Demon King's Repayment - chapter 135
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The Qingyuan Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly and persuaded, “Don’t underestimate it. Although it can only increase life for ten years, it is really rare. Now that the aura is exhausted, it is not easy to open the furnace. There are not many alchemists in the world who can make it. If it wasn’t for the rare Sirius, I would have been reluctant to exchange it with you. No matter how good the relationship between you and your apostle is, it is not as important as your own life, right?”
Yuan Xiang shook her head, took Nan He’s hand and walked out. No matter how precious life was, there were things in this world that couldn’t be exchanged. But Nan He turned around frequently, staring at the pill in the man’s hand.
Watching them go away, Qingyuan touched the mane of the apostle down and shook his head in disbelief, “This is really rare! There are people who can refuse Yanshou Pill.”
After staying in Datong Mansion for a few days, it was finally time to leave.
Qiu Yueming personally sent them far away.
When parting, he stood in front of Yuan Xiang and didn’t speak for a long time.
“Don’t do this, Brother.” Yuan Xiang comforted him softly, “I will go back now. In the future, there will always be a time when we, friends, will meet each other.”
Qiu Yueming twisted his eyebrows with restrained sadness in his eyes. He was a restrained and prudent person and what he said that day was the limit he could do. Even if he felt reluctant to give up, he wouldn’t be entangled again.
“I will always remember that when I was locked in that dark room at the time, you opened the door and helped me. This kind of virtue, I will never forget.”
After saying goodbye to Qiu Yueming and leaving Datong Mansion, the carriage headed south.
Zhou Deyun was full of hope when he came, but he never thought that when he went back, his wife would stay in Datong Mansion.
Zhou Deyun was lost all along the way, full of sadness and had a haggard face.
“Am I really that bad? Isn’t it okay if I change?” He turned red as he ate at the dinner table.
“You are okay. Go back and marry another wife.” Wu Yuan raised his head from a pot of dried fish, “It’s boring for a cow to bow his head but not eat grass? ” (relationship, I guess here cow: man grass: the woman)
“Anyway, humans can have three wives and four concubines. If you are not satisfied with one, you can marry a few more and you can always have the one you like!” It was Hu Sanlang who said that. He spent several years in Jiaofang. He was accustomed to Human fascination.
“Whoever I marry again, it’s not my lady. I didn’t feel anything when the lady was by my side, now that she doesn’t want me, I…” Zhou Deyun suffocated, choked and couldn’t eat, “Why will she be alone? My lady would rather stay alone in that bitter cold place than go home with me. I can’t understand, I can’t understand, oh.”
“It’s because you don’t understand what Ding Yan wants. You can’t understand her at all, or you don’t fit each other.” Yuan Xiang sighed and patted his shoulder, “Forget it. Brother Zhou. Wu Yuan is right, the twisted melon is not sweet. (forced love) Go back and live your life well.”
Zhou Deyun squeezed the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his head, tears pattering down, looking very pitiful.
In order to cheer him up, the servants of the Zhou family were more careful along the way. They often hired singers and actresses to perform and play music during breaks. It was just that Zhou Deyun was different from the past, always lacking in interest and unhappy.
In a blink of an eye, they returned to the vicinity of Jingdu and stayed in the inn where they stayed the previous time.
He Sanlang went out to meet Hu Qing during his break and came back on an empty run, “Strange, my sister never stayed out, but the people in Jiaofang said that she hadn’t come back in two days.”
“Really?” Yuan Xiang also remembered A Qing’s piano skills very much and missed the friend who she had only a brief contact with, “Tomorrow, I will accompany you to take a look.”
At night, the room was silent, Yuan Xiang slept on the bed and Nan He, who curled up in front of Yuan Xiang’s bed, suddenly pricked up his ears.
“Axiang, someone is coming,” he awakened Yuan Xiang.
She sat up, holding a talisman between her fingertips, held her breath and stared at the closed door.
There were a few footsteps in the corridor outside the door, plus some slight metal collisions.
With a crash, the door of the room was pushed open. An icy wind swept into the room with the smell of blood.
A pale-skinned man with long and loose hair appeared outside the house. He was wearing a shabby cloak, his hands and feet were shackled and the bones were pierced by iron chains.
Dushuo, who came to visit suddenly late at night, lost his former indifference and calmness. He had messy hair, bloodstained all over his body and his trembling pale arm firmly supported the door frame, released his other hand and rolled out a comatose nine-tailed fox from his arms.
“A Qing?”
“Sister A Qing!”
Hu Sanlang, who had just rushed over from next door, was taken aback. He rushed forward and helped A Qing who was in a coma and found that although she was injured, her breath was still stable and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Please… help me once. Please hide her,” Dushuo stared at Yuan Xiang. His eyes were black and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. He stretched out his bloodied fingers to untie the worn robe on his body and draped it on A Qing, “Don’t worry, with this robe, Bai Yupan will not find her.”
He took off his robe and revealed his upper body. Yuan Xiang discovered that half of his body had long been stained red with blood. What was more shocking was that the rattling iron chain that pierced his body was entering from the wound, going in and out. It seemed that the master was tightening his strength from far away and demanding that he must return to him immediately.
Dushuo didn’t care about it. He just stared at Yuan Xiang and spoke word by word, “Please…please…you, okay?”
“Yes, I will take care of her. Don’t worry.” Yuan Xiang hurriedly replied, “But you…”
When Dushuo heard these words, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, “I’m fine.”
The cold sweat on his forehead mixed with blood flowed across his cheek, but there was no trace of pain on his face. He only glanced at A Qing who was unconscious in Hu Sanlang’s arms and the bloody figure disappeared outside the door.
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yarnie
oh man the chain went in & out from his wounds ;A;