"You only charge around blindly, baring your fangs and brandishing your claws, are you a crab or something?" Wen Ya snapped. "What use does that flat-shelled creature have, other than being cooked as a side-dish for drinking?"
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"I..." Cheng Qian began to rave in a soft voice.
Yan Zhengming lowered his head, bringing his own ears close to Cheng Qian's lips, "Nn?"
"... want to go... home..."
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Yan Zhengming half-knelt next to Cheng Qian, staring at that face in a daze for a long time. It felt as if he was witnessing all of the hope in his own heart turn to dust.
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As Yan Zhengming gazed upon the island, his features suddenly softened, revealing minute hints of warmth, "One day, when we can return to Fuyao Mountain without fear, we'll come back to take you home, okay?"
Of course, there was nobody to answer him.
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"Do I have a chance?" He thinks to himself, as his soul does a somersault.
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"I see," There is no expression on Muchun Zhenren's face. A moment later, he says coldly, such that each word of his draws blood, "I thought you were here to visit my grave. As it turns out, you're here to dig up my grave."
Cheng Qian: "..."
To be fair it is indeed like that.
Muchun Zhenren folds his arms and complains in a pitieous voice. "Alas, keeping dogs is better than having disciples. They all grow up into ungrateful bastards."
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"Who are you to care about him?" Han Yuan impatiently asked. "Didn't you just see, in the Ten-Party Array? This old bag has a huge appetite, and wants to stew us into pills. Heh... tell me this; there was a righteous-pather, a sword cultivator, a gritty stone person, and me, a big devil, that you were so casually trying to cook together in there. Were you not afraid of getting a stomachache?"
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The Estate elder happenened to hear this entire ridiculous thread of him talking to himself, and he couldn't help but feel sorrow come up inside him, feeling that his life could be forfeited right now — the two biggest demons of the past century were meeting on this narrow road, one a lunatic, and the other... also a lunatic.
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"Han Yuan watched the mountain gradually disappear, packing as much scenery of the scenery as he could into his mind, because he knew that he would never be coming back."
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Whenever it came time to move forward, he would instead retreat. Whenever it came time to restrain himself, he would instead unrestrainedly advance before he should.
All this years, he had either painfully advanced on the wrong path, or painfully regretted on the wrong path.
Perhaps some only learned how to retreat and advance appropriately in desperate situations, requiring a great deal of wits and preservance.
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In Shuzhong, Han Yuan had completely turned black from stone into flesh. He felt like he was being stuck to the ground by uncountable needles. Nowhere on him didn't hurt, and the pain waso so bad, he went numb, unable to keep from thinking, I'm atleast a primordial spirit cultivator. If I die, will my spirit return to my home, too?
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As he flew away with a crowd on swords, Li Yun shouted back, "Bear with it, okay? If you really do get split in two, I'll put in a good word with our eldest. Maybe he'll give you the True Dragon Flag."
Han Yuan was lacking a dragon skeleton, and had been coveting the Flag for a long time. Upon hearing this, he became unbelievably peaceful on the spot, no longer hassling him with obscenities." Thank you so much, second brother! Don't any of you worr, I won't have any trouble holding uo for half a month!"
Li Yun got goosebumps from getting thanked by him, refusing to turn his head.
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What should be done?
Yan Zhengming's first answer to that was to haphazardly seal up that crack and leave this difficult issue for later generations, so in the event that an apprentice or grand-apprentice ended up being Tong Ru's sort of talent, they could be the one to put in that hard effort.
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"How did you struggle free of it later on, then?" Yan Zhengming asked.
Shuang Ren's snow-bright swordlight lit up the gloomy Tower of No Regrets. Cheng Qian paused for just a moment as he held the sword, standing in place with it, and tilted his head ti gaze deeply at Yan Zhengming.
The latter couldn't help but think back to hus abnormally serious 'thank you' from Da Xue, and his heartbeat sped until his mouth was dry.
There's no need to explain any complex details; you are already my unbreakable tether to this world of red dust.
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The pursued Li Yun scrambled away in a flurry as he drew a howl out of his throat. "Master! The eldest is about to commit murder! Open your eyes and look, old man! You left too soon! No one can control him, no one can get justice for me! He covers the sky with one hand... Heaven's, help me!"
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danmei lines
RandomThis is basically lines that I copied, and is currently chilling in my clipboard lol The lines here isn't in order, since I would reread some parts of the novel based on my mood, and when I would read that line again, I would copy it and not caring...
