CH 50.1

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 50.1

“What do you think (it would be) then?” Jun Wushuang curled up his lips and smiled, “That’s really not bad, my Jing Shui Sect was stirred upside down by Wen Qian Liu all by himself.”

“That’s because you, this sect master, are not doing your job properly.” Mo Fei Chen slowly sat down, whether or not Wen Qian Liu would come after them, if he really came, Mo Fei Chen would resign himself, stretch out his neck for him to chop.

“Being with you is my main matter.” Jun Wushuang looked at him with a sideways glance, somewhat leisurely. It was hard to imagine that the two of them were almost dead just now.

Mo Fei Chen ignored him.

“Is it true what you said in front of Wen Qian Liu that you hated me?”

“Yes.” Mo Fei Chen plucked the grass from under the tree and made a grasshopper with a few flips of his fingers.

“Are you thinking about He Yunfeng again?”

Mo Fei Chen did not say anything, but Jun Wushuang reached out and squeezed the grasshopper in his hand very hard. 

“What’s the point of you doing this? If you crush this one, I will pull the grass and fold it again. If you want me not to miss He Yunfeng, I will think of him in my head. If you want me to stay with you, I’ll pretend that I’m living with someone else!”

Jun Wushuang was obviously furious as a mouthful of blood seemed to be coming out again.

Mo Fei Chen suddenly felt happy and refreshed after these days, having been forced by Jun Wushuang to do all the things Jun Wushuang loved yet he wasn’t willing to do.

“Now that you’re injured, you don’t have the strength to chase after me, right?” Mo Fei Chen kicked him with his foot, “I’m leaving. You can just wait here for Wen Qian Liu or your vice sect leader to come and pick you up.”

Unexpectedly, Jun Wushuang grabbed his ankle by force and almost made him fall on his face.

Mo Fei Chen propped up on the ground with one of his hands while his other hand was pressed against a tree and his foot was being pulled by Jun Wushuang. This gesture, no need to mention it, was so silly.

“What are you doing?” Mo Fei Chen pushed him hard, Jun Wushuang was wounded so he didn’t have that much strength. Mo Fei Chen kicked him directly on his chest.

He coughed violently, “You are not allowed to go.”

Mo Fei Chen humphed, “If I don’t leave, what am I going to do by staying here? To be pinned to the bed and let you do whatever you want, ah, ah, ah, no, that’s not right,there’s no bed here.”

There was a price to pay for being soft-hearted, so Mo Fei Chen said to himself that he had done his best this time (do what was humanly possible to help; be magnanimous). 

Mo Fei Chen turned around and walked deeper into the forest, having used up so much energy earlier, he could not even use his real qi now. When he heard Jun Wushuang behind him seemed to be struggling to get up and follow him, Mo Fei Chen really wanted to dig a hole in the ground, let him fall down and death would end all the troubles. 

The two of them were walking in the mountain forest.

The sunlight was falling sporadically through the tip of branches.

Mo Fei Chen deliberately quickened his pace in order to shake off Jun Wushuang, who was clearly suffering from blood loss yet still insisted on following him. Sooner or later, he would faint.

“Can you stop following me? If you don’t want to die, then find a place to do your kung fu and heal your wounds, something like that.”

Jun Wushuang leaned against a tree and stared at Mo Fei Chen, “You still have another option, slap me to death with one hit.”

He was standing under a beam of daylight, even bloodless (pale), his facial features were still extremely good looking, even the slightest wicked smile at the corner of his lips was so subtle (faintly discernible) that Mo Fei Chen couldn’t tell if he had seen through his own soft hearted or not.

Mo Fei Chen turned his head away and continued to walk on, but as expected, within ten steps, the sound of a person falling to the ground came from behind him.

“Serves you right.” Mo Fei Chen walked forward without looking back even for a bit.

As he reached out to brush aside the branch in front of him, Mo Fei Chen hummed a little tune on his lips, quite cheerfully but when his toe kicked a stone, his heart suddenly trembled and he felt an unexplainable pain.

He swallowed his saliva, as he kept walking forward. 

Finally, he suddenly turned his head 

towards the spot where Jun Wushuang had fallen.

When he reached the tree, he didn’t see Jun Wushuang so he looked around, but there was still nothing there.

Weird, had that guy gotten up and left on his own?

Or is it … Wen Qian Liu?

Mo Fei Chen shuddered for a moment yet before he could turn around, he was hugged by someone and rolled to the side of the brushwood. He had just braced his arms to get up, when his mouth was kissed fiercely by the other party. 

This bastard! I’ve been tricked again!

The other party sucked very hard, therefore it took Mo Fei Chen a lot of strength to push him away. After he pushed him away, Jun Wushuang lay down on one side and did not move. Mo Fei Chen squinted his eyes at him, “You just keep pretending then.”

But Jun Wushuang just lay down there, only then did Mo Fei Chen notice that his hand was clenched into a fist as if he was  holding something back. 

Turning his body over, Mo Fei Chen saw that his forehead was dripping with sweat and his teeth were clenched. He then put his palm on his back and put his real qi into him. 

Jun Wushuang’s breathing gradually stabilized.