Chapter 147 I Didn’t Leave…I’m Here
As soon as the words fell,
Suddenly, a cold light flew over, so fast that it was invisible.
“Crack—”
The sound of bones breaking mixed with the muffled sound of muscles breaking was heard. The stained hand fell to the ground, and its fingers, still connected to the broken nerves, curled up on the ground. It was then wrapped in an invisible black air, and the blood at the broken end froze instantly.
Zhao Kun stared blankly at the severed hand that rolled to the side. Then blood suddenly bloomed from his wrist, and severe pain came from his wrist.
"ah--!!!"
The heart-wrenching scream hit the wall of the alley and bounced back in a different tone.
Zhao Kun rolled on the ground holding his broken arm, blood splattered on Jiang Qiu's trouser legs, burning him and making him tremble violently.
He raised his head with great effort, and through the layers of black fog, he saw the person standing at the entrance of the alley.
His long, inky hair was lifted by the night wind, flapping wildly against his bloodless face. The hem of Feng Li's black robe was still stained with dust from across time and space. The dark patterns of the Demon Realm embroidered on his collar glowed an eerie red under the streetlight. His cold eyes were now filled with crimson veins, like cold blades tempered with blood. Every ray of light revealed a madness that wanted to burn the world to ashes. He looked like a demon from hell.
"You... who are you?" Zhao Kun knelt on the ground, covering his severed hand and looking at the newcomer in horror. As the man approached, the terrifying demonic aura and pressure made Zhao Kun tremble uncontrollably.
He felt like he was going to die.
Feng Li's eyes were fixed on Zhao Kun. He was not looking at a living creature, but at a piece of filthy garbage.
"Who gave you permission to touch him?"
He slowly raised his hand, and the black air swirling around his fingertips became thicker and thicker. It was the most vicious soul-devouring technique in the Demon Realm, which could crush the soul into ashes in endless pain.
He looked at the black fog that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly he felt a fear that if he was enveloped by the black fog, he would be in a state worse than death. Zhao Kun didn't know who the other party was, but his body reacted to fear more instinctively than he did. The instinct for survival broke out, and he crawled to the alleyway: "Have mercy! I was wrong! I was wrong! I didn't know Jiang Qiu was your man..."
Feng Li laughed softly, his laughter chilling with blood, "Are you worthy enough to mention him?"
"It's too late."
The black mist suddenly tightened, and Zhao Kun's body shrank instantly as if grasped by invisible hands. His skin turned gray at a visible speed, his eyeballs bulged, and his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Only the faint sobs of a torn soul resonated in the air.
The figure in front of me flickered again and again.
Jiang Qiu felt like he was hallucinating and actually started to see Feng Li. Was it because he missed her too much or was it because the drug was so strong that he was having visions shifting?
But when Jiang Qiu's overlapping shadows gradually became clear enough to see the familiar black robe embroidered with gold, Jiang Qiu's pupils suddenly shrank.
wrong,
Seal off,
It is Fengli,
How did he get here?
A huge surprise passed through Jiang Qiu's heart. He shook off the shadows that overlapped in front of his eyes again, and saw Feng Li with red eyes pinching Zhao Kun's neck to make his feet off the ground. Jiang Qiu suddenly woke up from the chaos of the drugs and the joy of seeing Feng Li. A huge fear gripped his heart - this is the modern world, not the devil's domain where people can take lives at will!
Is there any surveillance here?
Will Feng Li be photographed?
Will the police find him? Will Feng Li be captured as a monster and sliced up for research?
"Feng Li! Stop!"
Jiang Qiu suddenly roared, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.
Jiang Qiu watched Zhao Kun's body turn into a wisp of green smoke in Feng Li's hand, and even the severed hand completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and the only thing left in the alley was the strong smell of blood and the murderous aura emanating from Feng Li that almost froze the air.
Feng Li's movements suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned around. Jiang Qiu's figure finally caught sight of him in his crimson eyes, and a turbulent wave suddenly rose in that frenzied, blood-red glow. There was fear, ecstasy, and a kind of almost paranoid cherishment, like a lost and recovered treasure that had been broken and shattered. The pain made even his breathing tremble. Seeing the fear in Jiang Qiu's eyes, Feng Li's heart suddenly ached. He stumbled and covered his chest. There was a certain desolation in his crimson eyes. He was still very afraid of him.
"Jiang Qiu..." He walked over step by step, his black robe sweeping across the bloodstains on the ground, leaving a trail of black footprints. "I didn't mean to scare you, it's just that he soiled your clothes..."
His voice became lower and lower, with a fawning humility, completely unlike the Lord who had the final say in the Demon Realm. He had only been back for one day, and Feng Li had already become like this.
Jiang Qiu looked at the madness in his eyes that had not yet faded, looked at the stubble on his chin, looked at the faintly visible, unhealed wounds under his robe - how on earth had this man, with such obsession, broken free from the fairy world in the turbulence of time and space and found him?
Feng Li squatted down and cautiously extended his hand. Just as his fingertips were about to touch Jiang Qiu's cheek, he suddenly retracted it, his knuckles turning white from the force. He was so scared, he was afraid that if he touched it again, it would shatter like green smoke. Jiang Qiu could see his hand shaking, shaking violently.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. His eyes swept over Jiang Qiu's swollen cheeks and fell on the blood at the corner of his mouth. The redness in his eyes deepened.
Jiang Qiu didn't answer, just looked at him. The heat from the drugs still seeped through his blood, and the wounds on his body burned with pain, but his heart felt strangely at peace. He thought back to the countless times he'd been in danger in the Demon Realm. Every time, it was like this. No matter how desperate the situation, Feng Li would always rush in with devastating force, just like he was now, and shield him behind him.
This madman, this terrifyingly paranoid person, is the bond that he cannot escape even across life and death.
"How did you find this place?" Jiang Qiu's voice softened, with a strong nasal tone of grievance.
Feng Li's Adam's apple rolled, as if he recalled some painful memories, and his voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost broken: "I have been looking for you for five hundred years... I have traveled through three thousand small worlds, tried all forbidden techniques, and was almost torn apart by the turbulence of time and space... I thought you were really dead, until... Jiang Qiu, I thought I would never see you again..." Feng Li omitted a lot and spoke briefly. Jiang Qiu was too tired to hear the five hundred years, nor did he realize that he had been talking for a long time without getting to the point.
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over and hugged Jiang Qiu tightly. The embrace was irresistible, almost rubbing him into his bones and blood. Jiang Qiu could clearly feel him trembling, from his shoulders to his fingertips, like a dead leaf in the cold wind.
"Don't leave me again." Feng Li rested his chin on the top of his head, his voice choked with sobs and filled with deep fear, "Even if you die, you must take me with you..."
Jiang Qiu's eyes suddenly warmed. He raised his hands and, with all his strength, wrapped them around Feng Li's back, touching the crisscrossing scars beneath his black robe—marks left by his forced journey through time and space, each one deep enough to reveal the bone.
"I didn't leave," Jiang Qiu's voice was filled with tears, "I'm here."
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