Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Her blood-red eyes formed a trembling arc at the corner of her eyes, looking like a soul-stirring ruby in the dark night.
The eyes of the woman who rushed out under the moonlight were like those of a wounded and bleeding wolf.
Filled with grief and indignation, she dashed into the darkness without turning back.
Almost instantly, the black whirlwind swept into Ah Pomo's house. With a loud bang, the door was smashed open and smashed into the wall.
Ah Pomo, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by the loud noise. He sat up in a panic, only to see a black shadow rushing in like a gust of wind. In that instant, he could not see anything clearly. He only saw a pair of eyes that were as red as blood and as scorching as fire. With a split second, he was already in the air.
In Meng Fuyao's grasp, he struggled with all his might, but Meng Fuyao's grip was like an iron pincer that did not let go. Not even a finger moved.
Just as she stepped out of the door, a trident silently slid out from behind the door, stabbing towards Meng Fuyao's heart like a poisonous snake.
Meng Fuyao only cared about rushing forward.
She rushed forward, ignoring the gleaming blue trident as if it was nothing. When the tip of the trident was in front of her, she lifted her leg and kicked it. With a loud crack, the trident landed under her feet. She leaped into the air and with a push of her toes, the trident spun and flew out with a biting cold wind. It hit the chest of the sneak attacker. The sound of bones cracking could be heard, and a thick mist of blood spread in the night.
The person rolled to Meng Fuyao's feet, still struggling to grab her ankle. It was the dark-faced elder.
Meng Fuyao did not even look at him. Without hesitation, she stepped on him. The force behind her foot was more than a thousand catties. That old fellow didn't even have the time to scream before he died.
Shadows flashed in the night as people rushed out from various huts. Meng Fuyao kicked the corpse away, causing blood to splatter in mid-air. The corpse landed heavily on the person who was running the fastest, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string. The force of the collision did not stop there, and the person behind him was smashed into a mess.
By the time they got up, Meng Fuyao was already far away.
At this moment, she was like the wind or lightning. If she could, she wished she could surpass the speed of light. Because she was moving too fast, blood spurted out from all the wounds on her body due to overexertion. Dark red lines were drawn in the dark night and disappeared suddenly.
In the time it took to take a deep breath, she had already gone back and forth, once again carrying Ah Yu back to the grave.
Before he could land, the seven-colored light immediately closed in. The light changed, heavy and sticky, whistling like a woman crying.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly glanced at Yun Hen, who was lying on the ground in a corner. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. She immediately retracted her gaze and handed Ah Yu over. "Ah Yu, your mother is not dead!"
"Ah!" Ah Yu looked up in shock. "Where's my mother?"
Only then did he have time to open his eyes to look at his surroundings. He immediately felt that something was wrong and shouted, "This is my mother's grave, my mother's grave … Who dug up my mother's grave!"
"She!" Meng Fuyao pointed at Fei Yan, who was hiding behind the mirror and clutching his neck. "I'll dig up your mother's grave and refine your mother's soul!"
Ah Yu pounced forward while crying. Naturally, Meng Fuyao would not let him do so. Instead, she threw his face right into the spiraling seven-colored light.
The light suddenly trembled.
One of the colors suddenly shone brightly, followed by a faint shriek.
"… Son …"
One of the wisps of seven-colored light suddenly began to twist and spiral. It dashed left and right, struggling to rush to Ah Yu's side. The indistinct sobbing of the spirits grew louder. The rainbow light, which had been revolving steadily and in sync, began to collide chaotically.
Fei Yan suddenly flicked his finger, and a white light shot straight at Ah Yu. Immediately, his clone swayed, and two identical Fei Yans appeared on the left and right side of the mirror.
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. She would not save him.
One of the seven-colored light suddenly struggled vigorously and actually broke free from the net of light, turning around and attacking Fei Yan!
That ghost naturally recognized which one was the real one and went straight for the one on the left side of the mirror!
The net of light was instantly thrown into chaos!
Meng Fuyao immediately pounced forward!
She grabbed Ah Yu with her left hand, and with her right, the Heaven Piercing Sword swept across. In an instant, with extreme precision, it passed through the tiny gap that appeared due to the violent struggle of the light beam, and violently attacked Fei Yan's heart!
Fei Yan hurriedly retreated, intending to deflect the net of light that was about to devour him. Sorcerers were most afraid of being devoured by things that they controlled.
But Meng Fuyao's knife had already arrived.
Her knife was like a flash of lightning that split the thick clouds, brazenly coming from the depths of the Nine Heavens. It was as powerful as breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, ploughing the courtyard and sweeping the acupoints. If she could not kill the enemy, she would rather die together!
The knife's light had just begun to shine, but before it could even reflect the Venerable Master's iris, the tip of the knife had already reached Fei Yan's throat!
Meng Fuyao's knife was the fastest one she had ever executed in her life.
Just like the sword that Yun Hen had used to save her in the Sky Fiend Inner Palace, it was the best and most extraordinary performance of her life!
Whoosh! Whirlwind!
The seven-colored flames of the candles that controlled the net of light on the four walls were forced to lengthen by the fierce wind, and the net of light weakened in an instant.
"Ding!"
It was an extremely light and sharp sound.
It was not the sound of the knife entering flesh, but the sound of the knife colliding with the tip of the knife.
