Su Li then asked, "Just now, when you went downstairs, why didn't you bring the Yellow Paper Umbrella?"
The Yellow Paper Umbrella's defensive abilities were extremely strong, able to resist the full-powered attack of a Star Condensation expert. In Wenshui, Chen Changsheng had heard Zhexiu mention this, but in these past few days, this umbrella had always been in Su Li's hands. Moreover, after that day in the snowy plains, he had always felt that this umbrella was a sword, and had never thought of this point. Now that he heard Su Li's words, he could not help but be stunned.
He honestly admitted, "I forgot."
Su Li sighed, "Truly stupid to death."
As the two spoke, Xiao Zhang did not move, Liang Wangsun did not move, and the people in the streets around the inn did not move.
Because the person speaking was Su Li.
In the past several hundred years, Su Li was the idol of countless people in the cultivation world, the sword spirit of the human world. He could be killed, but he could not be humiliated, because that was the same as humiliating the human world itself. At this moment, even the craziest Xiao Zhang did not mind waiting for a while.
The conclusion was already decided. Everyone in the world could be killed, and the only person standing in front of Su Li, Chen Changsheng, had already been defeated. The difference in strength between the two was too great — in the era when the wildflowers of the cultivation world first bloomed, there were four strongest people. Snow-treading Xun Mei had died on the Divine Path of the Mausoleum of Books, leaving three. Two of them had come to Xunyang City, so what could Chen Changsheng do?
A broken wall behind the inn could not withstand the gentle breeze and collapsed with a rumble. Dust rose once more. When the dust settled, the bishop of Xunyang City, Hua Jiefu, appeared in the inn. He looked at Chen Changsheng and solemnly said, "Sir is already unable to change anything, so why not let this matter end more peacefully?"
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and said nothing.
Su Li once more raised his right hand and patted his shoulder. Smiling, he said, "What kind of person am I? Could it be that a child like you is really prepared to stand guard by my side for the rest of your life?"
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning and struggled to move to the side.
When the carriage of the Liang Household arrived, he stood by the window. When Xiao Zhang's gun arrived, he stood in front of the chair. Even if he fell, he fell in front of the chair. He had already done his utmost. Now, at the final moment, whether out of respect or some other reason, he should let Su Li face this storm by himself, so he stepped aside.
Su Li sat on the chair, holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella. He looked at Xiao Zhang in front of him, Liang Wangsun on the carriage, and the people on the street. His expression was calm and indifferent, as if these people were just miscellaneous people.
The sky over Xunyang City grew somewhat gloomy. The paper snow had stopped, and a light rain suddenly began to fall.
The streets in the drizzle were completely silent. No one spoke for a long time.
Xiao Zhang tilted his head to look at Su Li, his eyes filled with an unprecedented focus and fanaticism, as if he was admiring an extremely valuable piece of porcelain, and soon after, this porcelain would be personally broken by him.
The white paper on his face was wet by the rain and slightly deformed, which made him look even more comical and terrifying. The next moment, he trembled slightly, and the sound of iron wire being knocked could be heard from behind the white paper. "How interesting. Even someone like you can die."
As he said these words, Xiao Zhang's voice trembled even more. He was very excited, and also somewhat perplexed — he was excited because he was about to personally witness and participate in an important turning point in history, but the reason for his perplexed expression was even more complicated.
Su Li looked at him like he was looking at a wounded little beast. He said with pity, "Every person has to die. You don't even understand such a simple principle? Everyone says that I'm somewhat interesting in your madness, but why do you seem like an idiot now? "
If someone else had called him an idiot, Xiao Zhang would definitely have immediately gone mad. He would not stop until he had tortured the other party to death, but now that he heard Su Li's words, he did not even get angry. On the contrary, his eyes became incomparably sincere. He said, "Look, if the people here today aren't bastards, then they're trash. Dying at their hands is so meaningless."
