646 Advance to the Blizzard Silver City (1/2)
Afterwards, the eight could only drink the muddy water to survive. There was oxygen in water. Even the most purest Xuan cultivation could not last for seven days and nights without breathing…
When they were dug out, seven of them each had only one breath left and had fallen into a deep coma. Each of them had multiple fractures on his body, and didn't even have the power to roll his eyeballs… The last man was long dead. He was bitten and was missing many mouthful of flesh.
Everyone who saw this tragic situation in front of their eyes bowed their heads sadly…
It was obvious that the unlucky guy who died first had become the food of the rest…
A few days later, these people finally recovered a little. The first thing they did after waking up was to keep vomiting. And since then, they had some psychological issues. It must have been awful to eat their own fellow man…
This sort of terrifying experience could not be forgotten forever!
However, Jun Mo Xie exhausted his spiritual power to trigger the landslide. After coming out, he almost relied completely on Chu Qi Hun to carry him along the road. But Chu Qi Hun was still happy about it!
When he saw the collapse of the hole, he felt so comfortable like jumping into a river in mid-summer; when he saw the two mountains coming down, he even forgot to feel shocked!
He only wanted to sing then… it was too satisfying!
Who told you guys to persecute me so desperately? Well, isn't this karma now? Just for this, he would be willing to carry Jun Mo Xie for life, let alone a few kilometers!
More than ten days had passed and they did not encounter anything else.
They could finally make out the shape of the walls surrounding the Tian Xiang City.
Jun Mo Xie's spirit energy had recovered, but he stayed on Chu Qi Hun's back and refused to come down. Geez, what if I come down and he left instantly?
But as Chu Qi Hun, he of course did not stay for long. With two days staying at the Jun Family, he left. He was like a lone wolf that would not stay and rest for too long. He only wanted to drift alone, seeking his own path of thrills!
”I am always like a plankton without roots. I am used to this sort of lifestyle and don't wish to find a root at all. We are already lucky to have met, perhaps we won't meet ever again.”
Before he left, Chu Qi Hun had a long conversation with Jun Mo Xie. ”We are both real killers, you know, my identity is always a killer: this will never change! I like this kind of life, and I like the feeling of wandering all over the world. I'm not fit to stay in one place, so I will leave!
”I'm glad to meet you, the king among the killers. Unfortunately, your identity dooms you to be a killer in a real sense! So although your strength can be regarded as the king of killers, there is no dispute, and no one is qualified to disagree, but you have to remember your identity, you are not a killer! I am!
”So, I'm sorry I have to leave!
”I know what you want; I have an apprentice, and I'll arrange him to come to you later! I believe you still remember him because he assassinated you. I hope you can forget the past and treat him well. I am not only a killer, I am also a teacher.
”I don't care about the pursuit of the three Holy Lands, because I am being chased every day. It's just a little bit high profile this time!
”Maybe this time I can hardly escape the pursuit of the three holy places, but hiding away is not my habit! I am the King of Killers. Even if I want to die, I should be killed, not die in peace and silence. I would rather splash blood every five steps, but never be willing to live for the sake of living! It's my pride, I believe you understand.
”If I'm lucky enough to survive and feel tired again, I think I'll come and settle down for a few days and start my wandering again…”
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This was Chu Qi Hun's exact words. Jun Mo Xie could understand, he even felt respect and a bit envious.
With a sword in hand, hatred and appreciation is simple; when the deeds are done, wield the sword and is gone!
Alone for thousand miles,
Face the morning breeze with a single sword;
Laughing, satisfied in dreams,
Blood-thirsty when awake!
Swords ready to settle the hatred and appreciation,
Life and death is not about sentiments!
The soft sentiments fills the edge of the world,
And sincerity shines on the seas!
I will be a wanderer
leaving no trace between the heaven and the earth;
The cold moon will be the only company,
Withering branches blown around by freezing wind.
This was the life Jun Mo Xie wanted to lead. But his identity for this life dictated that he could not be satisfied!