Meng Fuyao's knife collided with the knife on Fei Yan's neck!
The knife that Yun Hen had used to kill himself and force Meng Fuyao to leave, had immediately stabbed into Fei Yan's neck after completing its mission. Unfortunately, Fei Yan had already reacted, and the knife had only entered three inches.
The moment Meng Fuyao entered, she realized that the knife had disappeared. Although Fei Yan immediately put down his hand that was covering his neck, she had already aimed at the position.
Therefore, she did not stab the chest, but the throat!
The knife was deeply inserted, and Meng Fuyao could even hear the sound of his windpipe being cut open, and blood gushing out like a pump.
The seven-colored light suddenly lost control, paused in mid-air, and suddenly pounced in Fei Yan's direction.
Meng Fuyao immediately dodged the light, lowered her head, and skimmed to the corner of the wall. She picked up Yun Hen, and with lightning speed, pressed her finger on his heart.
This press was as cold as falling into an abyss, and there was no heartbeat!
She did not give up, and extended her finger under his nose again. Holding her breath, her heart beating as usual, she waited for a long time. Only then did she vaguely feel a faint breath.
Fuyao was overjoyed. The shock was so great that she felt dizzy and broke out in a cold sweat. She pinched herself hard and stood up without looking back. She didn't care about Fei Yan's condition and just carried Yun Hen away. Fuyao was ecstatic. She was so shocked that she felt dizzy.
There was good medicine on the ship, and the inner elixir of the Flood Dragon King was also on the ship. No matter what, she had to save his life first.
She jumped out of the ground with Yun Hen in her arms. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her ankle. She turned around and saw Fei Yan, who was covered in blood, with half of his neck slanted to the side, suddenly turning into a rainbow of colors. He was right behind her, hugging her leg tightly.
Was he a human or a ghost?
At that moment, Meng Fuyao would not care even if she were an evil ghost. She lifted her foot and stomped on it.
Beneath her, however, Fei Yan suddenly had boundless strength. With a violent tug, he pulled Meng Fuyao and Yun Hen down by half.
Meng Fuyao shouted angrily. Her exposed shoulder and elbow pressed against the ground with all her might, and her body leaned forward. In an instant, her center of gravity shifted to her upper body, and she forcibly lifted herself over the grave pit. She felt a weight under her feet, and she actually pulled Fei Yan out.
Only when her feet landed on the ground did she feel a sharp pain in her shoulder and elbow. In that moment of wrestling, she had used too much strength, and coincidentally, she had pressed against the gravel, causing her shoulder and elbow bones to break.
At that moment, Meng Fuyao had no time to feel pain. She hugged Yun Hen and wanted to run, but she was dragging the heaviest spinning top in the world. It seemed to have suffered a backlash at the last moment, and the wronged souls in the seven-colored demonic light flowed backward and entered her body. Because the body of a Grand Witch had been in contact with souls for many years, it was extremely Yin. In an instant, she was already dead, but she did not die. She gathered the power of the seven souls that she had cultivated for a long time, and only remembered her last obsession in life — to kill Meng Fuyao!
She dragged Fuyao's feet and whizzed around her. Wherever she passed, Fuyao's body would be engulfed in poisonous flames. Meng Fuyao forcefully flung her away, tossed Yun Hen aside, and rolled on the ground. Once the flames were extinguished, she pounced on Yun Hen and continued running. At that moment, Fei Yan pounced on her again, kicking, rolling, tossing, and hugging her again.
It was a strange battle that no longer had the demeanor of an expert or a Grand Witch. It was a battle of life and death!
From the west of the island to the east, from the graveyard to the village to the shore, the journey was several miles long. Dust billowed and the sound of collision was loud. There were collapsed houses, trampled animals, smashed graves, and kicked trees everywhere. Smoke and dust and scattered stone chips were everywhere. The several miles long road was covered with the splashes of blood from the two people's struggle. The blood stains along the road were shocking and long!
Fei Yan no longer felt pain. No matter what injuries he suffered, he could continue to drag his broken bones and internal organs forward. He had truly become a maggot attached to a bone. Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, was still a human body. She was already injured, and she had to constantly shake her off to resist the poisonous flames. She also had to release Yun Hen to prevent him from being affected by the flames, and then she had to shake off Fei Yan to snatch him back. The amount of energy and injuries she had suffered was uncountable.
Just as they were about to reach the shore, she felt her heart beating like a drum, and she was sweating profusely. Her vision darkened, and her entire body trembled. If she had not held on, she would not have been able to hold on to Yun Hen.
Behind him, Fei Yan giggled. Her voice was no longer the voice that alternated between a man and a woman's voice. It was a woman's voice, but it was coarse and soft, pleasant and hoarse. It was as if the rainbow lights on her body were constantly changing, faintly changing.
"You … will die with me!"
"I am … I am the strongest Grand Witch in the world. I am Shen Kong!"
"There is … no one that a Grand Witch cannot kill …"
Meng Fuyao panted and kicked her away again. She used up the last of her strength, and her legs gave way, causing her to fall to the ground.
This time, she did not feel any pain. She looked down in a daze and was surprised to find that she was standing on soft sand. She was overjoyed. They had reached the shore!
