Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 213: His Hatred

How should he say it? How can he say it?

He had thought about this problem, but had never dared to face it, always forcing himself not to think about it.

Duan Nian killed his closest people, he must die!

Thinking of his mother’s and that person’s gentle smile, and then recalling the way they were swallowed by the flames, he could not let go, no matter what.

Even if Duan Yunxia might never forgive him in the future, or even hate him to the bone, he still had to avenge his mother and that person!

Feng Wuya slightly closed his eyes, wiping away the entanglement and sorrow from his pupils, leaving only endless coldness.

Back then, when he risked his life to save Duan Nian from the hands of bandits, he had no idea of his identity. If he had known, not only would he not have saved him, but he might have mercilessly added a few more strikes!

He hated, hated himself for not knowing Duan Nian’s identity earlier, if he had known, he wouldn’t be suffering such torment now.

The next day, Jinxi Town.

The weather was clear, not a cloud in the sky.

Whether in the restaurant or on the street, people gathered in groups of threes and fives, whispering about the commotion they heard last night.

"Did you hear the sounds of fighting last night? Oh my, it was terrifying!"

"My house is right next to that empty alley, the sounds of fighting and screams were chilling!"

"My wife was curious, opened the window to peek, and saw several shadows flitting over our eaves. At first, she thought they were ghost shadows and was scared into a cold sweat. Later, when she heard sounds of fighting from the empty alley, she realized it was a duel between martial arts experts."

Someone said, "The government people went there this morning, but aside from a few flowers, they saw nothing."

"Flowers?" Someone was curious, "What kind of flowers?"

"It was Manjushaka, it’s rumored that this flower blooms only in the underworld."

Someone frowned and said, "So were those people last night human or ghosts?"

"Don’t you know?" A Jianghu swordsman carrying a sword said, "Have you heard of Haoyue Manor’s manor owner’s Thirteen Shadow Guards?"

"No!" Everyone shook their heads.

"That’s why you don’t know, right?" The Jianghu swordsman said proudly, "Anyway, just know they are all powerful, it’s said that they encountered a peerless expert last night here, eleven were wiped out, and the remaining two escaped injured."

"If even those strong ones were wiped out, how powerful must be the one who destroyed them!"

Everyone sighed at these words.

On the second floor of Shengxiang Restaurant, Xuan Ming closed the window, looking at the people outside with a smile, "It seems the news that Thirteen Shadow Guards lost eleven has already spread."

Everyone turned to look at Duan Yunfei, who remained expressionless and said, "Thirteen Shadow Guards are famous in Jianghu anyway, this news will spread sooner or later, nothing surprising."

"By the way!" Le Zhao asked looking at Duan Yunfei, "The weapon Miss Shen used last night, what exactly was it? How could it have such power?"

Speaking of the handgun incident, Duan Yunfei was also shocked last night.

That thing looked strange, yet its power was so immense!

He looked at Le Zhao and said, "Qinglan said that thing is called a handgun."

"Handgun? Do you know who made it?" Le Zhao asked again.

Duan Yunfei glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "What do you think?"

Le Zhao initially looked bewildered, then his eyes widened, "Could it be, that thing was made by Miss Shen?"

"Hmph!" Duan Yunfei snorted softly, "That’s right."

"How could she think of it?" Le Zhao exclaimed in his heart.

"Have you forgotten?" Xuan Ying said proudly, "Miss Shen is someone blessed by the heavens!"

Le Zhao was initially half-believing and half-doubting this matter, but now suddenly felt he had no choice but to believe.

After all, before last night, not only had he never seen any handgun, he hadn’t even heard of it.