Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er stood on the outskirts of the plains, gazing at the distant horizon and the sun that hung on the ground. Liu Wan'er said, "I heard that the sun in the plains never sets, so it's called the Plains of the Unsetting Sun … but what I don't understand is, if no one can come out of the plains alive, then who can see the sun that never sets?"
Teng Xiaoming gave a simple and honest laugh, but did not say anything. He knew that his wife was not really asking him anything, but was just in a bad mood.
"We actually let that wolf cub run into the plains with a person on his back … even if he dies in there, what do we do? Don't tell me we have to keep waiting? How can we be sure that he's dead? "
Liu Wan'er glanced at Teng Xiaoming and thought to herself, with her husband's tyrannical cultivation, if it were outside the Garden of Zhou, how could he have chased for so long without being able to catch up to a poisoned wolf youth? Of course, even earlier, Chen Changsheng and the others would definitely have been killed. For the sake of entering the Garden of Zhou, the price they had paid as husband and wife was truly too heavy.
Teng Xiaoming knew what his wife was thinking. He extended his hand and gently stroked her hair, comforting her, "I am willing."
No one knew that the mission of the demons infiltrating the Garden of Zhou this time was requested by the infamous Demon General couple themselves. It was because … they were tired of the endless war with the humans. They wanted to leave the army and return to their fields. However, they were very clear that the Demon Lord would definitely not agree to their request. In the entire demon domain, only the Military Advisor could help them achieve their wish.
So they found the Military Advisor, and then the Military Advisor requested that they enter the Garden of Zhou and complete this task — for this, they had forcefully lowered their cultivation, losing at least two hundred years of their lifespan. However, if they could complete this task and return to their fields, then it was as Teng Xiaoming had said: they were willing.
They were powerful Demon Generals at the middle level of Star Condensation. Even though they had lowered their cultivation to Ethereal Opening, they still possessed battle prowess that Ethereal Opening cultivators could not compare to. As people who had once climbed to the peak, they could now stroll among the hills as they pleased. Logically speaking, besides Xu Yourong, they could easily kill all the human cultivators in the Garden of Zhou.
It was just that they had not imagined that Nanke's two maids would cause so much trouble for the sake of fighting for merit, and even more so that they had not imagined that the human youth called Chen Changsheng would have so many precious magical artifacts on him. Even the valiant strength and willpower that Zhexiu had displayed had surpassed their expectations, allowing him to successfully run into the Plains of the Unsetting Sun.
Although entering the grassland would definitely lead to death, they would not be killed by them.
This was the edge of the grassland. The red sun seemed like it would never set, but in fact, it only set a little slowly. As time passed, two-thirds of the sun's surface was swallowed up by the endless weeds, and the sky grew even darker. Liu Wan'er said, "Let's wait and see how it goes. Let's eat first."
Teng Xiaoming gave a very honest grunt and put down the heavy burden on his shoulders. He took out some firewood and bricks and began to build a fire. Liu Wan'er took out this year's new rice and the clear spring water from Jade Spring Mountain. She began to wash the rice and cook, but when she saw the clear water gurgling out from the bottom of the pot, she remembered that this large pot had been pierced through by Chen Changsheng's sword at the lakeside.
Liu Wan'er stared blankly, and a sliver of anger finally appeared on her warm and amiable face. "Does that kid Chen Changsheng not know that smashing the pot and destroying the kitchen is the heaviest grudge on the continent?"
Teng Xiaoming gave a simple and honest laugh. "We want to kill him, so how could he care about such things?"
Liu Wan'er snorted like a young girl, and said unhappily, "In short, I'll remember this grudge. If those two girls can't kill him, I won't let him have it easy."
Teng Xiaoming comforted her. "After we return to our hometown, we won't fight with people anymore. Smashing the pot and selling the iron, if we can get some money, that's not bad."
Saying this, he took out another pot from the basket, took the rice from her hands, and began to wash it, preparing to steam it.
"What are we eating tonight?" Liu Wan'er asked.