She hugged Yun Hen tightly, afraid that he would be drowned by the tide. She looked up and saw that the ship was in sight. It was actually docked by the shore. She staggered to her feet and handed Yun Hen over, shouting, "Tie Cheng! Yao Xun! Lower the plank!"
Suddenly, she felt a pain in her leg. When she turned around, she saw that Fei Yan's sharp teeth had sunk into her calf. Fresh blood flowed out and dyed the sand red. She could not care less about the slap. She dragged Yun Hen and continued to crawl forward. Even though the wound had split open her skin and left a long trail of blood, she desperately pushed Yun Hen's body toward the ship. She shouted, "Hurry up!"
There was no movement on the ship. From afar, a man in a green robe looked over calmly.
Meng Fuyao did not remember seeing a man in a green robe on her ship. She focused her eyes and took a closer look. He looked familiar, and her heart thumped.
Wasn't he the man who fed blood to King Kong in the Tiancheng Palace? Wasn't he the man who sat cross-legged in the secret chamber of the ancient tomb in the Vast Mountains?
Although he seemed a little young, he had left a deep impression on her. That strange, wild, yet demonic, contradictory temperament was something she had never seen on anyone else!
Her vision turned black and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "The Heavens want me dead!" she shouted. Then, she thought about how she and Yun Hen were going to be buried on the beach. Her heart ached, but she suddenly woke up.
In a flash, as if she had a sudden inspiration, she suddenly felt the man's gaze.
Cold, indifferent, cynical, emotionless, and a hint of hostility and surprise … Hostility … Who was he hostile towards? That man looked powerful at first glance. Now, she was just a pile of dead dog. She was not worthy of his hostility.
Only people of the same kind would be hostile …
Behind her, Fei Yan raised his head and opened his bloody mouth. He laughed. "I am … I am the world's strongest Great Witch …"
Suddenly, she rolled away, her voice echoing across the surface of the sea. "No! You are not! "
Fei Yan was stunned. Meng Fuyao pointed at the man in green who was looking down leisurely. "He is!" Then, she scrambled towards the ship.
Fei Yan turned around. Her eyes were full of blood, and she could not see who was on the opposite ship. Her mind was in chaos, and she continued to chase while shouting, "It's me! Shen Kong Saintess! Witchcraft is invincible! "
Tie Cheng rushed over. Ignoring the man in green's reaction, he immediately shouted, "Lower board, lower board!"
The Witch God did not stop him. His eyes were fixed on the seven-colored light on Fei Yan's body. He was surprised and displeased.
… After not returning for decades, there was actually someone who knew seven souls! And so young …
The Witch God, who had always been supreme, invincible, and adored by everyone, had a sinister look in his eyes.
The board was put down, and the rope was thrown down. Meng Fuyao tied the cloud mark properly, and as she did so, she raised her elbow to block Fei Yan, who was pouncing towards her. Under the elbow, the bone that was previously fractured was further fractured.
After much difficulty, Meng Fuyao used her own body to pull the knot. Behind her, Fei Yan clawed at her, and her hand trembled, almost dropping the cloud mark.
Fortunately, Yao Xun and Tie Cheng had quick reflexes. They hurriedly dangled and reached out to rescue the cloud mark.
The cloud mark was sent up, and Meng Fuyao's hanging breath was released. Suddenly, she felt that she had no strength left.
Her fingers were trembling from exhaustion, and every movement she made seemed to be bleeding. Her heart was beating like a galloping horse, as if it could jump out of her chest at any time. She knew that if she did not rest, she would die of exhaustion.
However, there was no chance to rest now.
Behind her, Fei Yan was also climbing up the board, holding on tightly to her boots. Meng Fuyao did not have the strength to shake him off, and could only focus on climbing up. Tie Cheng threw down the rope, but she did not have the strength to tie it tightly. Tie Cheng was about to jump down when the Witch God waved his sleeve. Tie Cheng fell backward as if he had hit a wall.
But Meng Fuyao could no longer move.
She was paralyzed in the middle of the board, not moving or trying to climb up.
She stopped moving, and Fei Yan was stunned. Then, he heard her say clearly, "I admit it … you really are the strongest Great Witch in the world. No one in the world can surpass you."
She collapsed in the middle of the board, spread out her hands, and said calmly, "Come and kill me. It's worth it to die in the hands of the world's number one Great Witch!"
"Hehe!" Fei Yan laughed excitedly. He suddenly jumped up, dragging his broken bones, blood, and a mess of organs that had been smashed out by Meng Fuyao.
She jumped up, dragging her thick blood as she flew up. She did not look like a human, but more like a soul. Oh, no, seven souls.
The seven-colored light extended its claws, which did not look like a human's, and went straight for Meng Fuyao's heart. The force was enough to dig it out!
"Swoosh!"
A heart rushed out, round and bright red as it rolled in the air. Under the rising sun, it looked like a Seven Treasures Glazed Glass Heart.
It was a seven-colored heart.
A lively heart surrounded by seven-colored demonic light.
The heart floated in the air, neither sinking nor flying. Above the heart, the elegant man in the green robe gently pressed his hand against the void. The seven-colored light wrapped around his palm and flew obediently between his fingers.
He looked at the seven-colored light with satisfaction and said, "Oh, very good. It's a rather pure Seven Souls Art. However, it's still far from being comparable to me."
Fei Yan was still in the air.
