Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 250 Confrontation

"Da da da......"

The prison tower was undoubtedly quiet. The faint chirping of insects and the rustling of wind could make his heart tremble. The sharp wind passed through the hall, mixed with the sound of footsteps, as if passing through his heart.

Duan Jiashu slowly leaned against the railing and sat down, tilting his head slightly. In the faint light of the luminous stone, he saw a shadow getting longer and longer, swaying, and gradually getting darker - it seemed to be coming towards this side.

The rhythmic footsteps seemed to connect his pulse, causing his heart to beat violently. An irritable but expectant emotion filled his whole body, and his senses seemed to become anxious and sticky...

Who could it be? Duan Jiashu stared at the corner unconsciously. Perhaps he himself did not realize how stubborn and expectant his gaze was at this moment, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, stretching his arms, hoping that someone on the shore would see him.

Suddenly, in the flickering light and shadow, a clear yet hazy face appeared. The shadow at the corner outlined the contour of its face, and even its eyebrows and eyes became softer.

His narrow and long eyes revealed a lowered gaze, and the shadows of varying depths on his body made his facial features blend into the sparse light, giving him an unreal sense of handsomeness.

The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly.

For a moment, Duan Jiashu felt a little dazed. The sounds of his breathing seemed to flow into his blood vessels, making his whole body boil and echoing in his body for several times.

He seemed to be strangled by the throat and could not utter a sound.

"elder brother."

When the young man saw Duan Jiashu, he called out to him hurriedly. His voice was clear and crisp, with a slightly rising tone. He was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes seemed to brighten a little.

Duan Jiashu had thought about Wu Feipeng's attitude towards him, although the background of his imagination was not here, but he felt that the emotions were nothing more than hatred, disappointment, regret... either fierce or depressed, but he never thought that it would be... enthusiasm, joy - as soon as they appeared, they showed a joyful attitude that wanted to fill his chest.

He should be happy, but Duan Jiashu had an indescribable feeling. He pursed his lips, turned his head away, and acted as if he didn't want to pay attention to the other person.

The slightly trembling eyelashes are a cover-up for the turbulent inner world - there are many things that are hard to describe.

Wu Feipeng was not surprised by Duan Jiashu's posture. He scratched the back of his head to hide his momentary helplessness, lowered himself along the railing, squatted next to Duan Jiashu, moved closer, and stared at him eagerly. Even if he turned his head away, Duan Jiashu could still feel the strong presence of his gaze.

Duan Jiashu couldn't stand him like this, and finally gave him a look: "...What can I do for you?"

"Why is Brother Duan so indifferent when he is in jail?"

Wu Feipeng supported himself on his knees, propped up his chin and just stared at Duan Jiashu. His tone contained a little complaint and playful grievance, but it was also full of vitality.

He was as dazzling as a red sun, and was out of tune with the dim light, the narrow corridor and the damp and cold prison walls.

But it is very dazzling.

Burned by the other party's sincere and passionate eyes, Duan Jiashu avoided his gaze a little uncomfortably.

"Now that I am like this, you are not shy about coming to see me... If you feel that I have been wronged, there is no need to ask too many questions. To tell you the truth, I am a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator lurking here."

But unexpectedly, Wu Feipeng laughed out loud.

"You are a spy, and it's not a secret... Also, this is approved by my senior brother. I am here to express my condolences to you on behalf of the Discipline Hall."

Wu Feipeng shook the token in his hand, and the three words "Lu Wen Sheng" were clearly visible on it.

Duan Jiashu was a little annoyed. He felt uneasy about receiving sudden kindness, and even had a feeling of deserving it.

He deliberately said in an angry tone: "Wu Feipeng, don't you understand what I'm saying? Stop being so hypocritical. You can't get any information out of me."

Duan Jiashu felt a little regretful after he finished speaking. He didn't actually want to say that. In fact, he wanted to tell them about Xuanyin Sect's plan. In fact... he wanted to say a lot of things.

It’s just, it’s just, he can’t hide his usual disguise anymore, he is just that kind of person, yes, that kind of person...Now that his true nature is exposed, Wu Feipeng will be frightened by his terrifying appearance, right?

Duan Jiashu's avoidance was a subconscious defense and a display of coldness - this was taught to him in the environment of Xuanyin Sect and was engraved in his bones.

After blurting out the words, his thoughts were flying, but Duan Jiashu unconsciously stared at Wu Feipeng, eager to observe every subtle change in his expression, as if he was waiting for judgment.

Should I reprimand him for his unkind evasion, blame him for his ungrateful refusal, or scold him for his unmoved silence?

Duan Jiashu didn't know. He had experienced all these results and it was okay to say that he was used to it, but he didn't dare to look at Wu Feipeng making this gesture.

Even a heart that is as strong as a copper wall can still hurt...

"I'm sorry, bro...did I say something to upset you?"

Unexpectedly, the boy's tone was filled with helplessness, his lazy movements became restrained, and he even glanced at him cautiously, which was different from any scenario he had imagined.

The stone that was thrown out for venting unexpectedly received a response of love.

The feedback he got was not negative, which made Duan Jiashu feel a little helpless. He just felt as if his face was burning, hot and itchy. He held it in for a while, and under the other party's worried gaze, he spoke with a slight stammer.

"...No, no." was his question.

Wu Feipeng thought about what words had made the other party unhappy, racked his brains, and even apologized sincerely.

"Are you joking about Brother Duan being cold and indifferent? I shouldn't tease you on purpose..." But that indifferent look made him feel itchy.

Duan Jiashu: “???” Are you really making fun of him?

Moreover, this attitude is not sincere, and it seems that the person is committing a crime knowingly.

"but--"

Wu Feipeng smiled brightly.

"Brother, the way you cursed me just now was also very cute."

The person being insulted not only does not feel sad, but feels happy instead.

Duan Jiashu just felt his face flushed, and the feeling that had been brewing before was washed away, and he gritted his teeth.

"Shut up!"

This gave him a sense of flirting with the other person, which made him feel inexplicably creepy.

Duan Jiashu snorted, unwilling to pay attention to him. He tilted his head back, leaned against the damp and cold wall, glanced at the window, and his thoughts drifted away...

If he could lie high up on the window and look down, he would definitely be able to see the lights at the foot of the distant mountain. It's a pity that none of the thousands of lights are his.

He seemed to be trapped in a snowfall of the past, cold and indifferent, not daring to look forward to spring.