Chapter 1122 – Everything Is Fake (1/2)
Chapter 1122 – Everything Is Fake
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
'So it was you' was a sentence that was easy to understand. However, the following sentence, 'So it wasn't you', seemed rather more inexplicable, the connection between the two hard to decipher.
Any other person would probably be baffled and think Chusu was insane, but Xu Yourong understood what he meant. She faintly smiled, saying nothing.
The smile on Chusu's face also faded as he earnestly said to her, ”We truly do share a rather deep fate.”
His stench began to spread over the shattered mountain, as unpleasant as his raspy voice, making one want to vomit.
Chusu was the freak of the Longevity Sect while Xu Yourong was the Holy Maiden of South Stream Temple.
The Longevity Sect and South Stream Temple were closely connected. If one truly wanted to talk about fate and Dao, it would be a very long story.
Xu Yourong was not in the mood to listen to a story and Chusu did not have the time.
The ground slightly shook as scattered red rocks bounced on the grassland.
A dense collection of red lights appeared on the edge of the grassland, appearing like a sprinkling of blood.
These were the red eyes of monsters.
Several hundred monsters had surrounded the mountain under the cover of darkness.
”I can't beat you.”
Chusu shrilly said to Xu Yourong, ”But now I have many subordinates. Are you afraid?”
Just like he had said to the Golden-winged Great Peng, he had no teacher, relatives, fellow disciples, friends, or even a master.
He was the sole member of his species, and he was also malicious.
When he came to this grassland, he suddenly had many loyal subordinates. He was very unfamiliar with this feeling, but he enjoyed it.
He felt like he was the sovereign of this grassland, that an army would march with the wave of his hand.
He wanted to show off to Xu Yourong.
The Earth Monkey crawled to his side, its head lowered and its body trembling, seemingly out of fear.
Chusu felt very proud.
Xu Yourong calmly gazed at him in pity.
Chusu was very angry.
But he was not in time to order the monsters to attack.
The cry of a crane rose up from far off in the night sky.
The monsters raised their heads, so overcome with fear that they seemed to turn into statues.
The Golden-winged Great Peng opened its eyes to glance at the night sky. Upon sensing that familiar Qi, it turned its head to look over in absolute contempt.
She's not even married yet, yet you let him ride you every day. Have you no shame?
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In the drifting breeze, the White Crane landed amongst the debris.
A light blue robe, tightly bound black hair, and a simple ebony hairtie to hold it together.
Several years had passed, but not much had changed. Chen Changsheng was still dressed very simply and it was hard to associate him with the image of a Pope.
Chen Changsheng's appearance caused the entire world to fall silent.
The monsters fearfully and carefully began to retreat, not even daring to rustle the grass.
Perhaps it was because his Daoist robe was covered in the scent of a Black Frost Dragon, but also perhaps because some ancient monsters seemed to be paying him respect.
The fundamental reason for their silence was Chusu's silence.
He had been staring at Chen Changsheng's face the entire time. After staring for a very long time, he suddenly shouted, ”It's also not you!”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”Yes, it's not me.”
Upon receiving confirmation, Chusu was in a fine mood and found it hard to suppress his laughter.
”HAHAHAHA!
”It really isn't you!
”I was just saying that it couldn't possibly be you!”
He pointed at Chen Changsheng's face and laughed, tears streaming from his cheeks.
Chusu was so agitated that he had lost control of himself, because his mood right now was very complicated.
He had noticed how Chen Changsheng had changed over these last few years.
Star radiance was flickering in each one of his one hundred and eight Qi openings, while sword intent seemed to hover between existence and nonexistence beneath his blue robe.
What did this mean?