There was a big hole in her chest. The soul in the hole had fallen into someone else's hand and was playing with it like a ball. She stared at the Sorcerer God. At the last moment, the seven-colored soul was taken back and the chaos was gone. She had completely recovered.
Then she recognized the person in front of her who was playing with her heart.
"Grandpa …"
Fei Yan's throat made a rattling sound, wanting to spit out a single word but unable to. The blood that had been held back in her throat suddenly gushed out at that moment, blocking all her words, blocking her last breath of life.
"Yes." The Sorcerer God glanced at her and looked up at the sky. "I am the true First Sorcerer in the world."
His gaze swept past the blood-soaked woman in front of him. He did not even bother to look at her.
Fei Yan stared at him. After a while, the corners of her mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.
No one knew what she was mocking at the last moment. Perhaps she was mocking the Sorcerer God, Di Feitian, who had killed her own granddaughter. Perhaps she was mocking the cold fate that toyed with the world. Perhaps she was mocking herself.
She had sacrificed her youth, her voice, and even her life. She had gone through ten difficult years of scheming in exchange for that person's return. In exchange for him calmly putting his hand into her chest, just to announce his First Sorcerer in the world.
The world was laughable. It had actually reached this point.
Finally, she opened her eyes and saw the blue sky as clear and bright as silk. The blue sea beneath her was the same color. The sunlight seemed to shine from beyond the clouds, reflecting a crystal-clear blue.
It was like a huge, illusory, and beautiful honey locust pancreatic bubble.
Life was such a huge void, yet it shattered in an instant.
It was just … a honey locust bubble.
"Plop."
With a dull thud on the beach, one of the most powerful women in the world fell. She enjoyed the incense of a country when she was alive, and the world worshipped her. Her name was Shen Kong.
= = =
Meng Fuyao was still lying on the plank like a dead dog.
The Sorcerer God leaned against the side of the ship and looked down at her. "Hey, kid, should I save you?"
Meng Fuyao hugged the plank and panted. "Don't … don't save me. I'm your … enemy. If you save me, you'll be finished …"
Di Feitian's eyes flashed. He looked at her with interest. "Goading me … but I like it."
He waved his sleeves and threw Meng Fuyao onto the deck. "This ship belongs to me from now on. If you listen to me, I won't make things difficult for you. If you don't, I'll have to treat King Kong to raw meat."
"I don't eat human meat!" King Kong shouted.
Di Feitian tightened his fingers. King Kong struggled in the hands of the Sorcerer God. "Eat … eat …"
Di Feitian turned his gaze and smiled gracefully. "Hmm?"
"Don't force me … I'll eat human meat reluctantly." Meng Fuyao sighed and pointed at the well-behaved Nine-Tailed Beast, who was now smiling at Di Feitian. "This … I have a ready-made one."
Di Feitian glanced at it and said disdainfully, "You have no personality." Instead, he looked at Lord Ingot, who had resisted King Kong's attack with his life. "This one is not bad. I'll take it to play."
He held Lord Ingot in one hand and stepped over Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao looked sorrowfully at Lord Ingot, who was silently pleading for help with his eyes. 'Kid, hang in there. When your master recovers, I'll definitely defeat you and return you your freedom …'
"Oh, right." Just as Di Feitian was about to enter the cabin, he thought of something and turned around. "I don't eat fish or vegetables, and I don't drink clean water. I can't cook meat or soup without spiciness. I don't like noise, but I don't like silence either. My bedding has to be washed and dried every day. It has to be made of cotton, no silk, and I don't like black. Change out of your depressing clothes later. Also, there can't be any women on the ship, except for beauties."
Meng Fuyao said weakly, "There's a cook on the ship. She's not pretty, but she's a master at cooking. She's good at cooking non-spicy meat and spicy soup. Other than her, no one else can solve this important problem. Do you want to throw her into the sea?"
Di Feitian thought about it seriously and said magnanimously, "Then keep her, but don't appear in front of me."
After some thought, he added, "Since we're on the ship, I won't mention another request. But when we reach the shore, remember to find me ten women a day. If they're good-looking, then five. If they're beautiful, then three. If they're devastatingly beautiful, then one will do."
His sleeves fluttered as he entered the cabin elegantly. Meng Fuyao sighed and crawled up from the muddy water. She rushed to Yun Hen's side to check on his injuries, afraid that the fight with Fei Yan had caused him to be tossed around and picked up again and again. Fortunately, that breath was still there, even though it was so slight that it could be ignored.
Meng Fuyao examined him carefully and realized that Yun Hen was not dead because he had not aimed his chest at the Seven-Colored Demonic Flame. On the other hand, he did not seem to have been pierced by the demonic light.
Perhaps Meng Fuyao had rushed out in time so that he could dodge, or perhaps Fei Yan had pushed him away out of embarrassment and anger. Whatever the case, it was a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, Meng Fuyao would not have been able to save him.
But now, he was only left with one breath. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a dead man. His face was pale and his teeth were clenched. His breath was so faint that it was impossible to detect it without careful examination.
Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, was overjoyed. She hurriedly ordered Yao Xun to bring all her miscellaneous items: the internal elixir of the Flood Dragon King, Zong Yue's medicine, and all kinds of rare medicines that the leaders of various countries had received. She did not bring anything else but a huge pile of medicines. She even caught the Nine-Tailed Serpent and forced it to spit out a quarter of its internal elixir. Lei Dong had forced the Nine-Tailed Serpent Serpent to eat a quarter of its internal elixir. That was why she was not afraid of Fei Yan's snake venom on the night of the Rakshasa moon.
