
“Hey, they’re there! Look! They’re on the wall!” Feng Sang shouted.
Whoosh —
Immediately, all eyes were on the wall.
The shiny blades looked like they were glued to the wall and were making rumbling sounds as they tried to break free, but an invisible force seemed to be holding them in place, rendering their efforts futile.
“Why are all the daggers on the wall? What happened?” Feng Xun asked. “Xiao Wu, did you do that? And what’s that shape? I don’t understand.”
Feng Wu chuckled. Well, that shape.
“It’s what I want to tell the owner of the blades.” Feng Wu gloated.
“How strange. Is that a finger? What does it mean?” Feng Xun was even more curious.
Feng Wu smiled.
She had arranged the daggers into the shape of a middle finger. What did it mean? Well, everyone in her previous life should recognize it right away, but here in this world, only she did.
“It doesn’t matter what it means. The most important thing is that I get to vent my anger.” Feng Wu breathed out.
“Xiao Wu, how did you do it?”
Feng Xun stopped trying to figure out the shape. He was more curious about how Feng Wu had done it.
What he saw was…
