Chapter 256 (2/2)

”How can we make tasty food in the Wilderness!”

Ning Que drank the soup in the bowl and began to eat the fish. He then said vaguely, ”The one back home never made any tasty food. It all has the same taste, and I'm already tired of it.”

Mo Shanshan sensitively noticed that the word he used was ”one” instead of ”handmaiden”, so she became even more silent. After a moment, she raised her head with a strong will and earnestly looked at him, saying, ”I will make it better.”

When they were done drinking and eating, Ning Que continued fis.h.i.+ng on the stone beside the lake. After being immersed in water for such a long time, the willow branch in his hand had already grown white and there was no hook nor bait on its tip. Except for some mischievous fish that occasionally touched it, no other fish showed any interest in it at all.

Mo Shanshan spread the volume out and began to write not far away from him. The brilliant winter sunlight, which was reflected by the Snow-capped Peak around Daming Lake into the verdant valley, looked warm and glorious.

When he got bored while fis.h.i.+ng, Ning Que would occasionally leave the stone and come to see what the girl was writing. After making some comments, he would then write some characters and listen as the girl made comments.

They were both calligraphy enthusiasts and were not afraid of boredom. In this isolated verdant valley, they sometimes wrote and appreciated each other's calligraphy and sometimes appreciated the lake view. Time moved slowly and nothing special happened.

Of course, most of the time, Ning Que was still fis.h.i.+ng beside the lake.

The big tactical array outside of the verdant valley had totally faded, which allowed the cold air from outside and the rejuvenated vitality of spring from inside to collide. It was now the exact peak of the vitality and the broad-leaved forest beside the lake had grown out numerous green leaves so marvelously in a short time, which were comfortably waving in the wind.

When spring reached its peak, people would feel sleepy due to the warmth. So Ning Que, holding that willow branch, unknowingly went to sleep.

He woke up abruptly and raised his head to look at his surroundings. Yet before his eyes, there was no peaceful and beautiful Daming Lake, nor Mo Shanshan. What he saw was only desolation.

He was in the Wilderness again, the land that only appeared in his dreams instead of in reality.

The Wilderness that he saw now was not covered with corpses and blood, nor did it have fearful people looking up at the sky, the indifferent butcher and wine drinker, or that big and tall figure.

What it had was merely chilly air, the desolate and dark Wilderness, and the faint caws of a black crow in the distance.

Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction of the crow. What he saw was not black crows all over the sky, but only three columns of dark smoke stably hanging in front of the Wilderness. The smoke coldly looked in his direction, as if it had life.

It reminded him of a previous dream, the dream in the journey. In that dream, he also saw a similar scene and somebody said beside him, ”It's getting dark”.

It was getting dark.

Looking at the three columns of dark smoke far away, Ning Que suddenly felt chilly, and frost gradually appeared on his eyelashes. He felt his clothes become thinner because he finally saw the real appearance of those three columns of dark smoke.

It was not smoke, but numerous rays of light or perhaps fragments of light. Black light and fragments of black light converged to make the darkest smoke in the world, as if it could devour all other light.

Out of fear, he subconsciously waved his hand, wanting to break and disperse the dark smoke with the willow branch. But the next moment, he found the willow branch had turned into the big black umbrella.

”Poof!” The big black umbrella quickly unfolded and covered his body.

And all of a sudden, he felt much safer.

Beside Daming Lake, Ning Que was struggling to break the realm.

On the snow cliff about 10 miles away from Daming Lake, Prince Long Qing, who took on the bet with Ning Que of breaking a state at the cost of his future life, had stepped on the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State.

With only one foot on the threshold, he could not maintain his stability. It was like he was standing at the boundary of two worlds, so he might go forward or backward. Stepping forward, he would embrace the Haotian Divine Light, and backward, he would degenerate.

Prince Long Qing had been sitting quietly on the snow cliff for quite a long time. The blizzard on Tianqi Mountain had blown thick snow onto the right side of his body, which looked like armor, yet the left side of his body remained in the verdant valley. With one part of his body shrouded by snow and the other part by vitality, he really looked strange.

Suddenly, he stood up and calmly flipped the snow off of his body, caring nothing about escaping the cliff of enlightenment. He just slowly went below the cliff and caught a white sheep.

And then, he let the sheep go.

Against the verdant valley and facing the Snow Mountain, he was immersed in his thought as if feeling something. The verdant green in the valley crept up along the cliff like vines, and in the snow under his feet, green gra.s.s gradually appeared, which was as numerous as the stars.

If you wanted to break a fence, why trap yourself inside the fence?

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