CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185 IS THERE STILL TRUST IN THE WORLD (4)_1

"Fengfeng, fire the gun. If you kill her, he will be reborn, and your life will once again be your own. You won’t lose your freedom, and you’ll still be the noble Young Master of the Inferno Sect, Zhuge Feng."

Zhuge Ao’s voice rang out once again. As Shangguan You listened to the conversation among them, she suddenly started to understand, yet also felt confused. Did that one sentence she uttered that night bind Zhuge Feng’s fate to hers? Was the evil within Zhuge Feng suppressed because of her? Was Zhuge Ao now trying to make Zhuge Feng revert to his former self?

Zhuge Feng’s arms, which encircled her, involuntarily tightened. The muzzle of the gun in his right hand was aimed at her forehead, his hand trembling gently. Looking at Shangguan You’s pale face and her deep, profound eyes, a piercing pain surged through his heart. Were these past three months the most beautiful, most blissful three months of his life? Was he really about to destroy it all once again with his own hands?

Were these three months simply stolen time? Was he truly meant to return to being the cold and ruthless Zhuge Feng of old?

Zhuge Feng struggled internally, torn. If he killed her, he would be the Young Master, second only to one and above millions. If he didn’t, would he just be the owner of a small restaurant?

"Zhuge Feng, are you really going to kill me?"

Shangguan You raised her eyes, which were filled with deep sorrow and despair. Was there truly no such thing as trust in this world? She sensed a killing intent emanating from Zhuge Feng. The man she had saved had been helpless, trembling, with eyes that inspired pity. The Zhuge Feng before her now was a stranger.

His face was the same; he was the same person, yet now Zhuge Feng was enveloped in a chilling aura, his entire being exuding a potent killing intent. If this Zhuge Feng had been the one she encountered that night, she certainly wouldn’t have saved him; she might have even put a few more bullets in him.

"Shangguan You, I... I..." Zhuge Feng stammered, looking at Shangguan You’s despairing, sorrowful expression. The gun in his hand quivered and, with a CLATTER, fell to the ground. He couldn’t help but step back a few paces.

That night, he had felt the same sorrow, the same despair. He had thought he was going to die, but then, suddenly, she appeared.

Her youthful face, her deep eyes, had suddenly entered his vision, like a ray of sunlight piercing the darkness, illuminating his entire being. Her voice was cold, yet it carried a captivating allure that made him stare at her, dumbfounded.

"I can save you. Will you come with me?"

"Mm," he had answered. He knew he shouldn’t have; his heart was clear that he shouldn’t have consented. Yet, he couldn’t help but agree, binding his fate to hers.

"I won’t hurt you. I’ll cure you; I might even avenge you. But in return, you must be loyal to me. Your life will always belong to me. Do you agree?"

"Think about it carefully. If you agree, you’ll lose your freedom, but you’ll gain everything that everyone in the world desires. And I don’t accept betrayal. I demand one hundred percent loyalty."

"As long as you can avenge me, my life will forever belong to you."

"Alright. Let’s go. Let’s go home."

"Let’s go home." Those words, "go home," warmed his heart once more. He would not regret his choice; his life was hers. He had watched her lips curve into a gentle smile, and he had suddenly felt so content, so happy. "Home"—that was something he thought he’d never have, yet Shangguan You had made him truly feel its warmth, the warmth of a home.

He was willing to die for her, willing to do anything for her.So how could he aim a gun at her now? How could he? As Zhuge Feng looked at her despairing face, sharp pangs of pain shot through his heart. He had hurt her. He had broken her heart.

"My life will forever belong to you. I remember every word you said: you don’t accept betrayal. My own promise, my own oath—how could I ever hurt you?" Zhuge Feng murmured, then pulled her into a tight embrace. The killing intent and the terrifying, icy aura in his eyes vanished completely, and they became clear and moist once more.

"Zhuge Feng," Shangguan You murmured, feeling her eyes moisten. So, there was still trust in this world after all. Perhaps she really could believe in this man, Zhuge Feng.

"I’m sorry. Even if it costs me my life, I will never aim a gun at your forehead again." Zhuge Feng tightened his embrace, then moved to shield her completely behind him, glaring coldly at Zhuge Ao.

"Zhuge Ao, I will not harm her. My life is hers. If you hurt her, you are hurting me—unless I myself allow it."

"Fengfeng, you really won’t kill this woman?" Zhuge Ao’s eyes seemed to radiate a profound, fatherly affection, a dazzling light flickering within them that was hard to look away from.

"If she lives, I live. If she dies, I die. My life will always belong to her. Your hypnotism has no effect on me, so don’t waste your breath," Zhuge Feng retorted, his voice laced with deep hatred and killing intent. He truly despised this man.

"Zhuge Feng! You’d forsake your esteemed position as Young Master to follow a mere woman? Have you thought this through?!" Zhuge Ao roared, the earlier affection in his eyes now completely overwhelmed by a thick, murderous aura.

"Hmph," Zhuge Feng snorted coldly. "To you, the Inferno Sect is everything. For it, you would kill your own wife and children. But I, Zhuge Feng, am not you. I could never do such a thing. Shangguan You saved me when I was at my most helpless, appearing like a ray of sunlight in the darkness. Therefore, I will not kill her. And I will not spare anyone who dares to try."

"Young Master, the Master is only doing this for your own good! Only by killing Shangguan You will you be free and no longer beholden to her. Why can’t you understand his sincere efforts for you?"

"That’s right, Young Master! She’s just one woman. In the future, you can have as many as you desire."

"Why must you oppose the Lord like this? It won’t benefit you in any way."

Shangguan You stood behind Zhuge Feng. Although she couldn’t see Zhuge Ao’s expression, she could easily guess that the old man must be absolutely livid—eyes bulging, nostrils flaring. But was Zhuge Feng really his son?

What if she were to take out Zhuge Feng’s old man and install Zhuge Feng in that "middle-aged patriarch’s" position? How would Zhuge Feng react then? Would he try to kill her?