Everything was carefully studied by Meng Fuyao to ensure that they did not conflict with each other. Only then did she pour them all into Yun Hen's mouth with high hopes. Yun Hen clenched his teeth so hard that the veins on his cheeks bulged. One could imagine his determination at the last moment. Meng Fuyao spent a lot of effort to pry open his jaw. Looking at his open mouth, she let out a short "Ah!" and her eyes turned red again.
His mouth was full of blood, and the tip of his tongue had been bitten open. In order to resist the intense pain, Yun Hen had almost bitten off his own tongue.
Meng Fuyao herself had passed through the seven-colored demonic light and was well aware of the immense pain it brought. Even with the protection of her Immemorial Qi, the light had left countless deep wounds on her body every time it passed by, let alone Yun Hen, who had pounced on the source of the demonic light.
She thought about the moment before she left. His face was deathly pale, but his words were clear. His movements to force her to leave were smooth and resolute. From beginning to end, he did not show any signs of pain from almost biting his tongue, nor did he show any signs of weakness from being seriously injured. How much willpower did he have to put in to stabilize his expression and make her decide to leave?
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, pursed her lips, and sniffled. After a long while, she forced the medicine down her throat. However, as soon as it entered her throat, it was immediately rolled up by blood and spat out again. Her body, which was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was already instinctively resistant to anything.
Meng Fuyao could no longer hold back her tears, which fell like rain on the deck. She stared at Yun Hen for a long time, then suddenly bent down and placed her lips on his.
She resolutely, disregarding everything else, used her teeth and the tip of her tongue to push the medicine back into his mouth.
Their lips met, but there was absolutely no romance or gentleness. There was only the slightly sweet smell of blood and the slightly salty taste of tears silently intertwining. Her lips on his were as cold as ice, soaked by the tears that slowly slid down her lips. It was bitter and sour.
She could not help but choke and murmur, "Please … please eat it … eat it …"
As if he could feel her tears, as if he could hear her whispers and pleas, and as if he was shaken by the softness of a woman on his lips that he had yearned for even in his dreams but had never had any extravagant hopes for, Yun Hen suddenly shuddered and swallowed on his own.
Then, the medicine that had entered his mouth was smoothly swallowed.
Meng Fuyao stared at him nervously, afraid that she would spit it out again. Yun Hen, on the other hand, was quiet and obedient to all her requests as usual.
She wanted him to live, so he struggled to live.
Meng Fuyao clasped her hands together and let out a long sigh. She collapsed in the muddy water on the deck, suddenly losing all her strength.
She collapsed beside Yun Hen, rejecting Tie Cheng and Yao Xun, who came to pull her up. She turned her head and smiled at Yun Hen as she swallowed the medicine in a messy manner.
Under the bright sunlight, a man and a woman covered in cuts and bruises lay on the muddy water on the deck. The man was deathly pale, while the woman was quietly looking up. Her green and purple clothes had been torn to shreds. Clearly, they looked worse than a mangy dog on the verge of death, but they were smiling brightly, contentedly, and happily.
At this moment, the wind and waves had calmed down, and the years were peaceful.
= = =
But soon, Meng Fuyao could not smile anymore.
The first reason was that Master Di Feitian was simply too torturous. He seemed to be born to test people's endurance and resistance to abuse. His personality was very wild and challenged human imagination. Compared to the extremely individual style of being prideful and being attacked by loyal dogs, being attacked by queens and being black-bellied, being attacked by ghosts and beasts, and being attacked by juniors, he was much more challenging and multifaceted. He could spend a quarter of an hour talking about which witchcraft was the most elegant to kill and give you an elegant demonstration. The next quarter of an hour, he would fly into a rage due to the demonstration (such as Nine-Tails) not cooperating. He would use offensive words that did not contain any profanities to continuously curse the Nine-Tails' entire family until the Nine-Tails fled in defeat, hating its mother for giving birth to a filthy creature that had a crooked nose and a slanted mouth despite being an exotic beast.
For example, he would not allow anyone to make a sound when he slept, and he would use the seven souls that he had retrieved from Fei Yan to take care of the person who made a sound. Thus, everyone could only sit in the dark silently and wait for the moment they dozed off. Everyone knew that the more they wanted to sleep, the harder it was to fall asleep. When they finally fell asleep, Master Di Feitian would wake up. At around one o 'clock in the morning, he would wake up to drink water, wash his face, work out, breathe against the wind for three thousand miles, and practice his Virgin Cultivation Technique. Thus, no one could sleep anymore.
For example, he did not allow anyone to make a sound when he ate, and he would not beat up anyone who made a sound. He would release that ball of colorful demonic light for a stroll, and anyone who heard it would feel their skin crawl and lose their appetite. However, they had to make a sound when eating noodles. Master Di Feitian had said that noodles should be slurped and eaten to one's heart's content. If there was no sound, it would not be considered eating noodles! If the sound was not loud enough, it would not be considered eating noodles! When eating noodles, the sound of ten people slurping should be equivalent to the loudness of one shout! Thus, every time she ate noodles, her ears would buzz. Master Di Feitian liked the cooking maid's noodles very much, so he often ordered it. In less than two days, Yao Xun's mouth was swollen … swollen from slurping.
