"Are you thanking me for turning on the air conditioner for you?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"Thank you for everything you have done." Jiang Xinyue said, "I really don't want to kill you anymore. Don't worry, you can continue to live a stable life after we go up tomorrow."
Jiang Zhihao seemed to understand what she meant and said, "I hope you can do the same."
Jiang Xinyue didn't reply, and the recess fell into silence.
Jiang Zhihao said nothing else, because he understood that Jiang Xinyue was not a fool.
She became the fifth-ranked judge in the ruthless organization not only because of her killing skills, but also because she was smart enough.
Such a person does not really need others to give her life advice.
Even if I give it, she may not listen.
If she didn't have enough opinions and a strong self-awareness, she wouldn't be alive now.
Only those who are strong enough can live a long time. This is one of the most important experiences Jiang Zhihao has summed up in his life.
"I'm going to bed, good night." Jiang Zhihao said.
Jiang Chushan didn't know how they were doing down there, so he threw down several sleeping bags and tents, which had good thermal insulation properties.
Jiang Zhihao set up the tent and got into his sleeping bag. The fire was nearby and the ground was hot.
He said he was sleeping, but how could Jiang Zhihao sleep?
After staying in the canyon for nearly two months and almost completely losing contact with the outside world, Tang Zhongwei was probably going crazy.
And these days, Jiang Zhihao not only has to endure the suffering of the cold, but also the life threat brought by Jiang Xinyue.
Today will be the last night he spends here. When the sun rises tomorrow, he will return to that warm and familiar environment. How can he not be excited to see his wife and children again?
In the recess, Jiang Xinyue was not asleep either.
She couldn't see outside, and the thermal curtain blocked all sight, allowing her to be alone in this space quietly.
But for some reason, she always thought of the time when Jiang Zhihao hugged her through the vines.
At that time, she lost her freedom, but felt safer than ever.
Because the man behind her didn't want to kill her, but was using his own life as a bet to make her let go of her hatred in exchange for a better life.
Since her mother's death, Jiang Xinyue has met many men, but no man has any thoughts about her like Jiang Zhihao.
There is no one like Jiang Zhihao who is willing to trade his life for the chance of her turning back.
If such a man had really appeared, maybe Jiang Xinyue would not be like this.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands in the darkness. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel her hands being heavy.
That was the blood of countless people, sprinkled on her hands.
These are a pair of hands that have harvested the lives of many people. How can they not be heavy?
Even though she couldn't see it, Jiang Xinyue could still smell the strong smell of blood coming from her fingers.
"I can't go back..." Jiang Xinyue murmured to herself.
How could she not want to go back to that carefree time, but there was no chance anymore. She had killed too many people, and too many people wanted to kill her.
The only thing she can do is to kill all those who want to kill her!
Only dead people are without any threat!
But what happens after that?
This is a question Jiang Zhihao asked her before. After you kill all your enemies and kill all the people who want to kill you, what happens next?