Teng Xiaoming looked towards the grassland, and heard a faint whistling sound. He said hesitantly, "There should be quite a few monsters inside. Should I go in and catch a few? I won't go too far, so it should be fine. "
"Risking your life for food … we're not birds, and we're not humans." Liu Wan'er said unhappily. She then walked to the side of the basket, and after rummaging for a long time, she found something. She picked it up and said, "When I left, I brought the left attendant's left hand over. Put it on the pot, steam it, and dip it in the Zigong chili sauce to eat?"
Previously at the lakeside, in the name of fairness, she had cut off the hand of that dignified woman.
That hand was currently held in her hand, and there were still some traces of blood at the stump.
Teng Xiaoming took the severed hand, and washed it with the spring water. He opened the pot lid, added a steamer, and found a porcelain plate, and placed it inside.
"The two attendants are close to spiritual bodies, so the spiritual Qi in this hand is too abundant. I'm afraid it won't be easy to digest." He thought for a moment, and said, "Let's not use chili sauce. Later, add some apricot grass."
He had always been the one to cook at home, and Liu Wan'er was not very good at these things, so she naturally had no objections.
The water in the pot had not yet boiled, and it was unknown whether the two youths in the grassland were dead or not.
Liu Wan'er and Teng Xiaoming sat side by side on a rock outside the grassland, watching the setting sun sink at an extremely slow speed.
"It's been a long time since I've been like this."
"Mm."
"Seventy-three years ago, you were still a small soldier, so how did you have the guts to invite me to go see the sun together?"
"Mm … I lost a bet with a colleague."
Liu Wan'er glared at him, and said, "You're finally willing to tell the truth."
Teng Xiaoming thought for a moment, and honestly said, "I've already admitted it 441 times."
Liu Wan'er no longer paid attention to him, and leaned on his shoulder. She gazed at the distant setting sun, and said in satisfaction, "It's really beautiful."
Teng Xiaoming thought for a moment, and decided that he should lie here. He said, "Mm."
Liu Wan'er revealed a yearning expression, and said, "After returning home, we can sit like this every day and watch the sun set."
Teng Xiaoming thought for a moment, and felt that he could not continue lying, or else it would be difficult in the future. He honestly said, "I'll get tired of it."
Liu Wan'er slightly raised her eyebrows, and said, "If you look at me for too long, you'll also get tired of it."
Teng Xiaoming did not need to think, and did not lie. He sincerely said, "I won't."
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No matter how beautiful a person was, if one only looked at her beauty, then one would eventually get tired of looking at her.
Chen Chang Sheng still did not have this kind of life experience, but he had a lot to say about things like looking at the sun, because he would never get tired of looking at it. Every day, when he woke up at five in the morning, the sky was still not bright. After washing up, he would stand under the plum blossoms, next to the temple, by the lake, or on the great banyan tree, and watch the sun rise as usual. This was the happiest thing for him.
At night, he basically slept, and was very unfamiliar with the night, and because of that reason, he did not like the night.
Whether it was a fine night or a cold night, he did not like any night. Whether it was a gentle walk or an angry walk, he did not want it.
He was afraid of death, because he did not want to die.
He was not afraid of death, because he had thought of dying countless times.
Therefore, before dying, he could always release an unimaginable power.
The Black Dragon had seen it before.
The Divine Empress had seen it before.
Gou Han Shi had seen it before.
Now, it was his enemies' turn to see that power.
A sword wound had appeared on Liang Xiaoxiao's shoulder, dripping with blood.
The bodies of those two powerful demon beauties were covered in sword wounds. Their faces had long since lost their smiles, only solemnity and earnestness remained.
Chen Chang Sheng's left hand held the umbrella, and his right hand held the sword. His face was pale, devoid of blood. His true essence had already been exhausted.
But his expression was still serious.
From the beginning until now, he had always been this serious.
At this moment, he had to live even more seriously, to live for death to see.
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(It's the end of the month. I very seriously ask everyone to cast their monthly and recommended votes for Heaven's Chosen Diary. Thank you, everyone. In addition, that poem used for interstellar travel, I keep feeling especially despairing … …)
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