The Villain Has Something to Say

The Fiend Cultivator in red beamed and put his finger on his lips, “Shush.”

The next moment, the demon exalt had stood behind Mo Qiu. Mo Qiu turned around and looked at the exalt. He wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and tittered, “Why does Yin Ji send you here? It would be such a huge waste to just catch Luo Jianqing and me. She is planning something bigger.”

Jin Li ignored him and raised his hand. It seemed that he intended to knock Mo Qiu out directly.

However, just as he was about to hit Mo Qiu, the latter gave out a light laughter, “After so many years, Jin Li, you finally make some progress. Have you ever aspired to ascend to the Heaven Level and transform into the Divine Dragon of Highest Heavens?”

When he heard that, complex feelings attacked Jin Li, shock, panic, disarray, fear and confusion, all of which flashed across his blue eyes one after another.

With a hoarse voice, he finally spoke, “Who are you!”

Mo Qiu wiped the dark blood trickling down from his mouth and looked up at the demon exalt who was trembling out of fear. He narrowed his eyes and said with a perplexing tone, chuckling, “Don’t you want to know where your… demon pill is?”

“Who are you!!!”

The immense roaring echoed in the Feng Shen Sea. Luo Jianqing finally got stable, so he turned to hurry back subconsciously. However, before he moved, he saw a black dragon as large as a mountain rose high into the sky, roaring angrily and flying madly in the air.

Luo Jianqing looked at the dragon with astonishment and said with a hoarse voice, “The Profane Dragon of Black Chaos…”

The horrible black dragon was like a pure monster. It clashed with something in the Feng Shen Sea, giving out a huge sound.”

It was a real dragon!

An Innate-Seventh-Level evil dragon that could overshadow the vault of Heaven.

Each time the black dragon clashed with the Feng Shen Sea, Luo Jianqing’s eyes would get redder. After eight clashes, Luo Jianqing’s eyes had already been moist with tears. He clearly knew that he had to run away now, otherwise Mo Qiu’s efforts would be wasted, but he just couldn’t.

When Xuan Lingzi was swallowed by the Ku Mountain, Luo Jianqing had been worrying about him, but he believed that Xuan Lingzi had survived. When they separated, he saw confidence and firmness in Xuan Lingzi’s eyes, as if it would just be a temporary parting, and nothing bad would happen.

However, now, Luo Jianqing was facing a situation where his best friend was doomed!

With eyes brimmed with tears, Luo Jianqing froze and looked at the distant intense battle. Suddenly, he made up his mind to give up the kindness of Mo Qiu. He had to fly to him, but just as he stepped out, the immense noise began to fade away.

This battle didn’t last for a long time.

It ended within fifteen minutes, and then the black dragon scurried into the cloud and disappeared. Luo Jianqing headed back without hesitation. He didn’t care about whether Jin Li was tricking him into going back. He just had to do it.

Because Mo Qiu was his best friend.

They had long been intimate with each other for over a decade, during which they had gone through fire and water together. So, how could Luo Jianqing discard him here!

When the black dragon disappeared, Feng Shen Sea returned to normal, where the seawater of two water walls gradually gathered again. Luo Jianqing broke through the water and flew ahead fast. When he came to the area where they had parted, he caught rank scent of blood. Luo Jianqing couldn’t find any words to describe the scene here.

Blood painted the seawater dark red, as if someone’s blood were drained. Red filled Luo Jianqing’s eyes, and each glance made him torn with grief and panic.

The scene was dreadful to his mind!

Without any hesitation, Luo Jianqing jumped into the sea, searching aimlessly.

Vast as the sea expanded, deep as the sea stretched, Luo Jianqing kept searching for the whole day and night. Ultimately, he found the man floating down the sea. Luo Jianqing instantly got to him anxiously, but just as he touched Mo Qiu’s body, he was “burnt” by the frozen temperature of that body, giving a little shudder.

“Mo Qiu…” Luo Jianqing put his friend into his arms and called him in a low voice, “Mo Qiu?”

In the sea tinged by blood, Luo Jianqing called him once and once again, but there was no response. His eyes were quivering, and fingers shaking. He no longer needed to hold back his tears anymore. Drops of tears fell into the sea, integrating with the sea.

Luo Jianqing called him repeatedly as if he never knew fatigue, but he was just calling a dead body without breath, who would never respond him.

After a long time, an indigo light flew to him, transforming into a delicate lotus. The lotus brought back a long sword and danced gladly beside Luo Jianqing, as if it was calling for credit.

However, Luo Jianqing neglected it. He just hugged the cold body, gazing at the seawater lifelessly.

The indigo lotus scurried around angrily, splattering water on Luo Jianqing’s face, but he still gave no response. At last, the lotus twitched with upset and got back into Luo Jianqing’s body reluctantly, while the Floating Frost Sword transformed into an indigo light, getting into his glabella.

Within a day, it seemed that nothing has changed, but Luo Jianqing had lost his best friend.

Luo Jianqing held Mo Qiu’s body and walked ashore step by step. He found a small island, where he put Mo Qiu’s body on the beach and took out the little lotus.

Staring at the indigo lotus, he opened and shut his mouth, unspeaking.

When he opened his mouth again, he said word by word with a hoarse voice as if it were rubbed down with sandpaper. Each word was full of desperation, “I know you are related with Nine-Petaled Lotus Heavenly Seizure Record. You can seize the plants and seasons, lives, right and wrong, and even karma. Then… can you wake him up? You can make sand flow upward in the hour glass. You can give him one more life. You…”

The little lotus immediately got back into his body, not giving him any answer.

That was the end of all his hopes.

He didn’t know how to describe the pain and desperation he was suffering. He just felt that his own body was torn up into countless pieces, smashed into ashes.

If only he were the one lying here…