The One Hundred and Fortieth Chapter Two Heroes' Fury (5)

After moving the place, Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan were taken to the inner hall. It is not difficult to see that the place was carefully set up. There must be some program. They both thought about it long before they came. It is good to say Feng Qinghan, which Zhao Ziheng thought of. It is impossible for the phantom to do nothing, but as long as he does not exceed his bottom line, he may accept it.

In fact, there is nothing special about the inner hall. The reason it is said to have been carefully arranged is because the stage in the center of the inner hall is quite eye-catching. When it comes to the stage, it is naturally reminiscent of a dancer. No one knows Yinyin when it comes to dancers. Since Yinyin has fallen into the hands of the phantom and has such a stage, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of show there will be. Of course, as Zhao Ziheng thought, as long as it does not exceed the acceptable bottom line, it does not matter; After the banquet began, only ordinary dancers appeared on stage, so Zhao Ziheng didn't care.

Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng’s ideas are similar. As long as they don’t cross the bottom line, it’s okay. He never thought that Yinyin would be unscathed in the hands of the phantom, nor would he believe that the phantom would not do anything. He can't guarantee that he will be too out of the ordinary, he can only take one step and count one step, but...the wind and cold meowed to Zhao Ziheng who was sitting opposite, and happened to receive Zhao Ziheng's gaze again. Once it resonated, Feng Qinghan looked back and smiled.

  Sure enough, have you noticed it? Feng Qinghan thought to himself, and at the same time subconsciously raised the wine glass in front of him, but suddenly put it down when he put it to his mouth to take a sip.

  Feng Qinghan's move was seen by the phantom, she said: "What? Wine is not to your appetite?"

  Feng Qinghan smiled and said, "It's not that it doesn't suit my appetite, but I have quit this thing a long time ago. You should have known it already, right?"

  The Phantom was startled when she heard this. She did know it, but she seemed to have forgotten it. When she was reminded, she realized that the reason was still so hateful.

   Just when the phantom was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, Feng Qinghan continued: "Drinking hurts the body, I remember what she said."

If the previous sentence was only meant for the Phantom, then this sentence obviously brought an overtone. Zhao Ziheng put down the wine glass in his hand and cast his gaze towards Feng Qinghan. Obviously he had understood the meaning, and the so-called "she" did not speak. And Yu also knows who he is talking about; as for the phantom, she gritted her teeth with hatred when she saw Feng Qinghan’s face when she was immersed in past memories. Everyone around Feng Qinghan knew that in the past. Wine and women are the two most indispensable things in Feng Qinghan's life, but Feng Qinghan completely abstained from these two for the same person.

  Forcibly resisting the anger in his heart, the phantom said: "It's just that today is a special feast for you, and it's the last time. Even so, don't you appreciate your face?"

Feng Qinghan smiled and did not answer. Although he did not answer, his expression already gave the answer. Only when he cared about a person to such a degree...Zhao Ziheng knew the meaning of this very well, and he had no idea about it. Any reaction seems to have been prepared in mind.

  Look at Feng Qinghan, and then at Zhao Ziheng. The Phantom does not believe that Zhao Ziheng will not understand Feng Qinghan, but if he really understands why his attitude can be so calm? However, in the face of the cold wind, the phantom cannot cope with it easily. Now there is another Zhao Ziheng. Although the appearance of Zhao Ziheng will not affect his plan, it still seems to be unknown now, because the appearance of Zhao Ziheng has always been out of her. Unexpectedly; even if I can’t understand Feng Qinghan so far, at least the time spent with him is constant. It can be predicted how much Zhao Ziheng’s performance will be, but what will happen is what will happen. Now I can only take a step and look at it. .

Since Feng Qinghan didn’t drink, the Evangelion had to ask him to change him into tea. Feng Qinghan was able to drink freely. He didn’t know what the Evangelion had planned. It didn’t matter to him anyway. Soldiers came to cover the water. After all, he was prepared for the rain. Not his style.

Look at Zhao Ziheng. Compared with Feng Qinghan, he is more unrestrained. He is completely a guest. He pours himself and drinks without hesitation. No matter whether it is poisonous or not, even if it is there, I am afraid it does not matter to him now; If Feng Qinghan is not afraid of poison because he has'Hundred Flowers Yulu', then what about Zhao Ziheng? It's not that Zhao Ziheng really doesn't care about it, but that this kind of care is meaningless at this time. What is the difference between poisoning or not for a dying person? It's just one step to die early or late. Of course, even if you want to die, Zhao Ziheng will have to make sure that Yinyin is safe and save her.

The banquet for the three people is still going on. The Phantom and Feng Qinghan are chatting together. It is not so much a Hongmen banquet, but rather a reminiscence. Occasionally, the Phantom will bring up some topics to Zhao Ziheng, and Zhao Ziheng does not hide and speak out; Does Feng Qinghan really want to kill the phantom? It can't be seen at all on the surface, but no one will think about this problem at this time. Feng Qinghan can't, Zhao Ziheng's can't, the Phantom...Perhaps she has always remembered it.

  At the end of the banquet, after all, there is always a banquet in the world, even for three people.

  The phantom lightly opened her lips and said: "It's almost there. In order to satisfy the two of you and hope that they will have fun, I specially arranged a show."

  As soon as these words came out, Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng stopped their movements before and after, and then turned their eyes to the phantom. The time to come will finally come...