CH 43.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 43.2

Returning into the sect, Leng Yufang followed behind Jun Wushuang.

“You didn’t let Yu Jin know about his (MFC) whereabouts in Jing Shui Sect, did you?” Jun Wushuang played with the jade ring on his middle finger and looked at the wall fire as if he was thinking about something.

“No.” Leng Yu Fang took a breath, Yu Jin had only been sent by her to the Western Region (Xi Yu) last month to spy on the Bai Xue Cult and he would only be back in the next few days.

“Then it’s good, It’s enough that only you and I know, I don’t need a third person to know about his presence here.” A cold smile spread across the corners of Jun Wushuang’s mouth, “Lu Qingmo and He Yunfeng will probably come to visit us soon, Aunt Leng, you must greet them well and not let them notice anything.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“What about Mu Yun Mountain Manor?”

“Wen Qian Liu has not made much movement but he is already a cautious man. Now that he has the Qian Yun Sword, he is even more weighty or significant in the martial arts world, and I’m afraid that even a Wu Liang type of person will have to bow down when they meet him.”

“Humph, hypocrite. I’m afraid he doesn’t even know that we have taken in the Dian husband and wife’s son.”

“Yes, he is also secretly sending people to look for Dian Ling’s son, Dian Zhao, but he would never have imagined that his nurse bringing Dian Zhao ram away would meet and be stopped by Yu Jin on her way to Xi Yu.”

“Let’s see what Wen Qian Liu wants to do first. If he wants to harm our Jing Shui Sect, then I will send Dian Zhao to Wu Liang Chanshi and let these righteous sects fight among themselves.” Jun Wushuang raised his eyebrows while Leng Yufang followed behind him and didn’t say anything anymore. 

Mo Fei Chen woke up at noon the next day, his throat was so dry and uncomfortable. He could not move the lower half of his body at all as if he was a disabled person even though he had already supported himself.

“Damn you, Jun Wushuang!”

Mo Fei Chen’s nose was sore, but he pursed his lips and held back his tears. He tried to use his inner strength, but the sword qi had wandered as far as his wrist and could no longer be pushed out. He guessed it was the same with the knee, and the Qing Gong taught by He Yunfeng that was praised as first-rate was now useless.

He believed that He Yunfeng must be looking for him now, so he couldn’t lose heart, cry and make a terrible scene such as hanging himself like in a lame TV drama. If he could eat then he ate, if he could sleep then he just slept. He would live and wait for his chance to escape. He didn’t believe that Jun Wushuang could really lock himself for the rest of his life.

Looking at the teapot on the table, Mo Fei Chen moved slowly toward the bedside, grabbing the bed porch with one hand and reaching for the teapot with his other hand but his fingertips could only reach the edge of the table.

He was so thirsty that he felt so parched so he just rolled over and landed on the floor. Sure enough… He carried it through, whatever the consequences as the fall on his buttocks was so painful that he was in daze. He crawled twice and finally got on the edge of the table, poured himself a glass of water as he just sat on the floor and drank it up.

It seemed that someone leaned against the door and laughed softly as Mo Fei Chen let out a satisfied sound from quenching his thirst, “You really like a monkey.”

Mo Fei Chen knew it was Jun Wushuang who had come, he immediately changed into a stubborn temper. Although he tried with his all might to stand up, he had no strength on his legs. Jun Wushuang quickly stepped forward and just when he was going to stretch out his hands to help him, Mo Fei Chen then said, “Wife, you’d better let me stand up by myself, otherwise I, this husband simply won’t want to live anymore if I lose face in front of you!”

The tone of his joking voice was the same as before, but indistinctly something was different.

Jun Wushuang’s hand was frozen in place, not knowing how to touch him.

Mo Fei Chen held on the porch of the bed, trembling, but finally able to stand still, breathing heavily.

“Are you angry with me for embracing you?” Jun Wushuang asked.

Mo Fei Chen sat down with an expression as if he was hearing a joke, patted his shoulder and said, “Did I willingly let you embrace me? How about you let me penetrate your ass?”

“Sure ah, if you want.” Jun Wushuang replied blandly (indifferently). 

Mo Fei Chen froze, he thought the other side would take action to teach him a lesson, or at least look extremely angry.

“If I’m going to do it… also, not (going to do it to) you.” If I really did something to you, I would have no way back in my life, and I would not have the face to go back and see He Yunfeng.