Phi-Fic Chapter 149 Some are as precious as gold, some are as cheap as mud.
Chapter 149 Some are as precious as gold, some are as cheap as mud.
Shang Hong scoffed: "Then it's a fight to the death."
Then, all the gauze curtains around the pavilion fluttered open.
Su Fengling also saw his true face; his eyes were white and he could not see.
But he had a confident smile on his face.
Su Fengling frowned in thought, feeling that the aura emanating from him was somewhat familiar.
Then Shang Hong spoke up: "Twins of the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan are extremely rare. Some are as precious as gold, while others are as worthless as mud."
"Speaking of which, I used to have a surname too, and wouldn't you say it's a coincidence, it was also Su?"
Su Fengling's long-buried memories seemed to gradually awaken.
But when he heard Shang Hong's words, it felt as if those words were constantly swirling in his ears.
They were once the twin wind spirits, but it seems one of them has perished.
He absorbed the abilities of his older or younger brother.
"I owe my eyesight to you, the Su family... what a fine Su family."
"Zisang only said that there was a possibility of encountering you, but I did not expect you to dare to come alone."
"I've never heard of the name 'Soul Wounder' before!"
Every word he uttered was like a sharp blade, tormenting Su Fengling's eardrums.
Su Fengling knelt on the ground, covering her ears, but she could still feel a wet sensation on her fingers.
It turned out that blood was flowing from both of his ears. He gritted his teeth and felt a surge in his spiritual sea.
I feel like I can't control my magic anymore.
"Young Master Ling, what are your abilities? Just how arrogant are you to dare to challenge me one-on-one? Let me see."
Shang Hong placed a black piece on the star point of the chessboard, as if playing a simple game.
Su Fengling held his breath and channeled his magical power into his limbs.
In the blink of an eye, they broke through the peach blossom formation and arrived inside the pavilion.
Shang Hong tilted his head, twitched his nose, and didn't seem to care.
"Oh dear, you're already bleeding. Young Master Ling isn't all that capable, is he?"
Su Fengling was already furious, so he first threw out two plum blossom darts.
With two quick clicks, it stuck the piece into the chessboard, sending the piece that Shang Honggang had just placed flying.
He frowned, his voice icy: "Young Master Ling seems to be in a very bad mood!"
Sure enough, the power of the voice changed with his emotions.
He said a few more words, and then Su Fengjun felt as cold as ice all over her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
This Shang Hong is really something!
He wrapped fire magic around the sword, since he and Su Fengjun were brothers and could use the same magic.
However, he practiced fire magic less, and his attributes were more yin.
Besides invisibility and shapeshifting, they know many other skills, but none of them are particularly outstanding.
In an instant, he appeared behind Shang Hong again, the sword already pressed against his neck.
A strand of crimson hair was cut off, and a lock of it slowly fell into his hand.
Shang Hong clicked his tongue and fumbled along the hem of his robe with some regret.
"These hairs require a lot of soul power to grow, and Ling Shaojun probably can't afford to pay for them all by himself."
A chess piece appeared in his hand without his noticing, and it shot towards Su Fengling with a cold glint in its eye.
He missed, but he still vomited blood.
"It's soul-wrenching! Young Master Ling, this is not as simple as just injuring the body."
His every word seemed to strike Su Fengling as if it were a real object, making him unable to hold his sword steady.
Finally, he stood up and stared at him with his whitish, empty eyes.
Su Fengling stood still, suppressing the turmoil in his spiritual sea.
"Oh, Ling Shaojun is still standing. That's quite interesting. I really wish you could stay here and chat with me."
"After all, no one can talk to me that many times and still be alive!"
After he said that, Su Fengling was on the verge of a breakdown.
The barrier couldn't stop his voice from penetrating; it could only weaken its power slightly.
He knelt with his sword supporting him on the ground, blood streaming from his eyes—this was damage from the inside out.
"You...you!" Su Fengling managed to utter a few words.
"Young Master Ling, you shouldn't force yourself. You came here with good intentions to save your brother. Oh dear, how pitiful."
"Now I'm going to die too, tsk tsk tsk."
He groped his way toward Su Fengling, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
His empty eyes were filled with indifference, and even a hint of excitement.
His brother died too, so neither of them could live!
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken in a long time, he suddenly became a chatterbox.
Anyway, he'll die after hearing these stories, but at least he won't die as young as those people before him.
"Do you know how my brother died? Hahaha... to save my eyes."
"I'm still blind, so why should your brother live!"
"Hand over the Demon Petals!" Su Fengling still had the strength to throw a plum blossom dart.
Shang Hong was momentarily distracted and his face was slashed by a plum blossom dart.
He wasn't angry; he simply touched the blood on his face with his finger and then licked it clean.
She squatted in front of him, yet couldn't see him, but still smiled sarcastically.
"I'm not one of those small fry. If you want the Demon Petal, let's see if you have the ability."
Su Fengling felt as if his eyelids weighed a ton, but he knew he couldn't close his eyes.
Once you close your eyes, you may never wake up again!
Hearing that Su Fengling did not answer, Shang Hong was somewhat disappointed.
"Is he really dead? So Ling Shaojun is nothing more than this!"
"If anyone's going to die... it'll be you first," he replied weakly.
He coughed up blood, and I really wanted to cover his mouth and stop him from speaking!
He burst into laughter: "Great, you're not dead."
"I'm going to lock you up and let me say a few words to you every day, so that I won't forget how to speak in the future."
Su Fengling swung the sword wildly, but it was easily caught between two fingers and thrown aside.
He was blind, yet he was able to defend against his attacks with such precision.
Su Fengling gritted his teeth. Since his voice could hurt people, he should be unable to speak if his throat was injured!
Thinking about it, my gaze fell on the chessboard, with chess pieces placed beside it.
He staggered and deliberately fell onto the chessboard, picking up a chess piece in his hand.
But he didn't know that Shang Hong had heard all his little actions, and his voice rang out again.
"Trying to outsmart me? Do you think you can bully me just because I can't see?"
This time, I didn't experience the dizziness or pain I had imagined.
It seems he's using telepathy to communicate again; he doesn't want to kill him.
"If you die, many people will be sad, and I don't want to see them sad."
"They will definitely come to save you. They'll let you all die together, so no one will be sad."
The first face that appeared in Su Fengling's mind was Zhongli Yueluo.
She'll definitely come to save him, no! This man in front of her will definitely kill her!
"Ha, what are you talking about? Why would anyone come to save me?" He hoped she wouldn't come.
"Oh dear, poor Ling Shaojun, no one is willing to come and save you!"
He patted Su Fengling's face with his hand, his eyes closed.
Then, they bound his limbs with shackles and placed him opposite him: "Come, let's play chess, Young Master Ling!"