As he spoke, the Paper Figure turned to Chen Feng and said, "Chen Feng, will you protect her?"
"No!"
Chen Feng replied coldly.
"Oh my!"
The Paper Figure lightly stamped its foot and clapped its hands, lowering its head as it spoke.
"Even Chen Feng won't protect you. Then I'm afraid no one in this world will."
"Little girl, do you have any reason to convince him to protect you?"
Faced with the Paper Figure's question, Liu Qingqing pursed her lips and said, "No."
"Chen Feng, she has no reason to convince you. Then do you have a reason to convince yourself?"
The Paper Figure looked at Chen Feng again.
"No."
After hearing their answers, the Paper Figure scratched its head. "Neither of you has a reason. That makes this difficult."
"How about this? I'll give you a reason!"
The Paper Figure's expression turned solemn.
"Chen Feng, what I'm having her do now is absolutely a good deed that will benefit all living beings."
"By doing this, she can also be said to have laid down the butcher knife."
"Do you think someone like that deserves to die?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng pursed his lips. "It is naturally a good thing if she is willing to abandon darkness and turn toward the light. I am willing to give everything I have to help her."
"But after it is done, whether she lives or dies will have nothing to do with me."
"Very good. Your grudges are clearly drawn—there's a touch of a great hero's bearing in you."
"Then let me ask you again. Do you think she deserves to die?"
Faced with this question, Chen Feng fell silent for once.
Seeing this, the Paper Figure asked in confusion, "Why aren't you speaking? Is it because you didn't understand?"
"It's fine.