The tough guy Tie Cheng was unwilling to be humiliated, so he put down his bowl and refused to eat noodles. Master Di Feitian was in a good mood, so he did not mind. "Don't eat it. When you are so hungry that you will involuntarily slurp when the wind blows, the noodles will naturally be slurped."
She did not mind being humiliated. She wanted to eat, and once she was full, her injuries would heal quickly. The lives of everyone on the ship needed her protection. Han Xin still had the humiliation of his crotch, so slurping noodles was nothing.
If Master Di Feitian wanted to torment her, then let him torment her. A good woman did not fight with a man. Besides, the ingot was still in his hands. If he was unhappy, he could crush it. Where would she find another one to compensate Zhangsun Wuji?
Her thoughts were completely focused on Yun Hen, which was also the reason why she could not smile. Yun Hen had yet to wake up. She had used all the elixirs she had, but apart from maintaining the aura in his chest, it did not seem to have any effect on his injuries. She did not hesitate to exhaust her own skills in an attempt to heal him, but witchcraft injuries were different from ordinary internal and external injuries. They seemed to have a deep impact on the soul. Even if she had the best medicine in the world, she could not make Yun Hen open his eyes.
Although he was not dead, he was weakening day by day. Meng Fuyao was burning with anxiety. She knew the severity of witchcraft injuries, and her eyes could not even see clearly! If this dragged on, the breath that she had painstakingly kept would dissipate.
She wanted to go back and find Zong Yue, but Master Di Feitian wanted to go to Qiong Cang, saying that he had planned to kill the Great Sea King and then challenge the Evergreen Temple. Who the hell would dare to call himself a god? He, the Witch God, was a god. A mountain could not accommodate two tigers, and the five continents could not have two gods!
On this day, Meng Fuyao was sighing and moaning, trying to infuse Qi into Yun Hen to heal him. Suddenly, a shadow floated by outside the window, and Master Di Feitian's cold voice sounded. "It's useless."
Meng Fuyao retracted her hand and turned to look at him.
This immortal fellow should have a way to solve this problem. However, after interacting with him for a few days, his cold personality made her lose the strength to speak.
Indeed, Di Feitian said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm busy and have no time to care about this. "
Meng Fuyao was silent. 'You are indeed busy practicing your Yang Cultivation Technique. Last time, you said that you could use an ingot to catch sharks in the sea …'
"I'm not in a good mood," Di Feitian said gloomily. "A hero has no place to use his skills. I haven't had a woman for a long time."
The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. 'You said that before you boarded the ship, just a few days ago, you had slept with ten women …'
"Find me a beauty that suits me, and I'll cure him." Di Feitian glanced at her and pointed at Yun Hen. "Otherwise, you can wait for him to slowly lose his breath in front of you … I can guarantee that it'll be very cruel, much crueler than him dying in front of you."
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes. 'You don't have to tell me, I know that kind of cruelty.'
Di Feitian's sleeves fluttered as Meng Fuyao sat in front of Yun Hen in a daze. The waves were calm, and the sky was cold. The ship swayed slightly on the sea, shaking the pale moonlight in the small cabin. Under the moonlight, Yun Hen's breath was faintly discernible.
Meng Fuyao stared at him, and after a while, she slowly placed her finger under his nose. She could feel that tiny bit of breath, like a gossamer thread, slowly lengthening and lengthening … Perhaps one day, it would be stretched to its limit, silently breaking and shattering between heaven and earth.
The moonlight was so cold, so cold.
= = = =
After resting for two days, the stormy period of the Absolute Sea Valley had passed. The ship moved forward, and Meng Fuyao calculated that after crossing the Sea Valley, they would reach the Dome of Heaven. When that time came, no matter where they docked, the first thing she would do would be to find a woman. No matter the price, she would find the prettiest courtesan. She was determined to make Master Di Feitian a hero, so that he would be willing to save Yun Hen.
She calculated the time. As long as they could successfully cross the Sea Valley, they should be able to find a woman before Yun Hen's breath dissipated.
The ship moved forward steadily, breaking through the waves along the way at an extremely fast speed. Meng Fuyao sat in the cabin beside Yun Hen, who was breathing weakly. She raised her hand and gently touched her face. She had disguised herself as a man for a long time, and had already imitated a man's expression and gait to perfection. Her pierced ears had already been fixed, and she had also made a fake Adam's apple. However, she did not need to look to know what kind of face was under the mask.
'Beauty … actually, there is still a beauty, ready-made … Does Di Feitian know?
Yun Hen … I'm sorry … forgive my selfishness … I want to wait for my last hope … I beg you, hold on for a few more days … '
Suddenly, the ship shook.
It was as if it had hit something!
'A storm?'
Meng Fuyao rushed out in shock. When she looked up, she saw that the sky was clear, and there was no storm at all. However, the ship seemed to have tilted a little. She rushed to the side of the ship, but she could not tell what was wrong. However, she felt that the ship seemed to be in deeper water.
While she was at a loss, the experienced sailors on the ship, who had been hired with a lot of money, were in a mess. Their feet stepped on the deck, and some of them quickly went down to check. After a while, they rushed back and shouted, "Oh no, it's been touched!"
