amaotonovel Chapter 169 What kind of scumbag remarks are these?
Chapter 169 What kind of scumbag remarks are these?
What kind of scumbag talk is this?!
No, he knew that women of the martial arts world were not bound by formalities and could not be judged by worldly standards.
But to ask for a man like that, with the tone of someone picking and choosing cabbages...
Sigh, is he just too outdated?
Are you out of touch with the thinking of today's young people?
The little girl across the campfire, seeing his scrutinizing gaze, gave him an innocent smile.
The old man was filled with embarrassment and felt so awkward that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to dig himself out.
He really wanted to ask the little girl, "Where does a girl's modesty come from?"
"You... why don't you want to have feelings for him? Don't ordinary women all want to marry a loving and devoted husband?"
"This is too much trouble!"
The old man suspected that if there had been cigarettes around, the girl would have crossed her legs, flicked the ash, and complained to him about how men couldn't handle such things.
Just imagining the scene makes the old man feel emo.
“I once heard an older sister say, ‘You can’t outmaneuver a powerful man, you can’t afford to mess with a man you know too well, and you’re not interested in a man who’s too eager to get close to you.’ Grandpa, don’t you think that makes a lot of sense?”
What makes sense? What kind of scumbag woman's remarks are these?!
"It's so hard to find friends who are compatible and get along well. If you go from being friends to lovers, you might not even be friends anymore. Besides, emotional debts are the hardest to repay, especially those who came along with ulterior motives from the beginning. You can sleep soundly with peace of mind."
I wouldn't feel bad even if you killed him!
Fei Xi silently added a sentence in her heart, but on the surface she smiled innocently as she looked at the old man who was choked by her words, hesitant to speak, and extremely conflicted.
"You... hey, don't kill anyone."
"Relax, relax, I'm a doctor too."
Fei Xi, who immediately understood what the old man meant, nodded with a smile.
The old woman seemed to be very familiar with the customs of the Taoist sect, and was not at all surprised by her shocking remarks.
And he even reminded her to get some contraceptive pills or something.
Watching the old man's face change like a palette of colors, Fei Xi suppressed her teasing and picked up her left hand to take his pulse.
Before she could switch from her left hand to her right, footsteps could be heard outside the cave.
Three golden butterflies, each about half the size of a palm, fluttered up and down between her fair and slender palm.
The elegant young man, as graceful as the wind, smiled and gently extended his hand to her as soon as he entered the cave.
Fei Xi, as if by telepathy, took the bamboo jar from her waist and handed it over.
True friends don't need words; a single glance is enough for them to understand each other's intentions.
……
The jagged rocks are interlocking, and the natural cave is filled with a smell that is a mixture of blood and damp, putrid odor.
As if it had been soaked in thick blood plasma for three days and three nights, Mo Wenjian's silver-white blade had been stained crimson with the blood that had been constantly stained it.
Avoiding the heads scattered on the ground, Bian Yuan showed no signs of fatigue, even though he hadn't slept for days.
Holding the Mo Wen sword, he walked forward indifferently.
However, no matter where he went, he could never escape this strange cave that was like an underground labyrinth.
Turning a corner, he was met by another group of men, women, and children, who rushed towards him wielding various weapons.
These people seemed to feel no pain; their faces were blank, like puppets being manipulated. If their heads weren't severed by a single sword strike, they would keep getting up and continuing to attack Bian Yuan.
"Master! Master! Master, where are you?!"
A soft female voice echoed in the cave, sometimes near, sometimes far.
Bian Yuan frowned, and after killing the group of assassins who looked like ordinary villagers with a few sword strikes, he did not continue forward.
He closed his eyes, carefully discerning the true location of the sound, then suddenly opened them and rushed towards the source of the sound without hesitation.
"careful!"
With a flash of cold light, the person who attacked Shi Mo from behind was cleaved in two by Lian Duhan's sword.
But before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, the corpse that had been cleaved in two by a sword began to move strangely.
The blood at the severed points of the corpse on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, drawing the two severed pieces of the body back together and automatically connecting them into one.
Then, the body, which should have been dead, came back to life.
In the dim light, his pale, lifeless face resembled a demon who had just crawled out of hell, and he stood up crookedly.
As soon as it stood up, the seemingly immobile corpse moved with extraordinary speed and lunged at the two of them.
Even though he had heard of it before, seeing such a horrifying scene for the first time made Shi Mo's teeth chatter uncontrollably with fear.
She was so frightened that she seemed to have forgotten how to walk, standing there blankly, forgetting even to hide.
"Don't stand still, run!"
Lian Duhan suppressed his fear and pulled the person away from the fatal blow.
He had heard his father say that the blood of these immortals was highly poisonous.
Seeing the opponent covered in blood, and not confident that one could sever the opponent's head with a single sword strike, a head-on confrontation would not be a wise move.
He grabbed the person and fled in a panic down another road.
The further they ran, the more undead they encountered.
They dared not make any moves rashly, fearing that not only would they fail to kill these immortals, but they would also be stained with highly poisonous blood.
But as time went on, more and more undead followed behind the two.
Human strength has its limits. As Shi Mo's strength gradually waned, he lost his footing and his body swayed.
The excruciating pain instantly shot from my ankle to my heart, and it was no longer possible to escape the undead that was relentlessly pursuing me!
Seeing this, Lian Duhan quickly flashed in front of Shi Mo and used the move "Silent Falling Snow" on the undead that was about to pounce.
The sword light arrived in an instant, like a violent blizzard. The heads of the few undead who were chasing them the closest fell to the ground with a "thud" as the snowflakes fell.
Lian Duhan, who had used his ultimate move, was not in good shape. He was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered. Traveling all night, his injuries not only did not improve, but his body became even more broken.
He forced himself to use the "Silent Falling Snow" technique, but his chest heaved with blood and qi, and he could no longer control himself. He coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".
"Brother Han, hurry! Go find the master!"
Seeing his beloved cough up blood, Shi Mo's eyes filled with tears, wishing he could take his place.
She's the one who dragged Han down; she doesn't want Han to die here!
"Stop talking nonsense! Can't we walk anymore? Get in, I'll take you out of here!"
Upon hearing the word "master," Lian Duhan's expression grew even more unpleasant.
He pulled Shi Mo up from the ground and saw that the man's face was pale with pain as soon as he stood up. He reached out and pulled the man onto his back with a forceful movement, and continued rushing forward without hesitation.
"Master! Master! Master, where are you?!"
The shouts from his back grew louder and louder, and Lian Duhan's face grew increasingly grim with each shout.
His mind and body were filled with the hope that the person was safe and sound, but his unwavering will, as firm as ice, kept telling him that he didn't think that way.
He couldn't control himself and couldn't refuse to follow Dai Shiyao to "save the master".
But he knew that what he really wanted was to see that person perish here with his own eyes!
"what!"
A chilling scream echoed throughout the cave.
Lian Duhan clutched his head, writhing in pain, wishing he could roll on the ground.
The clearer you are that you are deceiving yourself, the more you should refrain from thinking about it any longer.
The thought of "let him die" in his mind intensified with the pain, yet it became more and more stubbornly etched into the ice, each stroke deeply engraved into his bones!
As Lian Duhan fell to the ground clutching his head, Shi Mo, who followed him, looked in horror at the large group of undead relentlessly pursuing them.