Su Li said unhappily, "Are you really an idiot? Dying at anyone's hands is meaningless. "
Xiao Zhang stuck out his chest and said, "What do you think of me? Dying at my hands is always a bit more interesting. "
Chen Changsheng could not help but ask, "Is this interesting?"
They were all saying the same thing, but they were not the same thing.
Xiao Zhang looked at him, his eyes suddenly cold, but his voice became even more deranged. He yelled, "Of course it's interesting! He's Su Li! How can he die at the hands of those trash? Of course he can only die under my spear! "
Yes, in the minds of many people, even if he could not fight, even if he was heavily injured and almost crippled, Su Li was still Su Li. In this world, he had never existed ordinarily, so how could he leave so ordinarily?
Chen Changsheng was speechless, but Su Li himself had something to say.
"I object." He looked at the crowd inside and outside the inn and said very solemnly and seriously, "No matter how I die, I don't agree."
The drizzling streets became absolutely silent once more, but the atmosphere was different from before. This silence came from astonishment. Not everyone had seen Su Li, and no one had thought that the legendary Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was actually this kind of person. In the final moments of his life, he still seemed so undisciplined and frivolous, without the slightest demeanor of a legendary figure.
"Objection overruled."
Liang Wangsun walked into the ruins of the inn and looked at Su Li in the chair. After a moment of silence, he bowed and said, "Ten-odd years ago, when you killed three hundred people of my estate, you should have known that this day would come."
Then he looked at Chen Changsheng next to Su Li and said, "Just now, I said that using a life for a life is the fairest thing. Not to mention that this life of his is the repayment of three hundred lives."
Su Li pushed his disheveled black hair behind his shoulder and said very unconcernedly, "Whatever you say."
Hearing this word, Chen Changsheng inexplicably thought of Luoluo, and then he thought of that assassination in the Orthodox Academy. He thought of that demon assassin, he thought of Black Robe, and he thought of that battle in the snowy plains. As a result, he still persisted in his belief that this was unfair, but he no longer had the ability to persist in his opinion.
The rain slowly fell, floating, like silk or a bowstring.
Several hundred gazes looked at the ruins of the inn, at Su Li in the chair. They were scorching yet cold, pleased yet respectful.
Su Li's left hand gripped the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but his right hand still had no intention of gripping the handle.
From the snowy plains to Xunyang City, through tens of thousands of li of wind and snow, dust and road, people had already confirmed countless times that the news was true. Su Li was indeed heavily injured and had no strength to fight, but still no one dared to look down on him. In the past several hundred years, Black Robe had personally arranged the most terrifying assassination of the demons, but it had still not killed him. How could such a person die so easily?
Miracle seemed to be a word that nature had created for a person like him.
The streets were deathly still, the atmosphere oppressive and tense.
No one knew when Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun would make their move.
Just at this moment, someone made the first move.
A stone soaked by the rain flew over from the street and smashed into Su Li's face.
There was a muffled slap.
A stream of blood flowed down from Su Li's forehead.
Chen Changsheng no longer had the strength to help him block this stone.
Su Li himself also did not have the strength to block this stone, nor could he even dodge it — a legendary expert that could kill a Demon General with a single strike and destroy a Star Condensation expert with a single glance could not even dodge a single stone.
The streets were still quiet, but the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat different.
In the drizzle came a burst of loud laughter.
Everyone looked over and realized that it was the Sect Master of the Star Mystery Sect, Lin Canghai. It was precisely him who had thrown that stone.
Lin Canghai looked up at the inn and laughed with resentment and delight. "Su Li, even you have a day like this! Even a dog knows how to dodge a stone, but right now you're actually not even as good as a dog! "
In the drizzle, Su Li's clothes were completely soaked, his face pale and blood slowly flowing. He seemed very miserable.
Seeing this scene, although everyone had come to kill Su Li, their moods were all different.
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(I caught a cold. If I'm still this dizzy tomorrow, I might need to rest for a day. I'm telling everyone in advance.)
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