Ning Chen narrowed his eyes at Kang Baobao's face. She'd made it ugly on purpose, and now her wild laughter turned it hideous.

Ning Chen laughed along with her.

Kang Baobao's laughter faded a little. "What are you laughing at?" she demanded.

Ning Chen said flatly, "You keep saying you want to kill me, so there must be a big grudge between us. Hatred works like this: if you remember it, it's hatred. If you don't remember it, it isn't.

Too bad I don't remember a thing. So to me, you're just two clowns, trapped in your so-called hatred and going crazy all on your own. It's pathetic."

Kang Baobao stopped laughing, because Ning Chen was right.

It's like coming face to face with the man who killed your father. You want to drink his blood and eat his flesh... and he doesn't even remember who you are, or what he did.

Kang Baobao suddenly felt utterly beaten. Her composure was close to cracking.

Ye Xingjue was frantic. "Quit wasting words on him. Hurry up and join the pendants."

He was a man, but his soul was a woman's, cautious and timid by nature... Besides, he couldn't afford not to be careful. If this dragged on much longer, he was going to bleed to death.

He didn't know yet whether dying would send him back. So he didn't dare gamble, and he certainly wasn't going to play games with his own life.

Kang Baobao gave an ugly laugh. "Ning Chen, you're right. Why should you get to forget? Why should you get to live so free and easy?

Since you want to know what's between us, I'll tell you..."

"Enough..." Ye Xingjue suddenly bellowed. "If you keep rambling, I'm going to die."

Ning Chen's sword had gone clean through his foot, and it hadn't stopped bleeding... By now the ground under his feet was stained red.

Kang Baobao turned and looked at Ye Xingjue, her eyes dark.

A chill went through Ye Xingjue. He'd caught the viciousness deep in her eyes.

On the surface Kang Baobao was a delicate, helpless…