Chen Fan could only smile bitterly. He had not told them everything about Konan, but she was not a girl he had picked up. Technically speaking, she was still the enemy.
Chen Fan looked at Konan and said, "It seems the seal on your body has been undone. That means Nagato must have met with some misfortune. If you want a chance to collect Nagato's body, then take my advice and go tomorrow. I will not interfere with whatever decision you make, nor do I have the right to. Keeping you alive and safe until now is already the responsibility I was supposed to fulfill."
Hearing Chen Fan speak so harshly, Kurenai pinched his waist in dissatisfaction. How could he say something like that to a girl?
Seeing Chen Fan chatting and laughing with Kurenai, whose belly was swollen with pregnancy, Konan's eyes reddened. It was all Chen Fan's fault. Chen Fan had injured Nagato; otherwise, Nagato would never have lost. Killing intent rose from Konan's body and surged toward Kurenai.
Suddenly, an even colder killing intent shattered Konan's. Chen Fan's icy voice sounded beside her ear. "If you do not even want to collect Nagato's body, then I will grant your wish right now." His voice was so cold that it seemed devoid of human emotion, stirring fear in the depths of one's heart.
Chen Fan's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flames that had yet to truly ignite within Konan. She could not die yet. Chen Fan was not her main enemy. She still had to retrieve Nagato and Yahiko's bodies, and avenge Nagato. If she died here, she would not be reconciled to it. Deep down, she still believed there was a sliver of hope for survival. After all, the caster of this