323 Bloody Bread (1/2)

Chapter 323: Bloody Bread

Translator: TransnEditor: Transn

In the morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from a nightmare and saw Long Qing's face.

That face was so strange and dirty and so close to her that she felt very sad and scared. His eyes, which were no longer clean and bright but covered with dust, especially looked so cold and made her feel very uncomfortable.

”I'm leaving now,” she said slowly.

”You don't have to go. I'll go.” Prince Long Qing kneeled by her side and cried, ”Please, stop coming. I'm a useless man now. My begging in the street is not a kind of cultivation and I don't expect any magical blessing from Haotian. I'm just scared to death and not brave enough to face the people or any matters either. I'm just a rat in dark and I miss the days of being a tiger. I'm living on rotten meat and I just want to be alive.”

Lu Chenjia looked at him and thought of that man before who was perfect and young. She touched his head and could not help crying out, ”You don't have to live in the dark. You can live in a better way. At least you should live with me.”

Prince Long Qing lowered his head. It seemed that he did not want her to touch his hair. He begged her and said, ”But I don't want anyone to know that I'm alive, and if I were to stay with you, they would know it. So, let me be in the dark because no one there knows who I used to be.”

Lu Chenjia stared at him and gently touched his face, which used to be so familiar and so attractive to her.

”You are the only one in the world who knows that I am alive. If you forget about me, I would be a dead man. I dreamed that I stabbed you with my sword, and if I could, I would do it without a second thought because I don't want to be that Prince Long Qing again. I just want to live a simple life.”

After saying this, he stood up and walked out of the woods without looking back once. The sun rose and shined on the dilapidated temple. He stooped and went in. He stared at the wall that was covered with snow for a long time until he felt hungry, then he went to his bed to look for something to eat.

But nothing was left there. The half bread and half pot of cabbage soup were gone. They even took the precious pot away.

Long Qing turned around to look at the beggars in the temple and shouted, ”Who the hell took my bread. Give it back to me! Where is my urn? Where is it?”

Then he saw two complacent beggars whose mouths were greasy and he rushed toward them immediately. He tried to get his bread back but he was too badly injured to fight back and was easily beaten down. The last thing he could do was rolling on the ground painfully.

He coughed violently with blood coming out his mouth. The beggars in the temple looked at him without any mercy or pity in their eyes but took pleasure in his misfortune.

He wiped the blood off of his lip and climbed toward his bed in difficulty. He put his head between his legs and murmured painfully, ”I could have anything I wanted in the palace and be respected on Peach Mountain. Who would care about that damn half bread? You can grab my bread but you will never get any food from the palace. You son of a bitch.”

Lu Chenjia covered her mouth tightly and could not help crying. The tears fell from her pale face like dewdrops. Up until now, she had never cried, even when she was tortured by Long Qing both mentally and physically from the Wilderness to Capital Cheng.

However, after seeing this, she could not let Long Qing hear her crying. After a moment, she turned around and left the temple like a ghost with her Snow Horse. She was so sad that she was not even thinking about where she should go.

Soon after she left the temple, a new battle took place inside of it. Maybe the beggars did not like Long Qing, who was more dirty and putrid than them, or he did not get along well with them, or maybe his murmurings enraged them. Regardless, they again beat him badly.

A deep cut was made in his face and the blood washed away the dust that was on his face. Although he still had perfect skin, his face was eventually ruined.

Long Qing touched his face and then discovered the blood on his hands. He laughed crazily. He tripped one of the beggars with his right leg and took out the broken pot to maliciously smash his face.

A sharp piece of porcelain deeply cut into the beggar's face and stuck in his eyeball. His blood spilled everywhere and looked very horrible, making the other beggars scream.

Then, Long Qing quickly cut his throat with that broken piece from the pot.

”He killed that man!”

”Someone got killed!”