Chapter 46
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Before the break of dawn, the little devil had already left.
He just quietly stayed by his side and held him whilst he slept the entire night. It was as if he was able to alleviate some of his exhaustion by being with Jiang Zheliu, and to become once more the invincible and unbeatable great Devil Lord.
When he left, plum blossoms that had floated in from the crevices of the window fell upon the table. When Wenren Ye turned around, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain from the pit of his stomach, he turned again to look at Jiang Zheliu who was still sleeping on the bed, he couldn’t understand where this indescribable pain had originated.
It was clear……. Clear that the little Willow tree was not angry with him.
Wenren Ye stared for a while, exercised some restraint and then rushed out to rejoin the Devil Realm’s troops.
As the beaded curtain was lifted and dropped, the beads crashed together making a sound which accompanied the sound of spoiled plum blossoms falling in the snowy night.
The little pine house was silent, Chang Qian was sleeping downstairs. Ah-Chu was still asleep leaning against the wooden screen, and had not woken up yet as if he was exhausted from crying.
Jiang Zheliu had taken his medicine early, brushed his hair and got dressed. He added a velvet fur cloak over his shoulders, and did everything he needed to protect himself, then he picked up Ling Xiao Sword, and went downstairs without making a sound and opened the front door.
The front door quietly opened and closed, he instantly felt the disparity in the difference of temperature between the inside and the outside. The falling snowflakes landed on his head and shoulders, sticking to his snow-white hair.
Before Jiang Zheliu walked up to the spiritual burial mound, he put Ling Xiao Sword down on the side and reached out to touch the tombstone of his honorable teacher1.
His hands were so cold they had turned red, his fingertips had turned a deep red, however, his nails were still a colourless white. The back of his hand was so white that it was possible to see the veins under the skin. His bones were long and slender like somewhat broken and ready to crumble deadwood.
But even if it was like this, when this hand reached out to wipe away the snow on the tombstone, it still exhibited a sickly elegance.
The frost and snow fell with the wiping action of his hand, revealing the original lettering and engraving. Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment and then knelt before the grave.
He had anticipated a hundred times, even a thousand times that if one day he would die, he would be by his teacher’s side, and he would tell him that he had repaid him for the kindness of this life. But now, it had come to this point.
The engraving revealed Zhu Wenyuan’s name and title.
The Lingxiao sword on the side whispered softly, the sword’s intent was connected with him.
“Shifu.” Jiang Zheliu lifted up his hand, he sighed gently whilst facing the icy tombstone, and rubbed his fingertips, “I have to leave.”
He was an orphan who had been brought back to the Ling Xiao Sect by Zhu Wenyuan. He had neither father nor mother, Ling Xiao Sect was his home. But now, whether it was his teacher, or his shidi who he had considered the person closest to him, that thousand-year-old home was no longer there.
————
With Gongyi Yan’s assistance, he was able to leave Zhongnan Mountain that day.
The horses and carriage were all ready, more than a dozen smokescreens had been applied. The devil warhorse was once again shamelessly burying itself in the arms of the Devil Queen, with little stars all over his eyes.
There were only the two of them, the other devils had received a proper reason from Gongyi Yan and did not give chase. And this matter had not alarmed Yu Jinnian, everything had happened too quickly.
When Chang Qian woke up, he saw that the upstairs window was already open for an unknown length of time, everything else had been unmoved.
The cold wind in the brief illumination of the night, the hanging curtains trembled with snow and frost.
He looked around the empty room, and had still not understood what had happened until he saw Ah-Chu packing up his belongings, he finally asked with astonishment: “What……. What’s going on here……”
Ah-Chu wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed before saying: “The fate of the protagonist is unknown, there will usually be more plots and turns. But I’m afraid that when your little uncle comes back and can’t see him, we won’t be able to see the sun rise again.”
Chang Qian stared blankly for a moment, then straightened his face: “What you mean is….. Shenxian gege has snuck away?”
Ah-Chu picked up his little bag and put it on his back: “Haven’t you ever read 《The Devil Lord’s sweet wife who runs away》? How can you be so uncultured? This won’t do, I must leave, in case Devil Lord Wenren gets wind of this and it messes with his head, we’ll be done for.”
Author Note:
Ah-Chu: I’mOverIt.jpg
Chang Qian and Ah-Chu will become really strong, they cannot grow up whilst at Liuliu’s side the whole time, they need to grow up and get stronger in order to protect the person they love.
