C50

Fifty Chapters

"Nothing …"

Feng Lingju lightly brushed off the dust on his body and lightly smiled, "Aren't you here to kill me? Why are you so concerned about me now? "

Shen Qingchen was quiet, his face darkened as he held the sword hilt tightly.

"Don't be so angry. It's just a joke."

Feng Ling Jue laughed heartlessly.

"Feng Ling Jue, do you not care in the slightest that I am here to kill you?"

Shen Qingchen squinted her beautiful eyes. It was extremely dangerous, what exactly was going on with this man? He clearly looked extremely weak, and the person who wanted to kill him was standing right in front of him. Yet, he could still laugh?

"There are some things that have to be resolved, aren't there?"

Wasn't the reason he did all this was because he wanted to end it?

"Perhaps, you're right."

Shen Qingchen's face turned cold. He raised his hand, gritted his teeth, and slowly raised his sword, facing Feng Lingjue, "Then, let's take care of all of these."

Feng Ling Jue looked at him for a long time, and after a long while, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, "It suits my will."

The next second, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the cold feeling coming straight at his body. Immediately, he felt unbearable pain as scalding blood dripped down from the wound on his abdomen drop by drop.

Bada

The bright red color fell onto the floor, shocking and dazzling.

Feng Lingju looked at the longsword that had pierced his lower abdomen and could not help but let out a bitter laugh. "Shen Qingchen, do you know that such a small injury like this will not kill me?"

"I know you are a monster. This kind of wound will soon heal itself."

Shen Qingchen indifferently retracted the sword, he glanced at the blood on the sword, his hands were trembling, and he was unable to sheathe the sword.

"Isn't that so? "So …"

Feng Ling Jue let out a dry cough, his face somewhat pale. "You have to consider this carefully. If you don't kill me this time, will you have no chance in the future?"

"In the future, if you do anything that endangers my Six Realms, I will definitely not hesitate to kill you."

Shen Qingchen said coldly.

"Then why are you being merciful now?"

Feng Ling Jue stood unsteadily against the wall with difficulty, and looked at him with a devilish gaze, with a myriad of helplessness seemingly filling his eyes.

"This time, those sect disciples were too reckless, and barged into the Devil Domain without permission, and you were willing to release them. Please, Mount Kunlun owes you a favor."

Shen Qingchen said, he calmed down for a moment, then kept his sword.

"Shen Qingchen, did you forget? "You owe me so much that it's never ending."

Hearing this, Feng Lingju laughed out loud. Because the range of his movement was too big, it tore at his wound and caused him to grimace in pain.

Shen Qingchen frowned slightly, he clearly didn't understand the meaning of Feng Lingjue's words.

"This is truly saddening. I clearly saved you so many times, how did you forget?"

Feng Ling Jue lowered his head, his expression full of grief and grievance.

"I don't remember that."

Shen Qingchen frowned, as he said coldly.

"Is that so? "Truly heartless."

"However, forgetting is also good. This time, the two of us will settle this matter. In the future, without Feng Lingjue as a person, you will be a high and mighty Sect Leader Shen, and I will be a Devil Monarch with a devoid of conscience. What say you?"

"Isn't it always like this?"

With an expressionless face, he turned around and left, leaving behind only a few cold words as his figure gradually disappeared before his eyes.

Feng Ling Jue wanted to laugh, but found that no matter what, he couldn't. The corners of his mouth stiffened, and his body slowly lost all of its strength as he slid down the wall.

"Ah, really, I wonder if I'm afraid of pain?"

He raised his head and stared at the empty roof. For a moment, he did not know what expression to make.

A gust of clear wind blew and that wisp of green clothes appeared in front of Feng Lingjue's eyes. His figure was slender and condescending, but in the next second, he actually knelt down on one knee at his feet …

"Lord …" "Why don't you take care of yourself as well …"

Luo Qingdeng's voice trembled a little as she carefully and gently pulled open his clothes. Seeing the wound on his abdomen that was still constantly bleeding, she immediately looked away and could not bear to look. "I knew it …"

"Stop being so noisy, I'm not even dead yet!"

Feng Ling Jue cursed, but his voice was extremely weak.

"Lord, if you continue acting so arrogantly, you might really die."

Luo Qingdeng stroked his forehead.

"Then why aren't you stopping the bleeding?"

Feng Ling Jue covered his face with his hands, "Or do you really want to watch me die from excessive loss of blood?"

Hearing that, Luo Qingdeng immediately took out the medicine and gave it to Feng Ling Jue.

Feng Ling Jue gritted his teeth, not saying a single word. Large drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his complexion became as pale as paper.

Luo Qingdeng raised his head, seeing how Feng Lingjue was barely holding himself back, a bitter feeling arose in his heart.

Feng Ling Jue was extremely afraid of pain, and would cry out for half a day just from the slightest bit of pain.

This made Luo Qingdeng very uneasy.

Luo Qingdeng lowered his head. While bandaging his wounds, he saw a slightly twisted scar by his side.

Feng Ling Jue was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"My lord, you seem to have a lot of wounds on your body. Next time, be careful."

Luo Qingdeng said indifferently, then lowered his head and continued wrapping around the wound.

The scar that Luo Qingdeng saw earlier, wasn't this the scar that he was injured by a trash Fox Demon in order to save Shen Qingchen?

So, Shen Qingchen, you do owe me a lot …

Feng Ling Jue laughed bitterly.

This time, rather than saying that he wanted to end things with Shen Qingchen, it would be better to say that he wanted to make him forget about an excuse of Shen Qingchen's. From then on, Shen Qingchen was no longer in his heart …

ah, the Mount Kunlun's Feng Lingjue, had already died thirty thousand years ago.

Shen Qingchen?

Feng Lingju slowly closed his eyes and the darkness gradually engulfed him.

The moon was pale.

Dressed in profound robes, Shen Qingchen remained expressionless as he walked step by step into the mud. His steps were heavy, as if they weighed a thousand kilograms.

The pain in his chest, as though it was about to split open, reminded him of what had happened.

Shen Qingchen stopped in his tracks, clenching his teeth, he used the sword to support his body, trying his best to not let himself fall.

Damn it!" "He actually can't do it?

Suddenly, his knees bent and he fell to the ground. His clothes were stained with mud as he lowered his head and cursed. His hands were still trembling for no reason.

Shen Qingchen's mind was in a mess, he had never been so confused before. This kind of feeling made him feel fear, but he was helpless and could only cover his face, gritting his teeth while holding onto the hilt of his sword tightly.

His chest felt as if it was being grabbed by something. The pain was so severe that he was also pressed down to the point where he couldn't breathe.

He's …

What's wrong?

— — The content is from [Mick Read]