Demon King's Repayment - chapter 143

“Hush, be quiet, don’t just look at his young appearance. In fact, he is older than you and me. I heard my father say that decades ago, this national teacher had the same look.”

“In this way, he is no different from demons, ghosts and Gods. He is no longer a person in the mortal world. No wonder he is so noble and never puts demons in his eyes.”

“Don’t say that, those powerful demons are generally not in his eyes. I once led the heavenly guards and saw how Shifu peeled the demons exactly like human corpses. When I saw it, I couldn’t help throwing up on the spot.”

“Maybe in the eyes of people like him, it’s ridiculous and pitiful to look like an old man.”

Master Miao accepted the emperor’s toast and raised his glass to his lips. No matter how small the voice was from the hall, it couldn’t escape his ears.

The wine entering his throat was ice and astringent, but there was no trace of temperature.

Inside the palace wall, with singing and dancing, such a lively place, seemed not as good as the little hut with hot wine under the pear tree with yellow fruit in the past.

In the wilderness far away from the city of Jingdu, there were two small carriages at a standstill and a few anxious creatures beside them frequently raised their heads to look at the sky.

When the silver-white Sirius descended from the sky, Sanlang with fox ears, Ah Qing in feathers and even Zhou Deyun and his servants who were dejected all the way cheered and rushed forward.

When Hu Qing saw the white crane in Yuan Xiang’s arms, her eyes turned red, filled with tears. Yuan Xiang thought she was about to cry, but she bit her white finger firmly and did not let her tears fall.

She carried her skirt to catch up and extended her arms to pick up the scarred white crane from Yuan Xiang’s hand. She carefully hugged him onto the carriage.

The carriage started to move.

When Yuan Xiang got in the carriage to cure Dushuo, she chanted a healing mantra three or four times. Hu Qing had already handled Dushuo’s hideous wound neatly.

Dushuo, in a man form, was placed on a clean soft couch with a soft brocade cushion behind his head and the blood stains all over his body had been carefully cleaned up. He was pale, unconscious, covered with a thin bedding, and white bandages were tightly wrapped around his forehead, neck and shoulders.

“I thought you would cry,” Yuan Xiang picked up the magical weapons and looked at Hu Qing who was still busy.

When Dushuo didn’t reply, Hu Qing could not help crying. Unexpectedly, Dushuo was lying in front of her with blood dripping, but she was able to bite her teeth and stop crying.

“Healing the Lord is more important than anything. I don’t have time to cry now,” Hu Qing bit a corner of the gauze and pulled off a long strip of cloth, holding up Dushuo’s chain-wrapped wrist. She placed the cast on the worn wrist joints and carefully wrapped the clean gauze in circles.

Afterward, she carefully put the bandaged arm back on the soft sofa, gently lifted the quilt and pressed the corner of the quilt for the lying patient.

The sound of the wheels was rustling and the person on the bed was lying quietly with his eyes closed.

Hu Qing sat aside and watched for a long time before turning her face. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Yuan Xiang.

“Hey, don’t do that. Just cry if you want,” Yuan Xiang said.

Hu Qing collapsed as she reached out and hugged Yuan Xiang, buried her head on her shoulder and let out a faint cry.

Yuan Xiang still remembered seeing Ah Qing for the first time. She held a pipa in her hand, walked in the snow, elegant and breathtaking, moving the world. How could she bear to watch her crying like rain and pear blossoms? (pitiful)

She had no choice but to think of a way to explain, “Don’t cry, didn’t we fish him out for you? Now you should think about taking good care of him.”

“I… I didn’t like humans very much before.” Hu Qing raised her head and cried faintly, “I also often went to villages to steal food and eat and I always liked to bully the men who came to the workshop,woo, I’m sorry, but I didn’t expect you to help me. I won’t do that anymore.”

Her face was full of tears and her grace as an artist collapsed. The first part of her speech lost the logic, but it made Yuan Xiang laugh.

The carriages traveled all the way to the south. The weather in the south had begun to warm up and the branches with half snow in winter occasionally pulled out a few early-emergence buds, which were not afraid of the cold wind.

Hu Qing sat by the campfire in the camp, embraced the pipa and played the qin.

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