The little mute is a real genius.
Add more to survive (*Facepalm*).
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Before the break of dawn, the little devil had already left.
He just quietly stayed by his side and held him whilst he slept the entire night. It was as if he was able to alleviate some of his exhaustion by being with Jiang Zheliu, and to become once more the invincible and unbeatable great Devil Lord.
When he left, plum blossoms that had floated in from the crevices of the window fell upon the table. When Wenren Ye turned around, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain from the pit of his stomach, he turned again to look at Jiang Zheliu who was still sleeping on the bed, he couldn’t understand where this indescribable pain had originated.
It was clear……. Clear that the little Willow tree was not angry with him.
Wenren Ye stared for a while, exercised some restraint and then rushed out to rejoin the Devil Realm’s troops.
As the beaded curtain was lifted and dropped, the beads crashed together making a sound which accompanied the sound of spoiled plum blossoms falling in the snowy night.
The little pine house was silent, Chang Qian was sleeping downstairs. Ah-Chu was still asleep leaning against the wooden screen, and had not woken up yet as if he was exhausted from crying.
Jiang Zheliu had taken his medicine early, brushed his hair and got dressed. He added a velvet fur cloak over his shoulders, and did everything he needed to protect himself, then he picked up Ling Xiao Sword, and went downstairs without making a sound and opened the front door.
The front door quietly opened and closed, he instantly felt the disparity in the difference of temperature between the inside and the outside. The falling snowflakes landed on his head and shoulders, sticking to his snow-white hair.
Before Jiang Zheliu walked up to the spiritual burial mound, he put Ling Xiao Sword down on the side and reached out to touch the tombstone of his honorable teacher1.
His hands were so cold they had turned red, his fingertips had turned a deep red, however, his nails were still a colourless white. The back of his hand was so white that it was possible to see the veins under the skin. His bones were long and slender like somewhat broken and ready to crumble deadwood.
But even if it was like this, when this hand reached out to wipe away the snow on the tombstone, it still exhibited a sickly elegance.
The frost and snow fell with the wiping action of his hand, revealing the original lettering and engraving. Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment and then knelt before the grave.
He had anticipated a hundred times, even a thousand times that if one day he would die, he would be by his teacher’s side, and he would tell him that he had repaid him for the kindness of this life. But now, it had come to this point.
The engraving revealed Zhu Wenyuan’s name and title.
The Lingxiao sword on the side whispered softly, the sword’s intent was connected with him.
“Shifu.” Jiang Zheliu lifted up his hand, he sighed gently whilst facing the icy tombstone, and rubbed his fingertips, “I have to leave.”
He was an orphan who had been brought back to the Ling Xiao Sect by Zhu Wenyuan. He had neither father nor mother, Ling Xiao Sect was his home. But now, whether it was his teacher, or his shidi who he had considered the person closest to him, that thousand-year-old home was no longer there.
————
With Gongyi Yan’s assistance, he was able to leave Zhongnan Mountain that day.
The horses and carriage were all ready, more than a dozen smokescreens had been applied. The devil warhorse was once again shamelessly burying itself in the arms of the Devil Queen, with little stars all over his eyes.
There were only the two of them, the other devils had received a proper reason from Gongyi Yan and did not give chase. And this matter had not alarmed Yu Jinnian, everything had happened too quickly.
When Chang Qian woke up, he saw that the upstairs window was already open for an unknown length of time, everything else had been unmoved.
The cold wind in the brief illumination of the night, the hanging curtains trembled with snow and frost.
He looked around the empty room, and had still not understood what had happened until he saw Ah-Chu packing up his belongings, he finally asked with astonishment: “What……. What’s going on here……”
Ah-Chu wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed before saying: “The fate of the protagonist is unknown, there will usually be more plots and turns. But I’m afraid that when your little uncle comes back and can’t see him, we won’t be able to see the sun rise again.”
Chang Qian stared blankly for a moment, then straightened his face: “What you mean is….. Shenxian gege has snuck away?”
Ah-Chu picked up his little bag and put it on his back: “Haven’t you ever read 《The Devil Lord’s sweet wife who runs away》? How can you be so uncultured? This won’t do, I must leave, in case Devil Lord Wenren gets wind of this and it messes with his head, we’ll be done for.”
Author Note:
Ah-Chu: I’mOverIt.jpg
Chang Qian and Ah-Chu will become really strong, they cannot grow up whilst at Liuliu’s side the whole time, they need to grow up and get stronger in order to protect the person they love.
