Chapter 240 Are You Willing to Die for Me?

The word "friend" instantly made Wang Cong tremble. His dark heart felt as if it had been completely pierced by a cold knife. His legs went weak, like a pile of mud that had lost its support, and he knelt feebly on Feng Mu's side. At my feet, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't stop crying.

Wang Cong's face was filled with regret. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was intermittent, making it difficult to form a complete sentence:

"Feng Mu, I, I, I..."

Feng Mu was as considerate as ever. He said for Wang Cong:

"I know. You secretly replaced my electric baton, and you even dripped dirt into my rice. I know that."

Wang Cong burst into tears. He raised his head blankly, and his nose and tears flowed back, covering his face.

Feng Mu didn't feel sick at all. He slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the snot and tears from Wang Cong's face.

Feng Mu said warmly: "If you want to climb up, you must first take care of yourself. How could you forget it so quickly, Captain Wang Cong?"

Wang Cong felt the touch and temperature coming from the tissue on his face, and recalled the scene when Feng Mu kindly handed him a face towel when he first met him.

How he wished he could turn back time to that day. If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not...

Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu blankly. He bit his lip with his teeth until it bled. He said hoarsely:

"Feng Mu, thank you for teaching me so much. It's me who's sorry for you. It's me who broke my promise. It's me who betrayed you. I can't take you up with me anymore. You go ahead and don't get your hands dirty. I I’ll set a fire later and burn my dirty body and soul clean.”

Wang Cong took the tissue off his face. There was still some dirt on his face, but his expression was cleaner than ever. He expressed gratitude from the bottom of his heart:

"Thank you for being willing to come and see me before I die. I want to tell you that meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."

Feng Mu wanted to believe that Wang Cong was telling the truth, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Sure enough, a person is cleanest only when he is born and before he dies, but this cannot be entirely blamed on human beings, but because the world is too dirty."

Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint this face into his soul and take him to hell.

Wang Cong suddenly seemed to have thought of something again, and said to Feng Mu eagerly:

"By the way, you must be careful about the warden Qian Huan. He is more insidious and bad than Tian Tao and Chang Wei. He instigated me to betray you. You must never believe the warden's words in the future."

Feng Mu sighed and said: "I know, I know everything, so Captain Wang Cong should stop saying these unpleasant things."

Wang Cong was stunned and didn't understand what Feng Mu meant. He was ready to die. What else could he say if he didn't say this?

Feng Mu said seriously: "Don't cry, because I don't believe in tears. Tears are the cheapest reward in the world; don't repent, because I don't accept it, it's worthless to me."

Wang Cong opened his mouth, and then heard Feng Mu continue to say warmly in his ear:

"If you want to repay me, you should not use your own tears, but use the blood of your enemies to pave the way up for me."

"If you want to alleviate the sins in your heart, you should not just kneel at my feet and repent, but you should take off the heads of your enemies and pile them at my feet."

"Captain Wang Cong, what do you think?"

Wang Cong blinked his eyes gently, his eyes full of disbelief. He looked at Feng Mu, and the sparks of hope gradually flickered in the depths of his pupils. It was a dazzling hope and desire that could almost brighten the darkness. .

He swallowed hard and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have betrayed you like that, are you... still willing to trust me again?"

Feng Mu's understanding of loyalty and betrayal is different from ordinary people. In the eyes of most people, loyalty is absolute and betrayal is unforgivable.

Most people may be more willing to believe in someone who is clean and has no stain of betrayal on their body.

Feng Mu is different. He believes that those who have never betrayed are just because they have never faced real temptation. Once temptation comes, these people may be more likely to succumb to temptation and betray.

But those who have betrayed once are different. They have swallowed candy, and if they pay a heavy price for it again, they will be less likely to betray next time.

Wang Cong is this kind of person.

He ate the candy given by the warden. He didn't even count it as eating, but he had already paid a price that he would never want to think about again in his life.

Feng Mu is a kind man, and he is willing to give everyone who wakes up a chance to return from their lost ways.

So, he said to Wang Cong: "If you are alive, I may not be able to believe it completely, but if you are dead, I am willing to believe you again!"

Wang Cong's mind went blank. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing: "What?"

Feng Mu stood up from the sofa, half-crouched in front of Wang Cong, looked at Wang Cong's level with a calm and polite face, and said warmly: "What I mean is, are you willing to die for me?"

Wang Cong still didn't quite understand what Feng Mu meant, but he still nodded and said sincerely: "I do."

Poof!

Wang Cong turned his neck stiffly, lowered his head, and saw that Feng Mu was holding a warm heart in his hand, beating and nourishing blood.

When he looked down, he saw a bloody hole on his chest. He raised his head woodenly and looked at Feng Mu with blurred vision. There was no resentment in his eyes, only a deep sense of relief.

His body fell forward weakly, and his head hit Feng Mu's shoulder, as if seeking consolation at the end of his life. He used up the last bit of strength in his body to breathe his last breath in Feng Mu's ear:

"It's great, my heart is not all black, it has been dyed red by you again!"

Feng Mu patted Wang Cong's back gently, picked up his body, and slowly laid it flat on the sofa. He looked at it not as if he was looking at a dead person, but more like looking at a sleeping friend.

Feng Mu lowered his head, clenched his five fingers lightly, and the heart in his hand burst open. Then, his palm trembled, and the pores on his palm suddenly came alive, greedily sucking the blood on the surface clean.

Feng Mu stretched out a finger bone calmly and aimed it at the hole in Wang Cong's chest.

On the fingertips, a sticky drop of blood slowly seeped out from the gap between the nails, and then fell straight down and fell into Wang Cong's chest.

Ding Dong!

Like a drop of ink dripping into the dry earth, accompanied by a rapid sound of plop, plop, a dark and cold heart was visible to the naked eye, wriggling, deforming, and growing...