Chapter 1236 — Powerless
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"Remember your promise." Wei Zhao looked at the man, then looked at Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Don't you worry about that. Hurry it up, don't dawdle — be careful I don't change my mind." A bloodthirsty gleam came into the man's eyes. "Don't wait until our second-in-command is out of danger only to find that I've chosen to blow the two of you up together."
Wei Zhao nodded, raised the long knife, and the tip of the blade was aimed exactly at the place where his heart was.
"Wait — let me see a little more clearly." The man gestured for Wei Zhao not to act rashly; he wanted to check whether the spot beneath the blade was indeed the heart.
"I can still tell where my own heart is," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Mm, good, that's the place." The man nodded in satisfaction.
"Mmm —" Feng Xiaoxiao was truly frantic now. She had never imagined that Wei Zhao would really choose suicide.
Why would Wei Zhao do this? No. Absolutely not. She was not worth so much from him. In that instant tears burst from Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes. She was a girl who did not easily weep, yet in this moment the bitterness in her heart was more than she could master, and the tears came.
She was a person who was going to die anyway — how was she worth such a thing from Wei Zhao? And besides, her purpose in being with Wei Zhao from the very beginning had not been pure; she had approached him with thoughts of revenge. She was a person who deserved punishment, and yet she had dragged Wei Zhao down to suffer alongside her.
No. Absolutely not.
But from Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth there came only meaningless sounds — not one complete word could she form.
"What a moving scene." The man looked at Feng Xiaoxiao's grief-stricken face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. "All right, boy, you may begin."
Wei Zhao nodded, raised the long knife, aimed it at his heart, and abruptly drove it in.
The long knife did not pause. It passed through Wei Zhao's chest and emerged from his back — just as the man had said: Wei Zhao had run himself clean through, a chill piercing him from end to end.
No! Feng Xiaoxiao screamed within her heart.
Could this, too, be a stratagem of Wei Zhao's? In her despair Feng Xiaoxiao had to comfort herself: perhaps this was a trick of his, and the instant the blade entered his body he would strike.
But when she saw the long knife pass through Wei Zhao's body, her despair was complete. Wei Zhao had truly done it. He had truly chosen suicide.
What was the use, and what the need?
"Mmm — mmm —" Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to cry out, to stop him, to run over and hold Wei Zhao — but she was powerless, watching with her own eyes as the one she loved took his own life before her for her sake. Feng Xiaoxiao's grief was beyond all enduring.