The little mute is a real genius.
Add more to survive (*Facepalm*).
Before the break of dawn, the littledevilhad already left.He just quietly stayed by his side and held him whilst he slept the entire night. It was as if he was able to alleviate some of his exhaustion by being with Jiang Zheliu, and to become once more the invincible and unbeatable greatDevilLord.When he left, plum blossoms that had floated in from the crevices of the window fell upon the table. When Wenren Ye turned around, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain from the pit of his stomach, he turned again to look at Jiang Zheliu who was still sleeping on the bed, he couldn't understand where this indescribable pain had originated.It was clear. Clear that the little Willow tree was not angry with him.Wenren Ye stared for a while, exercised some restraint and then rushed out to rejoin theDevilRealm's troops.As the beaded curtain was lifted and dropped, the beads crashed together making a sound which accompanied the sound of spoiled plum blossoms falling in the snowy night.The little pine house was silent, Chang Qian was sleeping downstairs. Ah-Chu was still asleep leaning against the wooden screen, and had not woken up yet as if he was exhausted from crying.Jiang Zheliu had taken his medicine early, brushed his hair and got dressed. He added a velvet fur cloak over his shoulders, and did everything he needed to protect himself, then he picked upLing XiaoSword, and went downstairs without making a sound and opened the front door.The front door quietly opened and closed, he instantly felt the disparity in the difference of temperature between the inside and the outside. The falling snowflakes landed on his head and shoulders, sticking to his snow-white hair.Before Jiang Zheliu walked up to the spiritual burial mound, he putLing XiaoSword down on the side and reached out to touch the tombstone of his honorable teacher1.His hands were so cold they had turned red, his fingertips had turned a deep red, however, his nails were still a colourless white. The back of his hand was so white that it was possible to see the veins under the skin. His bones were long and slender like somewhat broken and ready to crumble deadwood.But even if it was like this, when this hand reached out to wipe away the snow on the tombstone, it still exhibited a sickly elegance.The frost and snow fell with the wiping action of his hand, revealing the original lettering and engraving. Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment and then knelt before the grave.He had anticipated a hundred times, even a thousand times that if one day he would die, he would be by his teacher's side, and he would tell him that he had repaid him for the kindness of this life. But now, it had come to this point.The engraving revealed Zhu Wenyuan's name and title.The Lingxiao sword on the side whispered softly, the sword's intent was connected with him.Shifu. Jiang Zheliu lifted up his hand, he sighed gently whilst facing the icy tombstone, and rubbed his fingertips, I have to leave.He was an orphan who had been brought back to theLing XiaoSect by Zhu Wenyuan. He had neither father nor mother,Ling XiaoSect was his home. But now, whether it was his teacher, or hisshidiwho he had considered the person closest to him, that thousand-year-old home was no longer there.With Gongyi Yan's assistance, he was able to leave Zhongnan Mountain that day.The horses and carriage were all ready, more than a dozen smokescreens had been applied. Thedevilwarhorse was once again shamelessly burying itself in the arms of theDevilQueen, with little stars all over his eyes.There were only the two of them, the other devils had received a proper reason from Gongyi Yan and did not give chase. And this matter had not alarmed Yu Jinnian, everything had happened too quickly.When Chang Qian woke up, he saw that the upstairs window was already open for an unknown length of time, everything else had been unmoved.The cold wind in the brief illumination of the night, the hanging curtains trembled with snow and frost.He looked around the empty room, and had still not understood what had happened until he saw Ah-Chu packing up his belongings, he finally asked with astonishment: What. What's going on hereAh-Chu wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed before saying: The fate of the protagonist is unknown, there will usually be more plots and turns. But I'm afraid that when your little uncle comes back and can't see him, we won't be able to see the sun rise again.Chang Qian stared blankly for a moment, then straightened his face: What you mean is..Shenxiangege has snuck away?Ah-Chu picked up his little bag and put it on his back: Haven't you ever read TheDevilLord's sweet wife who runs away? How can you be so uncultured? This won't do, I must leave, in caseDevilLord Wenren gets wind of this and it messes with his head, we'll be done for.Author Note:Ah-Chu: I'mOverIt.jpgChang Qian and Ah-Chu will become really strong, they cannot grow up whilst at Liuliu's side the whole time, they need to grow up and get stronger in order to protect the person they love.The little mute is a real genius.Add more to survive *Facepalm*.
