strictlysupreme Chapter 142 Blade and Yingxing
Chapter 142 Blade and Yingxing
It was raining heavily, and Kafka stood under the eaves with an umbrella in the narrow alley of Taibosi. The dripping water in front of the eaves was like a continuous waterfall in front of the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain. She stared at the people walking slowly from the entrance of the alley. The man who came looked at it with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.
A minute ago, the sun was shining brightly in the Taibusi area, but the heavy rain came suddenly. The huge raindrops were like hard hail, hitting the umbrella with a crackling sound.
Fortunately, she had the habit of carrying a parasol, and there were abandoned shops in this alley, otherwise she would have been beaten by the sudden rainstorm at this moment.
It didn't matter if the visitor was Xing or someone else, but facing Jiang Fan, she still wanted to remain as elegant and perfect as possible. Kafka couldn't think of any reason why Jiang Fan had to come, but she wanted to come again. No matter what, Jiang Fan would be interested in what he said, or at worst, he would be interested in himself.
She deliberately got up early and put on light makeup to make herself look energetic, instead of the embarrassment she had when she was a wanted criminal. That kind of embarrassment could not be exposed in front of the man no matter what.
It's not that she wants to save face, but there are some reasons that she can't express.
Rumbling thunder rolled across the sky, and yellow lightning split the clouds, illuminating the man who was walking slowly through the stagnant water. The rain was pouring, and his clothes were clean and neat. He looked like he had just returned from a certain home. It was like a high-end tailor's shop. The turbulent rainwater flowed around him in the opposite direction, not even a leaf touching his body.
"..It's just as stinky as in the memory. That face makes people feel uncomfortable..." Sitting under the eaves, his fingers slowly passed over the broken blade of the ancient sword.
He lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the penetrating sword blade. It didn't seem much different from what he remembered, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that something was missing in his eyes, like a corner that was empty and a little dull.
"Ying Xing, you are no different from before. You are just a little younger, but your temper is still arrogant and arrogant. You look at me like a resentful snake. But there is no big intersection between you and me." Jiang Fan glanced at the blade and said casually.
He doesn't care about the symptoms of Ying Xing's current demon body, nor does he care about Ying Xing's attitude towards him. In a certain way, the intersection between him and Ying Xing is the so-called acquaintance.
When he first met Ying Xing, he was already considered an old dragon at that time, and it was the last year of his career in the Yunqi Army. In his eyes, the short-born Ying Xing and the little fart wearing crotchless pants Children are no different.
"Intersection...How could the proud Dragon Lord pay attention to the light of fireflies around him, just like the sun has never looked at the tiny stars." The blade whispered hoarsely, like a lit match, and the angry mood swings became more intense. , the violence belonging to the demonic body slowly spreads.
The demon's Yin body is a madness caused by accumulated emotions and memories. When he saw Jiang Fan's face and heard that indifferent voice in his ears, memories and long-preserved anger were like a volcanic eruption. gushing.
"The demonic body can make you forget many memories, but it cannot make you forget your hatred for me. It shows that your hatred and anger towards me are accumulated over time and are an obsession." Jiang Fan said.
"After A-Ren came to Xianzhou, the demon Yin body attacked very violently, especially when he saw your statue. It was almost to the point where my spirit of speech could not suppress it. Although I knew that when he saw you, The condition of the devil's body will become more serious, but I didn't expect it to be so violent." Kafka walked towards Jiang Fan holding an umbrella, his heels clicking on the water.
"I have no cure for the disease of the demonic body. Fighting fire with fire is not a good choice." Jiang Fan looked at Kafka who was walking towards him and looked at her white shirt. "Kafka, you know I choose to believe your reason, suppressing the demon body is not a difficult problem for you."
"Well, suppressing Ah Ren's demon body requires my full concentration, so I need you to protect it. When I seal it, what you want will naturally come to you." Kafka said softly.
"Wrong." Jiang Fan shook his head slowly, and the torrential rain suddenly became violent. "I need him to maintain the state of the demon body. Only when he is half asleep and half awake can I get the answer I want. Under the demon body, he will Like a beast in heat, it is the curse of fertility, but the immortal whip will make the beast less violent."
A low and hoarse male voice sounded in the rustling rain: "Jiang Fan... put away your arrogance... you know nothing about the weight of this sin... how can you escape from that heavy feeling..." .." The voice suppressed a certain emotion, a bit vicissitudes of life and pleasant to the ear, as if venting, accompanied by blood rising.
"That sin was the result of you and Dan Feng. There is no need to blame him." Jiang Fan looked at the blade who stood up and said lightly.
