At first, Lu Feng had only meant to bluff her. To keep himself from giving anything away, he kept telling himself, This is the truth. This is the truth. Without realizing it, he had even begun to believe it himself, at least for the moment, and his voice grew impassioned.
"Don't you know how badly you were injured? I don't know a damn thing about medicine, so I could only try every method I could think of. You were so badly hurt you couldn't even swallow anything yourself. What else was I supposed to do?"
"If I'd really had any intentions, would you still be standing here as flawless as an unblemished jade? You'd have been my woman long ago! I did nothing, yet somehow I ended up covered in filth. No good deed goes unpunished. If I'd known, I wouldn't have saved you."
Having said his piece, Lu Feng lifted his head and puffed out his chest in righteous indignation, looking as though he would face death without flinching. Come on, then. Even if you kill me, I'll never tell you it was because my little brother failed to rise to the occasion.
If bluffing counted as a cultivation technique, then with Lu Feng going all out, if he claimed second place, probably only Sun Jiuyang could
claim first. This impassioned speech, half truth and half lies, actually managed to fool Gu Xijue.
She still had hazy memories of many things, and she knew how severe her injuries had been. Without her family's divine art, she would have died long ago. Although many of the things Lu Feng had done had made no decisive difference, it was just as he said: he really had exhausted every means, escaping here after narrowly surviving death.
Whatever he had done, he had