What a coincidence, what a coincidence. It was as if fate had determined that Luo Jiujiang would not survive.
It's a real example of fate playing tricks on people.
Xie Chuncan turned his head in a stagnant state, a look of dull astonishment still on his face. He mechanically raised his hand to feel Luo Jiujiang's breath. The other's breath was still weak, but still warm. A faint beating sound could be heard from the flesh of his chest, as if even if he had one foot in the gates of hell, he would still refuse to give in and give it a try.
This is indeed Jiujiang's style, but there are no more clothes that can be used to make Shuqi complete. It is destined that I cannot save him. Xie Chuncan thought indifferently.
It's all fate, that high and mighty, indifferent will that looks down upon the struggles of all living beings in the world. It determines the rise and fall of a clan and a world, witnesses the breakups between teachers and students, and fathers and sons, and decides the life and death of loved ones. It records the demise of the Xie family in a bloody night, and also extinguishes the last bit of life of his best friend.
Luo Jiujiang's chest was still beating, the sound was slow and regular, as if it was stretching out time, making Xie Chuncan feel extremely tortured even with every blink of an eye or snap of a finger.
What is my purpose? What is the purpose of my existence? Xie Chuncan pondered in confusion: Is it just to record the demise of the Xie family and how Jiujiang died? Is the meaning of my existence just to see someone off to their final resting place?
"...No." Xie Chuncan murmured, a light slowly lighting up in his eyes that looked as dead as ashes. "I already know how to get out. I'm not at the end of my rope yet, and I don't believe in fate yet."
At the age of five, he could already pray on paper. He was a rare talent in whom the Xie family placed countless hopes. What if he didn't have a complete robe to support him? What if he failed three times? Even the dying Luo Jiujiang was still holding on. How could he give up all hope for his friend now?
The light that lit up Xie Chuncan's eyes seemed like persistence and madness.
He rushed to Luo Jiujiang's side, gently turned him over, and pressed his bloody palm against his back. There was no ink here, so he used blood instead. There was no cloth, so he used Luo Jiujiang's skin and flesh.
His prayers can also be written on Luo Jiujiang's skin.
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The mountain cat demon stood beside Han Qianling with his head lowered and eyes downcast, quietly waiting for his reply.
He was one of the few demons who had followed this master from the beginning. Perhaps out of habit, or perhaps because he was efficient, this master still relied on him. Now that Shenxue Palace had just been completed, many things had been entrusted to him by this master.
Yet, Shanmao couldn't help but hold his breath in front of the Palace Master. This wasn't to say that the Palace Master was harsh or stern, but rather that he simply possessed a certain aura that couldn't be ignored. This aura was so distinct that no one dared to act recklessly in his presence for even a moment.
The mountain cat demon said nothing, and watched from the corner of his eye as the palace master casually picked up a handful of the soft and smooth "silk strips" in the box.
This "silk strip" was one of the Yueshan Cult's methods of controlling their subordinates, entwined with a trace of their soul. If the Banner Ox, recently defeated by Han Qianling, had harbored any doubts, it could have simply destroyed the silk thread tying its soul to it, effectively killing or injuring the opponent.
But now this box of useful little things all belong to Han Qianling.
Shan Mao watched Han Qianling grab a handful of "silk strips" and let these magical instruments emitting a faint fluorescent light slip from his fingers. He felt all the hairs on his back stand up at once - this was the feeling. The Palace Master was holding other people's lives in his hands, but his expression and attitude were as if he had just grabbed a handful of fine sand.
It seemed as if all living beings in the world were just insignificant junk in his eyes.
"The Five Colors Pavilion Master is also very famous throughout Qingping Prefecture. Since it's his invitation, even if it's a Hongmen Banquet, we should go and take a look." Han Qianling said calmly, "Does anyone know the true form of this Five Colors Pavilion Master?"
The mountain cat demon shook his head in shame and said, "I am incompetent..."
"It's okay." Han Qianling said nonchalantly.
He had previously killed the Yueshan Sect leader Fanniu to seize this territory, and then established the Shenxue Palace and changed its flag. None of his actions were in line with the underlying rules here. No wonder others wanted to give this "thorn" a warning.
This is normal for both humans and monsters, there is nothing to complain about.
Although it seems that there will be no good banquet, we can only fight against the enemy with our own army and block the water with earth.
Three days later, Han Qianling stepped into a banquet led by the master of the Five Colors Pavilion, which was a gathering of the leaders of various forces in Qingping Prefecture.
The Five Colors Pavilion Master was a dark-skinned man eight feet tall. He sat high up at the table, looking very solemn and dignified. When he heard the news that Han Qianling had joined the banquet, his eagle-like sharp eyes looked at him coldly, and then he was speechless.
The Lord of Shenxue Palace who entered the banquet had a tall and well-proportioned figure, with an icy and jade-like demeanor. His face was beautiful and magnificent, like the bright light of the moon and the clear waves of a bright lake. His eyes were as calm as stars, and his expression was indifferent and elegant, unlike that of an ordinary person.
The Five Colors Pavilion Master paused with the cup in his hand, but was unable to drop it.
The servant beside him coughed lightly, wanting to remind him not to forget to sing red and white songs next, in order to teach the Lord of Shenxue Palace a lesson. However, the Lord of Five Colors Pavilion shook his head. Although his eyes gradually became clear, his words were still foolish and naive, and it was obvious that he was so bewitched by the other's beauty that he didn't know which way was which.
"I wonder... well... may I ask... does the Palace Master have a partner of his choice? If not, what do you think of me... well, I'm Wu, the Palace Master?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
The Five Colors Pavilion Master's brows twitched as he watched the stunning beauty, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. His face, further animated by this hint of surprise, seemed to have been summoned directly from the ethereal heavens to the human world, instantly embellished with seven more colors.
The next moment, the other party's clear voice, like breaking ice and shattering jade, rang out in the ears of the Five Colors Pavilion Master: "...The Pavilion Master's true form, could it be an anglerfish?*"
The author has something to say: * In creatures like anglerfish, after mating, the male and female will stick to the female until they transform into her sperm vesicle (…). Qianling used this to satirize the other party's sperm-filled brain.
Jiujiang: Yes! That's right! Familiar recipe, familiar taste! This is how my Qianling curses! Give my Qianling a big thumbs up!
Xie Chuncan: ...Lie down, lie down, don't pretend to be dead. You are still half dead in the plot!
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