801 Laughing out Loud Part II (2/2)

The most painful thing for him was to not even be Ning Que's target. He believed that Ning Que may not even not know of his coming, being so close to the city.

And still he lost.

He looked at Chang'an in the distance and cried out.

”Ning Que!”

Since Ning Que entered the Second floor of the Academy, people had been enjoying describing them as enemies. However, at this time, Ning Que indeed didn't know Long Qing was out there.

He had no idea that Long Qing had been driven crazy by the black wind and of the two thousand soldiers who would have caused trouble, that had been hacked into blood and flesh.

His target was the Abbey Dean.

All the Tangs in Chang'an aimed at the Abbey Dean.

The black wind brought night to the world and blasted the Abbey Dean away as his podao's came down.

The Vermilion Bird Avenue was quiet. Everyone, injured or uninjured, were all looking at Ning Que's back.

Old Master Chao quiveringly asked, ”Is he dead?”

People on the street were all brave, but they would never want to face a horrible enemy like the Abbey Dean.

Ning Que shook his head.

People were all silent.

Ning Que said, ”Even if he hasn't died, he is a cripple now.”

No one responded to his comment.

Leaning against the wet walls, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi blankly looked at each other.

Old Master Chao paused and then said with a smile, ”Don't tease me.”

He walked towards the Eastern City on a crutch while shouting loudly, ”It's over. Go home and get the doctors here.”

Old Mrs. Chu laughed and handed the old blade to her little daughter-in-law.

They finally could confirm that the battle had ended.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi looked at each other and cackled delightedly.

The Tea Master chuckled.

Everyone burst out laughing.

Cheerful laughter gradually spread.

Laughter rang throughout Chang'an.

Yu Lian supported her Eldest Brother and walked to the street.

The Eldest Brother had been chased for seven days, and he had already depleted his Psyche Power. During the battle in the morning, they fought from the street to the sky. He was injured and fractured.

”Senior Brother, you looked taller than I expected.”

Looking at Eldest Brother's toes and finding they were nearly touching the ground, she frowned.

She was confused and in pain.

Even if she was a Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, when falling down from the sky, holding Eldest Brother in her arms, she was badly injured and the pain was intolerable.

Blood emerged from her slender ankles and her bones had been smashed into pieces. Her every step was followed by bones stabbing into the flesh and hurt endlessly.

She had to stop, sweating on her forehead.

The Eldest Brother got off her to hold her in his arms instead, walking toward the curbside and coughing blood.

When they finally reached the curbside, he put her down and said carefully and slowly, ”Junior sister, I'm not getting taller. You are getting shorter.”

Yu Lian nodded.

They sat on the broken threshold side by side.

The Eldest Brother looked toward the street and waved his hand.

Mo Shanshan didn't see them. She was looking at the street.

In the steet, Ning Que lifted his head and asked, ”Master, did you see it?”

A moment later, he added, ”What about you? Sangsang?”

Ning Que slowly sat down.

Knife sounds rang throughout Chang'an; they were sounds of blades returning to their sheaths.

His body was sizzling and it was the array-returning sound.

A vast amount of Heaven and Earth's Qi poured out of his body, returning to the streets in Chang'an.

He began to bleed, misting up with thunder.

These were disillusionment and rebirth.

Mo Shanshan walked to him and helped him up.

They also sat down on the broken threshold.

None of them wanted to talk. They just looked at the sky quietly.

As if enjoying the sight of a beautiful picture in the sky.

There weren't any pictures in the sky.

There were only two lines of steam there, coming from the iron cutlass' flame.

Steam formed clouds.

That was a character written with the cloud.

A big ”human” character.

It was suspended there for a long time before it vanished.

As if it had never appeared.