Chapter 954: Does Night Island Master Drink

After getting up.

He earnestly grabbed the wrists of several elders.

"Can you push harder and create a toxin space potent enough to kill a Half-Saint?" Yi Feng solemnly said, "I just want to dedicate my life here."

Seeing this.

A group of poison masters were moved to tears.

Look.

What a level of dedication!

"Hero Yi, your righteousness makes us want to fulfill your great wish to sacrifice yourself for humanity, but after all, you are a Half-Saint."

"As a Half-Saint, you should understand better than us how terrifying your level is. We are truly powerless."

Everyone looked ashamed.

And Yi Feng felt utterly hopeless...

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

After days of seclusion, Yi Feng had packed his bags, waiting for the ship arranged by the Heavenly Poison Island to take him off the island tomorrow.

Under the starry sky.

At the peak of Heavenly Poison, Night Owl, clad in a black robe, stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at a crescent moon in the distance.

On her delicate face.

She wore a look of hesitation and conflict.

After a long, long time, she finally gritted her teeth and soared into the air.

Soon, she arrived outside Yi Feng's courtyard.

With a wave of her hand, a letter pierced through space and flew, embedding itself into the courtyard gate.

Night Owl then quickly disappeared.

"Hmph."

"Daring to order me around, and even asking for a midnight snack, aren't you afraid of bursting?"

"Half-Saint, so what?"

"My little Night Owl is also a Half-Saint, and even a Half-Saint that Saints fear. Once we're officially together, I'll make you kneel and lick my feet."

Zhang Zhishan carried a vegetable basket, muttering curses.

Just as he was about to push open the courtyard gate, he saw a white letter stuck in it.

He looked left and right, seeing no one else, and couldn't help but take the letter and open it to read.

At a glance, Zhang Zhishan was shocked, his face filled with joy.

The letter contained only a dozen or so words.

But they were exceptionally neat and beautiful, clearly written with great care.

The content was as follows.

"Sir, if you have time, please come to the east coast for a gathering—Night Owl."

"Hahaha."

"My little darling finally couldn't hold back and asked me out."

"And at the quiet seaside at night, how thrilling..."

Zhang Zhishan was full of pride, his hands behind his back, slightly raising his head.

The night breeze blew, his white robe fluttering.

With his hair gently swaying, Zhang Zhishan felt exceptionally handsome.

In this scene, he couldn't help but recite a poem.

"The moon is exceptionally beautiful."

"The breeze is just right."

"A talented man matches a beauty."

"Outdoors is truly thrilling."

"Ah!"

After reciting this nonsensical poem, Zhang Zhishan showed a satisfied expression, reveling in it.

At that moment, Yi Feng, who had heard the earlier commotion, also came out.

"What was that noise just now?" Yi Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing."

Zhang Zhishan quickly put away the letter, lowering his head to respond. Though he cursed in his heart, Yi Feng was still a Half-Saint, so he knew he had to maintain some decorum.

"Oh." Yi Feng nodded, then saw the letter in Zhang Zhishan's hand and couldn't help but ask, "What about this letter?"

Yi Feng's question made Zhang Zhishan's mouth twitch, thinking: What does this letter have to do with you?

But on the surface, he explained, "This letter is mine."

"Oh."

Seeing this, Yi Feng nodded again, picked up the midnight snack from the ground, and turned to leave.

Watching Yi Feng's retreating figure, Zhang Zhishan sneered disdainfully.

The next moment.

He dashed like a mad dog towards the east coast.

When he arrived at the east coast, he indeed saw the graceful figure under the moonlight.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly slowed down from his rapid pace.

He smoothed his hair, shook out his white robe, transforming into a dashing gentleman, hands behind his back, walking gently towards the figure.

Night Owl stood with her back to him.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, her heart tightened, filled with anxiety.

"Sir, have you come?"

She tried to keep her tone calm, softly asking.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhishan's eyebrows raised.

Indeed, this woman loves me deeply.

