Flying Dust Chapter 76.1

Flying Dust Chapter 76.1:

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Seeing the two of them hugging, he stopped his step, a trace of helplessness passed through his eyes and then he smiled lightly.

 

He Yunfeng’s hair swept across Mo Feichen’s face. He turned his head and saw that He Yunfeng’s face was thin and worn out, but still as warm as jade.

 

He Yunfeng pressed his head into his embrace and rested his chin on top of his head.

 

“It’s so good that you’re fine…”

 

Mo Feichen raised his head, and the eyelids of He Yunfeng showed a deep fatigue. Mo Feichen’s fingers stroked up to He Yunfeng, and then he suddenly dragged him on the side of the face and kissed him furiously, without any thoughts and forgetting where he was, Mo Feichen so drowned in the He Yunfeng miss.

 

He reached out and held onto He Yunfeng’s shoulders. Even if the other side’s kiss suffocated him, he didn’t want to let go.

 

He took a breath and turned his head sideways to see Jun Wushuang leaning against the doorway of the room.

 

The other party seems to have regained some blood color with a cold smile on his lips, “You, letting go just like this is too easy, so you could not get anything at all.”

 

“Don’t tell me, I have to be like you? You know exactly that you can’t get anything, but you still stubbornly refuse to let go?”

 

He Yunfeng slowly withdrew from Mo Feichen’s lips, his lips touching his slightly closed eyes.

 

“Where in the world have you been? I thought … I couldn’t find you.”

 

He Yunfeng, this question let Mo Feichen freeze; suddenly did not know how to answer.

 

“I’m in… I….” He Yunfeng’s eyes had too much cherish and fondness in them, so Mo Feichen couldn’t open his mouth to say a word.

 

A burst of laughter spread from the distance, and Jun Wushuang walked past him, his expression as if he was secure in the knowledge that he has but the curve of his mouth was sad and cold, “Why don’t you tell him that you’re at my place?”

 

He Yunfeng’s eyes turned to the past, his gaze coalesced with a cold aura, so sharp that he seemed to be able to hear the sound of tearing, “He is in your place?”

 

Mo Feichen hugged him tightly but couldn’t hold him back and could only follow him step by step as he approached Jun Wushuang.

 

“Yes, he is at my place.” Jun Wushuang maintained that stance as if He Yunfeng’s anger was nothing but a breeze to him.

 

“What have you done to him?” He Yunfeng’s voice dropped suddenly, and Mo Feichen saw the murderous intent spilling out of his eyes, pressurizing the air so that no one could breathe.

 

“All the things you have done to him I also did…”

 

The words have not yet fallen; Shi Ji Sword rushed out like a roaring irrational giant wave.

 

Mo Feichen’s mouth opened wide as he tried to rush over.

 

Jun Wushuang closed his eyes.

 

The Qing Luan sword rushed out and tried to wring out Shi Ji Sword, but the sword’s momentum was torn apart like a thin veil.

 

Dang Xiao Sword blocked him and dragged Jun Wushuang by his hands.

 

The room behind them was crushed and smoke dispersed.

 

 

Mo Feichen gasped for breath as he searched for their silhouettes in the smoke.

 

“Jun Wushuang! Big brother!” He wanted to run over but was grabbed by He Yunfeng.

 

Mo Feichen raised his head to meet He Yunfeng’s incomprehensible gaze that seemed to understand what froze (stay) in place.

 

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated and a mouthful of blood spurted out as he supported himself on the ground with one hand.

 

Jun Wushuang snorted a laugh and stood up from his side and said sarcastically, “Seniors’ breadth of mind is really admired by Jun Mou. You obviously want to kill me with a thousand knives, but still sacrifice your life to save me because he can’t bear to part with me, is that right?”

 

Jun Wushuang did not raise his head to stabilize his true qi.

 

Jun Wushuang once again looked at He Yunfeng and said in a loud voice, “Are you suffering from internal injuries? Otherwise, with your strength, that sword would have not only injured us a little, but we would die together. That’s better, the person who Feichen likes, beside you, if no one survive, then should I say that Senior He Yunfeng you are not to be inferior in any aspects (idiom) [to surpass / to outdo / (derog.) to be even worse] .You are more suitable than me that Master Wu Liang’s book {The Wise Mantra for Clearing the Heart}.”

 

“Don’t say it any more! You go away! I don’t want to see you ah!” Mo Feichen roared out.

 

“Do you like him, Feichen?” He Yunfeng nodded his head and resumed the same kind of calmness.

 

Those words were like a huge whack on Mo Feichen’s heart, it forced him to lose his strength. If not for He Yunfeng’s tugging on his wrist, he suspected that he would have really sat on the ground.

 

“Feichen?” He Yunfeng spoke out again. It felt like he was in the valley of Kun Yun Mountain when he asked him if he was willing to build a hut together.

 

Mo Feichen swallowed his saliva and exhaled a breath, so his confused thoughts gradually cleared up.

 

He has been escaping and keeps comforting himself but things that really exist, therefore how could he deny it?

 

The ending is no longer important, he wanted to take a breath.

 

“I indeed… do like Jun Wushuang.”

 

Mo Feichen, these sentences from him made Jun Wushuang’s expression stunned, his slightly mocking smile slowly closed; his fingers unnaturally trembling. He did not think Mo Feichen would say this sentence in front of He Yunfeng.

 

But he was not happy at all and even began to fear.

 

That way, Mo Feichen …. seemed to be unable to hold it any longer.

 

He Yunfeng’s expression was calm, even when he opened his mouth, his tone was very clear, “But I think it’s more suitable for you, do you like him (LQM)?”

 

“Big brother, I like him too.”

 

Looking down, these words made him want to be happy but he couldn’t smile and even his eyes seemed to have tears falling from them.

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