Flying Dust Chapter 79.2:
Bai Jingxi searched for a pea-sized seed from the mud and threw it in a porcelain bowl, “Then this time compared to the last time, do you think which time is happier?”
“This time.” He Yunfeng replied without any hesitation, just three simple words, but it made Mo Feichen’s eyes moist.
He is distanced from him by a hundred years, separated by Lianyun, separated by the same but not the same Jiang Hu.
He Yunfeng once said that he slept for a hundred years just to wake up and meet Mo Feichen.
“I can’t cure you because you hurt your qi sea. When the qi sea is damaged, the sword seed will not be able to be retained, and with the flow of internal energy, you will die of exhaustion.” Bai Jingxi threw another seed into the porcelain bowl, the sound shook Mo Feichen’s heart, making all hope fall to the bottom of abyss.
Mo Feichen opened his mouth to say something, but was held back by Lu Qingmo.
He Yunfeng smiled, “Life and death have their own destiny. If I can still live for a long time, I will want to go to the western region to get back the Lianyun Sword Seed and Eluoduo Sword seed, but when I have very little time left, I realize that there is only one thing that I really want to do and it’s very simple to do this one thing. It doesn’t require me to live for a long time.”
When he looked at Mo Feichen and smiled, time seemed to go back to that day when he woke up from the ice coffin and stood at the entrance of the cave with Mo Feichen in his arms, watching the clouds dissipate to reveal starlight.
Mo Feichen reached out and held He Yunfeng, his fingertips swept over his elegant wrist bone. Mo Feichen understood what he meant. As long as they were together for the rest of the time, it didn’t matter how long it lasted.
Lu Qingmo watched in surprise as He Yunfeng held Mo Feichen towards the door, but then smiled.
“Wait.” Bai Jingxi stood up, wiped his hands on a cloth towel, pulled out a blue porcelain vase from his pocket and threw it at the two of them, “Just because I said there’s no cure doesn’t mean there’s nothing we can do to keep him alive longer.”
Mo Feichen caught the vase and looked at Bai Jingxi.
“Maybe a year, maybe three years, with luck maybe he can live for ten years, remember to come and tell me on the day he dies so I know how long this medicine will last.” After Bai Jingxi finished speaking, he sat back to his original position and continued to dig out the mud.
Mo Feichen’s fingers tightly squeezed the porcelain bottle, he couldn’t believe that the other party would hand over such a precious medicine to him so easily.
“Thank you.” He Yunfeng said indifferently and walked out.
He looked up at the sky and sighed, “It’s really blue.”
Mo Feichen looked along his line of sight and smiled, “Hmm.”
“What are your plans?” Lu Qingmo laughed.
“Didn’t Bai Jingxi say? Since there may only be one year or three years, of course we are going to live the life we want to live!” Mo Feichen walked forward, hugged Lu Qingmo and said softly, “Please take a good care of yourself, Big Brother Lu.”
He let go of his hand too quickly, Lu Qingmo only caught a gust of wind.
In the midst of the yellow sand, several camels were walking slowly, the people on their backs covered their mouths and noses, they had run out of water and didn’t know how much longer they would be able to survive.
At this moment, one of them shouted, “Look, there is an oasis in front! There’s water ah!”
Sure enough, the wind stopped and a vague green color appeared in front of them; it fell off the camel’s back and ran frantically forward, falling several times, then rushing past as if its had no feeling, and came to a clear pool of water, and just as they lowered their heads and tried to hold up the water, scorpions-like poisonous creatures drilled fiercely into their palms in the calm pool of water.
They hissed frantically, trying to grab what was moving inside their bodies, but in no time they were paralyzed on the ground. At that moment, several men and women dressed in different tribe clothing came out.
Each of them carried a clay pot on their backs, and took out a grass flute and played it, and countless small worms crawled out from the paralyzed bodies through their skin and returned to the pots.
This is the location of the Blood Worshippers, a small oasis in the middle of an endless desert. In the desert, even the most oriented person would get lost in the unchanging landscape, let alone finding this oasis.
The palace-like building on the oasis is the Blood Worshiping Cult.
In a room filled with pearls and gemstones, Kemoluo smiled as She sat on a gold carved chair, her tongue licking over her upper lip, bloodthirsty and dangerous.
“Wen Qianliu, Villa Master Wen, Wen Shi Xiong —— you seem to have forgotten why my father sent you to Mu Yun Mountain Villa.” Kemoluo casually picked up a Western Region Hu Qin (a general term for certain two-stringed bowed instruments) and played it casually.
Wen Qianliu slowly opened his eyes, saw a room was a blood extracted pearl gem, chest a burst of stirring, turned his body, leaning over and vomited.
“Vomit ah? Looks like Wen Shi Xiong, you haven’t been back to the Blood Worshiping Sect for too long?” Instantly, Kemoluo appeared beside him, a kick over, Wen Qianliu hit the wall, crack sound, Wen Qianliu having difficulty climbing up.
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