Flying Dust Chapter 88.2

Flying Dust Chapter 88.2

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The Flying Dust Sword was dispersed from the inside, and Zhong Jun Sword was shattered and rushed backward towards Lu Qingmo and He Yunfeng. Both couldn’t help but let go of their hands.

 

Mo Feichen leaned back and was hugged by Jun Wushuang.

 

Kemoluo lay dazedly in the gravel.

 

“I’m going to kill all of you …”

 

“Zhong Jun Sword is invincible…”

 

“I will not die! I will never die…”

 

She struggled to get up, yet indeed she did get up.

 

Limping with one leg to Mo Feichen in front of her, with the hand that can still move, wanting to strangle his neck, “You die … then they all die….”

 

Mo Feichen tilted his head to look at her eyes. He didn’t understand what this woman wanted.

 

He didn’t understand what this woman wanted and what she was sacrificing all this for.

 

“Because she is the head of the Blood Worshipping Sect. After the death of Eluoduo, every Sect Master would tell his successor that you will break through the martial arts in the Central Plains to avenge Eluoduo’s past disgrace.” Jun Wushuang raised the corners of his lips mockingly. Mo Feichen then remembered that this was also what Jun Wushuang had been taught as the Mirror Water Sect’s Sect Master.

 

Kemoluo’s fingers eventually failed to pinch down, and she collapsed, breathing heavily.

 

The cold wind has raised the warmth, and it is almost sunrise.

 

The gentle sound of a grass flute drifted in, along with the ringing of a camel’s bell.

 

A man’s silhouette appeared in the sand blown by the wind.

 

Lu Qingmo sighed, “Bai Jingxi.”

 

With the sound of the grass flute, the compulsion crawled out from the back of Eluoduo’s neck and crawled all the way to Bai Jingxi.

 

He raised his foot and stepped on it without hesitation.

 

However, a gust of wind whisked by, and the compulsion was buried by the yellow sand.

 

Kemoluo’s body began to tremble, because of the pain and the coming of a certain moment.

 

Bai Jingxi knelt down in front of her and sat down, “I sent this compulsion to you, not in order to let you do something like this.”

 

“Then it was… for what?” Kemoluo’s eyes began to wander.

 

“To help you leave the Blood Worshippers.”

 

“I will never leave.” Kemoluo closed her eyes, the corner of her lips that trace of a smile as bitter as this desert.

 

Bai Jingxi picked her up and left a bamboo tube for Mo Feichen, “It will help you find a place to hide Qu Xi Ruo.” After that, he turned around and left.

 

He helped Kemoluo onto the camel and walked through the dust and wind, not knowing where to go and not caring where to go.

 

Lu Qingmo took the bamboo tube and opened the lid, a small insect flew out, and inside there was a thin and long thread embedded in the bottom of the bamboo tube. They followed the little worm and went forward, passing through the ruins of the Blood Worshipping Sect and seeing a desert.

 

The bug flew downward, and seemed to be trying very hard to burrow into the gravel.

 

“It’s down there!”Mo Feichen realized what was going on and started digging through the sand. The other three also followed him and soon revealed a layer of iron sheet.

 

Prying open the metal box, Qu Xiruo was lying inside.

 

Mo Feichen dragged her out and checked her pulse, only to find that it was no longer rising and falling.

 

“How can this be, we have gone to great lengths to save you…” Mo Feichen hugged her, remembering Qu Shaofeng’s last words and Wu Qingyen’s eyes… But he thinks everyone knows that a normal person who is sealed in this confined space for so long, how can he or she still be alive?

 

“Don’t be anxious, Kemoluo will not let Ms. Qu die.” Lu Qingmo’s finger pressed on Qu Xiruo’s neck, and Bai Jingxi gave Gu Worm crawl down. Then they only see another worm crawling out of Miss Qu’s nasal cavity.

 

As if she had been holding her breath and was finally able to breathe, Miss Qu’s chest rose and fell violently and she suddenly opened her eyes.

 

“Xiruo——” Mo Feichen almost wept with joy and hugged Miss Qu in her arms.

 

She was so weak that she hadn’t taken in a drop of water for many days. He Yunfeng and Mo Feichen had transferred some of their internal energy to her, and only then did she manage to hold on.

 

Luckily, in the middle of the desert, the camels had nowhere else to go. They had been lying on their backs not far from the oasis, and were the only witnesses to the events of this night.

 

He Yunfeng whistled, and the camels got up and came over. He took down the dry food and shared it with the others.

 

Qu Xiruo was so weak that she only ate a few bites. When she came to her senses, the first thing she asked was not where she was or what had happened, but how Li Du was doing.

 

This made Mo Feichen can’t help laughing, this brother of his risked his life to go deep into the desert, but in the end, this sister didn’t even have a word of concern.

 

“Don’t worry, as long as we can go back to the Central Plains, I will subsidize Master Li’s eight sedan chairs for him to marry you!”

 

They are really too tired.

 

Mo Feichen leaned on the rocks behind him, and his eyelids began to fight, “Finally, I can rest for a while…”

 

In the middle of the desert, the wreckage of the Blood Worshipping Sect did not feel broken and the desolate under the morning sun, as if something would break out of the ruins.

 

He Yunfeng handed the water bag to Mo Feichen, who lazily took a sip and fell asleep.

 

The wind and the sand no longer have that sharp feeling of smoothing everything out.

 

“This is really good …” Mo Feichen murmured.

 

Whether it’s He Yunfeng, Jun Wushuang or Lu Qingmo, they’re all alive and well, and they’re all by his side right now.

 

He suddenly remembered Zhang Wuji once said that his happiest time was on the Ice Fire (Binghuo) Island, when his heart misses four women are at his side.

 

Perhaps at this moment, it is his Mo Feichen ice fire island.

 

He just wanted to close his eyes to realize, sit together in harmony, no disputes, then no Jiang Hu.

 

 

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