But as a seasoned player in love, he naturally knew that at this moment, less talk was better. Just slowly approach her, a look, a gesture would suffice.

So, he simply gave a faint "Hmm."

Night Owl, in her extreme nervousness, didn't notice anything unusual, her heart pounding like crazy.

Yi Feng's appearance and his approach were like a flame, melting her long-frozen iceberg.

She killed without hesitation, treating life as a joke, but that didn't mean she lacked emotions.

Having lacked affection since childhood, she yearned for it more than anyone else.

She didn't know how to act, nor did she understand the intricacies of love, only following her heart, being straightforward.

Like that day in the room when Yi Feng made that request.

For a normal person, it would have been a life-and-death matter, at the very least, they wouldn't have given him a good look.

But for her, it wasn't.

She felt willing, so she was willing.

Learning that Yi Feng was leaving tomorrow, she, who even Saints feared, felt terrified and lost.

Perhaps if a Saint came to kill her tomorrow, she wouldn't feel this way.

It felt like something she had finally obtained was about to be lost.

She didn't want to lose it.

She thought she should write a letter, inviting him for a chat.

So.

She wrote it.

She took a deep breath, unreservedly speaking her true feelings, "Sir, do you know, since the first day we met, you have been on my mind."

After saying this.

Her face turned red, but speaking it out felt incredibly relieving.

But Zhang Zhishan was stunned.

Am I really that charming?

The first meeting made Night Owl unable to forget me.

But at our first meeting, we didn't even speak, and there were many, many people present.

"Sir, could you stay tomorrow?"

Since she had already spoken her heart, she decided to voice her greatest wish.

As she spoke, she nervously turned her head.

Night Owl's glance made Zhang Zhishan's spirits lift.

What an exquisite face.

He quickly threw a glance at Night Owl, then assumed what he thought was a graceful posture, showing a loving smile.

But Night Owl's words instantly plunged him into an icy abyss.

"Why is it you?"

"How could it be you?"

Night Owl's tender expression instantly turned into raging fury, the surrounding temperature plummeting, as if winter frost had descended.

Under this aura, the solidified space cracked, making a series of snapping sounds.

And Zhang Zhishan, bearing the brunt of this pressure, felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him, his legs sinking into the ground.

"I, it's me."

"Didn't you call me here?"

Zhang Zhishan was utterly confused, under Night Owl's aura, he was so scared he almost wet himself, stammering in response.

"When did I call you here?"

Night Owl teleported closer to Zhang Zhishan, her icy, bloodless hand gripping his neck, slowly lifting him up.

"Why... is it... you?"

At this moment, Night Owl's eyes turned blood-red, black mist visibly spreading from her neck, a surge of toxic fog rising, her entire being as if demonized, each word dripping with icy coldness.

"Night... Night Owl, didn't you send me a letter, asking me to come here for a gathering?"

Zhang Zhishan, tears and snot streaming down his face, stammered, "You called me, so I came!"

"When did I send you a letter?"

The icy voice came from Night Owl's mouth, her freezing hand tightening even more.

Crack.

Under the immense force, Zhang Zhishan's neck made cracking sounds, his eyes bulging, his face turning red, black blood starting to flow from his seven orifices.

At this moment, Night Owl was beyond furious.

She had been eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Finally mustering the courage to speak her heart.

But instead, it was a worthless playboy she wouldn't even glance at.

"You deserve to be torn to pieces, no one can save you."

A cold voice came out, and visibly, black mist crawled from Night Owl's arm, like countless ants, spreading over Zhang Zhishan's body.

"Ah!"

The moment the black mist touched him, Zhang Zhishan let out a heart-wrenching scream.

At this moment.

He not only suffered immense physical pain.

But his soul and Dao heart were also in agony.

"Why, why isn't it you."

Night Owl didn't even glance at him, tossing him aside like a dead dog, her voice desolate.

"Why isn't it you."

She muttered in a daze, turning away in despair.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind, "Night Island Master, do you drink?"