"Someone touched the bottom of the ship!"
"Think of a way to block it!"
"We can't block it, the tenons have been washed away by the water! The bottom of the ship has also been damaged! "
"It'll sink soon!"
"Jump off the ship and run!"
"This is the Ocean Valley, where the water is the deepest. We won't be able to survive if we jump off!" someone cried.
Meng Fuyao's heart turned cold. She knew that the Qiong Cang people who were adept at swimming on the island must have sneaked into the water and done something to the bottom of the ship when she wasn't around. They had calculated that the ship would be fine at first, but when it reached the Ocean Valley, it would start to flood. It was obvious that they wanted to kill everyone on the ship.
She had thought that the underground room on the island was already a dead end, but there was still another obstacle!
The deck looked like it was the end of the world as the sailors ran around in panic. As the ship began to tilt, the panic intensified. To them, the Sea of Despair Valley was a forbidden place that they would never be able to return from. It was only because they were greedy for Meng Fuyao's reward and the clear weather that they took the risk. Now that the ship had started to sink, fear took over. Even though they were all experienced sailors, they still panicked. Even the guards that followed Meng Fuyao on the ship could not stop the chaos.
"What are you panicking for?!"
A loud shout rang out, causing everyone's eardrums to ring. They turned around in panic to see Fuyao standing on the side of the ship. The ship was tilting, but she did not move an inch. Instead, she shouted, "You know we can't jump into the water, so let's start the ship! There's a waterproof partition under the deck, so the water won't get in so easily! Hurry up! Let's cross the Ocean Valley before the ship falls apart! "
With a wave of her hand, all the guards, including Tie Cheng, unsheathed their swords in unison and charged at the sailors who wanted to jump but could not.
"Everyone, return to your positions. Whoever makes a ruckus will be sacrificed to the Ocean God!" Meng Fuyao waved her palm from afar, hitting a shivering guy who was already clinging to the side of the ship. He spun 360 degrees on the spot. "Bring out all your skills and continue!"
Her aura was awe-inspiring and her expression did not change. She stood on the side of the ship as steady as Mount Tai, draped in the golden sunlight, but her eyes were even fiercer than her gaze. When the sailors came into contact with this kind of gaze, they all trembled. Their hearts were filled with awe, and somehow their hearts calmed down a little. They all turned around, steered the rudder, blocked the water, dragged out the beds on the ship, reinforced the compartments under the deck, and delayed the sinking of the ship.
Seeing that their hearts had calmed down, Meng Fuyao returned to the cabin to help Yun Hen up. She found a strong rope and tied him to her back. Tie Cheng followed her. "Follow me later. If anything happens and the rope falls apart, remember to protect Young Master Yun." She said.
Tie Cheng agreed, and Meng Fuyao told him to go back and watch the sailors. When she turned around, she saw Di Feitian standing leisurely at the door, looking at her with a strange gaze. "Let me tell you a piece of bad news. If you soak in water with this on your back, you won't be able to survive the night."
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, and her heart sank. She almost blurted out those words, but Yun Hen, who was on her back, suddenly moved.
The movement was extremely slight, as if it had not even moved, but Fuyao felt it immediately. Surprised, she turned around. Yun Hen was still the same. The movement just now seemed to be an illusion, but it somehow gave Fuyao confidence. She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and raised her head. "Let's wait and see."
Di Feitian looked at her and shook his head. Swinging his sleeves, he walked away unhurriedly. Meng Fuyao looked at his back and thought that falling into the water was inevitable. Should she wrap herself around his back later? Would she be smacked to death if she wrapped herself around him?
The ship was gradually sinking, but it was still moving forward with all its might. The Absolute Sea Valley was said to be a V-shaped valley. It was the most dangerous type, but it was not very wide. The sailors tried their best to steer the ship, and when the water gradually reached the deck, they saw a faint black line in front of them. Knowing that it was land, they could not help but cheer in surprise.
An old sailor, however, did not look happy. He trembled and said, "My grandfather came here before. He said that the edge of the Absolute Sea Valley is close to land. When we see land, we will pass the Absolute Sea Valley. But the land that we see on the ship is often far from the actual distance …" He then hugged a wooden plank and jumped into the water. "The ship is sinking! Let's see our luck and escape! "
The ship was sinking!
The people on the ship had already found floating objects under Meng Fuyao's orders. The ship was sinking slowly, so that it would not be damaged by the toppled sails. Although panic was inevitable, at least they had time to prepare. Meng Fuyao wrapped Yun Hen with a few layers of oil clothes. Once they entered the water, they sank immediately. Carrying a person and the weight of the oil clothes made them too heavy!
Yao Xun and Tie Cheng followed beside her. Yao Xun carried Lord Ingot, while Tie Cheng carried Nine-Tails. When they saw her, they immediately swam over and helped her swim forward. The wind and waves gradually became stronger. Although it was June, the seawater was still bone-chilling. Qiong Cang was in the north, and the temperature of the seawater was below zero. Meng Fuyao was burning with anxiety. She could circulate her qi to resist the cold, but what about Yun Hen?