Raindrops fell on the eaves, and the heavy raindrops penetrated the bricks. When they fell on the body of the blade, they were as sharp as blades. The red blood mixed with the rainwater flowed to every gap in the floor tiles, and the rain curtain was like iron. It usually presses hard against Blade's body, making him unable to move.
This is the power of immortality. Every drop of rain is like a weight of thousands of kilograms of iron. The continuous rain is like an iron cage, weighing down the blade struggling on the edge of the beast. If If we weren't worried about the truth behind the Cloud Covering Chaos, then every drop of rain could weigh thousands of tons, and even carry the weight of a planet.
From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Fan's murderous intention towards the blade is more like a kind of anger. It is the anger and helplessness of the younger generation who is ineffective and the elders who hate the iron. Even though he and Ying Xing are just acquaintances, they can't stop Jing. Yuan and Dan Feng were both good friends with him. If Ying Xing was really sent to death, Jing Yuan would probably feel sad as well.
He understood that feeling, which was the sadness and emotion of an old friend leaving, as well as a sigh of helplessness, so he chose to keep Ying Xing alive just to stop the loss of friends in Jing Yuan's memory.
Jiang Fan stood in front of the blade, looking at the blood flowing out from the rain and the blade breathing heavily. His robe was torn open by the raindrops, and the dark red blood flowed down the skin into the water. , the blood vessels on his bare arms bulged, with a hoarse roar, and his eyes were filled with resentment.
Kafka remained silent and said nothing. He just raised his umbrella slightly and watched the billions of rain falling from the sky. It seemed that he was well prepared for the current scene and had no intention of stopping it.
Perhaps that is the choice and future in Elio's eyes, but it has nothing to do with Jiang Fan. He does not believe in the so-called fate. Destiny is ridiculous. It is a word that restrains the weak and a reason to elevate the strong. He does not believe in fate. , because he firmly believes that he can step on fate under his feet and laugh at its incompetence.
"I need the truth, the truth about the Fuyun Rebellion, and..." Jiang Fan inevitably paused when he said the man's name, "and the truth about Bai Heng."
Blade remained silent and did not answer. He just tried his best to drag the body that was riddled with holes by the rain and moved forward. He walked very slowly. Every time he moved a little distance, he would be weighed down by the heavy rain curtain. , the dark red blood had already soaked his robe, and the rain mixed with blood covered half of the alley.
"The reproduction of the Mingchi Clan has long been no longer a problem. Dan Feng's idea of using the magic method of transforming dragons to open up another way of reproduction for the Mingchi Clan is impossible. The wars in Xianzhou in the past thousand years have not been fierce, even if the fertile messengers Leading the army to attack Luofu did not achieve any results, but was suppressed by Luofu's army and was unable to move forward. Under the current battle situation, as a short-lived species, you have not yet exhausted your life span, but Bai Heng of the fox tribe is one step ahead of you."
"What is the connection between Bai Heng and Bai Lu? What is the reason why you and Dan Feng created the evil dragon? Is it just to resurrect Bai Heng or for the so-called secret of immortality?"
Jiang Fan lowered his head and looked at him. He could vaguely see Ren's eyes in the blood-like water. There was a hint of sadness in his violent ferocity. It was clear that his current state was that of a furious beast. The emotion of sadness was also How could it appear in his eyes? Could it be that even the most ferocious beast still felt sadness?
"Could it be that...what role does Bai Heng play in your eyes...the secret of immortality...and what is it?" Ren grinned silently, blood and rain sliding down his cheeks, and like Is crying.
"You are the Dragon Lord, so of course you don't care. In your eyes, you see Luofu and Immortal Boat. How can you hold it in..." Ren suddenly stopped talking and remained silent for a long time.
As the iron-like cage was released, his body was empty, and he just let himself kneel down weakly in the blood, lowering his head in silence, looking at himself in the blood puddle... What a messed up man. .Like a completely defeated lion.
"His demon body has faded, and I already have the answer I want." Jiang Fan raised his head and looked in the direction of Alchemy Division, where there were dark clouds and purple lightning roared.
"We will meet again." Kafka suddenly said.
Jiang Fan did not respond, but just looked up at Kafka before leaving, his eyes were intriguing. At this time, the heavy rain that shrouded Taipus suddenly stopped, and raindrops fell on the eaves, like endless threads. His back gradually disappeared from Kafka's field of vision, and the farther he went, the longer his shadow became.
Kafka suddenly took a step forward, and her high heels stepped on Jiang Fan's shadow's shoulder accurately. She turned her head and looked at the silent blade, and breathed out gently.
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"Life is limited. Before I burn out, if I can illuminate Luofu a little more, the people around me will be illuminated a little more. That's all I can do. In my eyes, there is more than just a fairy boat. Someone who needs to be illuminated.”