48 Long Fengges Death (1/2)
Dragon Continent Calendar, Year 7630. Spring.
Long Kingdom, Cerulean Capital.
Inside the Royal Palace.
”Fengge…” Zhi Ruo's flawless, beautiful face was streaked with tears. With each passing moment, she saw the dim light fading away from the golden eyes of her most treasured man.
Like that, hours passed. Hugging his soulless body, Zhi Ruo wouldn't let go no matter how hard the other members of the Secret Legion pulled her. Upon taking a clear look at the unmoving handsome face of Long Fengge, she blacked out.
”Sister Ruo!” Fatty Wei screamed in fear. Swiftly, he appeared before the scarlet-robed beauty's location, and he barely caught her before she fell to the hard floor.
Biting his lips, Fatty Wei's eyes drooped in sorrow. This was undoubtedly the most heartwrenching day of his entire life. Summoning his spatial treasure, he retrieved the corpse of his best friend. No matter how hurt he was, he had to give his sworn brother a funeral. It would be a secretive one, however. In the entire life of Long Fengge, he had never liked to be under the public's eye, but his situation had forced him to be.
Recalling how Long Fengge had dragged him out of hell singlehandedly, Fatty Wei couldn't hold back his hot tears. In the future, his life wouldn't ever be the same.
The Secret Legion was assembled to house the friends of Long Fengge who had lost their way. However, after this day, it could no longer be his home. Fatty Wei was loathing toward this little brother of his best friend; however, he knew that death was what Long Fengge wanted.
Staring at the mindlessly-kneeling Long Bohai, Fatty Wei was furious, but he had to respect the last wishes of his best friend. With a cold voice, he stated, ”You're the emperor of the Long Kingdom now. Get up, it's unbefitting for the emperor to keep kneeling.”
Picking up the unconscious Zhi Ruo, Fatty Wei was prepared to carry her back to the Prime Minister's estate, but he was stopped by ten eye-catching cultivators.
”What is it, Brother Aiguo?” Glaring at the tall, formidable man standing in the center, Fatty Wei was confused.
Blocking the route of the chubby fatty, the hydra-attired Chan Aiguo leisurely smiled while pointing his long fingers, ”Leave Sister Ruo here.”
”Explain, now.” Suddenly, Fatty Wei's eyes turned fiery, and his round face bore unsurpassed maliciousness. As an experienced fighter, he could straightforwardly discern the sinister gaze of Chan Aiguo. Staring at the group of ten, he counted six men and four women. In the Secret Legion, these were his dear brothers and sisters.
Along with his words, numerous Secret Legion members went to support him. In the entire Eastern World, no one could stand up to the unbelievable might of the Secret Legion: every member was a revered national cultivator.
Smiling at the loyal best friend of the Secret Legion's master, Chan Aiguo lightly laughed, ”Step aside, there's no big reason. From the beginning, Sister Ruo should have belonged to me and not that stubborn Long Fengge.”
Hearing the disrespectful words of Chan Aiguo, Fatty Wei roared, ”You f*cking bastard, Chan Aiguo. Have you forgotten everything that Fengge has done for us?”
Cuddling the right arm of the formidable Chan Aiguo, a breathtaking aqua-robed woman called Rong Jiayi sneered, ”So what that he once helped us in the past? We were never in his eyes. Long Fengge was lost in his own world.”
Attached to Chan Aiguo's other arm, a slender blonde beauty giggled, ”Yeah, what use is a man if he doesn't love the women he once saved? Fengge is incapable!”
In secret, the slender Que Nuying had different thoughts, ”I have to settle for Brother Chan, he's the next best thing. Furthermore, he's the strongest man in the Secret Legion now.”
With her averse seductive face, Que Nuying noiselessly sighed, ”Fengge would treat that obnoxious slut, Zhi Ruo, different compared to other women. It's not fair! We all loved him!”
”Shut the f*ck up! No matter what, he never let others wrong us!” Fatty Wei's round face was blood-red listening to these words insulting his best friend. Gnashing his teeth, he delicately laid the unconscious Zhi Ruo on the floor. Cracking his large fists, he would kill these ten ungrateful bastards and serve them on a platter to the dogs.
Cocking his head, Chan Aiguo smiled, ”Fatty Wei, I respect your loyalty. In light of that, I will offer you a high position in the new Secret Legion as my right-hand man. How's that sound?”