After swimming for a while, from the middle of the afternoon until the early hours of the night, the three of them were freezing cold. Finally, they saw what seemed to be lights in the distance. In their joy, they wanted to ask for help. Suddenly, a huge wave came crashing over, smashing into the crystal wall. Meng Fuyao's vision was a mess. She held her breath and dove down. When she looked up again, the dark blue seawater around her was in a mess, but Yao Xun and Tie Cheng were gone.
Meng Fuyao's heart tightened, and she subconsciously dove into the water to search. Another wave hit her and she retreated. There seemed to be something flashing in the waves, and she felt a chill on her chest.
She looked down in shock, thinking that Yun Hen's rope had been washed away by the water. Unexpectedly, the rope was still there, but a long white band suddenly floated out from her chest.
She was stunned by the strap. After thinking for a while, she realized that it seemed to be hers. Chest strap?
Chest band!
When did it get ripped off?
Was it hit by the waves?
How could the waves so accurately pry open her chest band?
Pry it open …
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around and saw a person beside her strolling in the water with a smile on his face. His green robe and white belt fluttered in the blue seawater like the wind. His posture was elegant, but it was a pity that the expression on his face was too devilish. He glanced sideways at her chest, full of admiration.
Seeing that Meng Fuyao was looking at him, Di Feitian smiled and swam over slowly. He raised his hand and wiped her face, removing her mask. Then, his eyes lit up.
Nothing could be said in the sea, but the look in his eyes was enough. Meng Fuyao immediately carried Yun Hen and fled. But she was carrying a person, and her injuries had not healed yet. How could she escape from the energetic Di Feitian? The old man pulled her hand and grabbed her. At the same time, he also grabbed Yun Hen in his hand.
Meng Fuyao panicked and tried to snatch him away with all her might. Di Feitian grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her out of the water. His fingers naughtily ran all over her body. He clicked his tongue and praised, "Beauty … beauty … such a beauty by my side, and I only managed to touch you today. What a waste …"
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows, but before she could say anything, Di Feitian laughed and said, "I've calculated it. You and I are fated to be lovers in the water. Let's do it here and now."
Meng Fuyao sneered. "Please, with an old zombie? You spoil my appetite. "
Di Feitian raised his eyebrows as well. What Meng Fuyao scolded was his biggest taboo. If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them to death immediately. For some reason, looking at this woman's wet body in the seawater, the curves of her body revealed after removing her corset, her voluptuous bosom that was on the verge of bursting out. She was like an enchanting black jade lotus blossoming on the blue sea. Her soft branches and leaves shone brilliantly. Her features were beautiful and heroic, and she had a noble air about her. It was a stark contrast to her enchanting beauty, but it served to set off her extraordinary elegance. She was truly a weirdo that he had never seen in his hundred years of seeing beauties.
How could he let go of such a peerless beauty that was noble and charming, wild and reserved, lacking in personality, looks, martial arts, and figure?
"Do you still want to save him?" After a while, Di Feitian sneered and pointed at Yun Hen in his hand. "It's just a pleasure in the water. You won't lose your life or suffer any harm. In fact, the Yang Cultivation Technique that I've practiced can even help you improve your skills. With my divine arts, I can make you feel like an immortal, allowing you to experience the unparalleled pleasure that no mortal man in this world can give you. You can even save this person. See, isn't this a good thing with no capital but great benefits?"
Meng Fuyao looked indifferent. Di Feitian continued, "This person sacrificed his life for you. Are you so selfish that you won't even sacrifice yourself for him once?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
Di Feitian pinched his fingers and took out a talisman from his robes. He chanted a few words and tossed it into the water. A small boat was formed, and Yun Hen was tossed up. He laughed. "How about it? I like it when both of us are willing. It's only comfortable when you give yourself to me obediently. I'll fight with you in the water today and save this kid immediately. "
Meng Fuyao remained silent for a long time.
Even though her soul came from the modern world, she had always been a very conservative woman. Under the concept that women in the modern world viewed chastity as nothing, she still abided by the creed of 'one must get the wedding night'. But now that Yun Hen had sacrificed his life for her, wouldn't it be too selfish of her to cling to that thin layer of membrane?
She had originally intended to be a passerby in this life and had never thought of giving her body to anyone … Since that was the case, she might as well throw it away … If she were to return to her previous life, she would still be a clean Meng Fuyao …
She turned to look at Yun Hen on the boat. To him … he looked like a dead man … No, she couldn't.
It was her body that was tainted, not her heart. No matter how precious that membrane was, it was worth it to exchange it for her life!
Meng Fuyao clenched her teeth and closed her eyes.
She raised her hand to unbutton her collar.
Di Feitian's lips curled into a smile. He carefully admired her beautiful posture, not wanting to miss a single detail. His eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement for the upcoming battle in the water.
He smiled in satisfaction. "That's right. It's just a body, it'd be a waste not to use it. Lending it to me in exchange for my life isn't a loss."
Meng Fuyao clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and remained silent.
Her robe was half undone, and a snow-white fragrance could be seen.
A lush white lotus bloomed in the sea.
Di Feitian's eyes shone brightly. He felt a little dizzy from the oppressive beauty and swam forward excitedly.
"My apologies," someone suddenly said. "My Empress has never lent anyone else."
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Erm, I would like to say that Student Longan is a real mother … at least a mother who will howl at the top of her lungs when there's a big abuse. (This abuse has to be in my personal opinion. Most of the abuse you guys have is not abuse to me.
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