1912: C1912 Goodbye Buried Sword(part I)

C1912 Goodbye Buried Sword(part I)

Chu Yang wanted to know from the Buried Sword who ordered Hu Wenguang and Weng Feiming. The Buried Sword wanted to know from Chu Yang if he had killed Ba Jian!1

They were looking for each other, but their actions were completely different.

Chu Yang used all his strength to search for the Buried Sword, but the Buried Sword had no intention of searching for him. He just stood beside Feng Po Long, unmoving like a dead man.

With the Buried Sword by his side, it was like Feng Po Long was in prison! It was a good thing that he had hopes of going to jail because of Chu Yang. He was also very interested in Chu Yang, to the point where he wanted to kill himself.

Therefore, both he and the Buried Sword were waiting for Chu Yang's arrival.

This was no different from sitting still waiting for a rabbit. He looked very stupid, so stupid that he was about to die. However, Feng Po Long did not have any objections to this stupid method of using the Buried Sword. In fact, he even thought the Buried Sword was extremely profound.

Only a fool would look for Chu Yang. If anyone found Chu Yang now, they would be the idiots amongst idiots.

Chu Yang was at the heart of the struggle, it was so easy to find him, he was already a dead man and he was definitely not a living person.

As for the reason why he was able to find Chu Yang, it wasn't because he was that strong, it was because he found Chu Yang. When he found Chu Yang, he would die.

The Buried Sword wasn't stupid, of course it didn't want to die. Searching for Chu Yang was like searching for an enemy.

Thus, he could only wait for Chu Yang to find him. Perhaps he would never be able to wait for Chu Yang, but this was his only choice.

In the middle of the night, someone approached with a smile on his face.

The smile on his face seemed to tell everyone in time that he was the luckiest and happiest person in the world.

Looking at this kind of person, this kind of smile, no matter if it was the Buried Sword, or Feng Po Long, he couldn't help but be startled. It was as if this guy couldn't smile right now, he should be crying.

"Are you happy that you have killed so many saints?" For some reason, the Buried Sword's tone carried a hint of anger. It was like a different person from his usual self.

Normally, the Buried Sword's voice should be emotionless. It was cold like ice, hard like a stone, and extremely indifferent to the extreme, as if it was speaking to you from a thousand miles away.

This person was naturally Chu Yang.

Chu Yang laughed even more happily, "After killing so many saints, I will be very happy!"

The Buried Sword's eyes, which had been fixed in place, suddenly moved as if it was trying to swindle a corpse. His voice also suddenly turned cold: "So you're saying that Ba Jian was killed by you?"

"Of course!" Chu Yang was still smiling, his smile even brighter and more proud as he said, "Other than me, who else can kill the Tyrant Sword? I am someone that no one has ever killed before!"

The sharpness from the Buried Sword instantly disappeared, and his pupils seemed to have been fixed again. "You can still smile, and can still make fun of me with this matter. This is truly a skill."

Chu Yang coming here was enough to explain a lot of things, it was not like the Buried Sword wouldn't be able to hear Chu Yang's lies and the truth.

"Hehe!" Chu Yang pinched his chin and nodded. He had no choice but to admit it, so he became even more proud, "This is indeed a skill, so I admire myself a lot."

"Crying for a moment will enrich your life and make it more suitable for the occasion!" Feng Po Long was a little jealous of Chu Yang's virtue, because he could not do it. If his big brother were to be caught by others, he would probably be killed on the spot. He was a complete mess, so he definitely wouldn't be able to laugh.

Even if he smiled, it was definitely not as brilliant as Chu Yang's.

Chu Yang was very straightforward with Feng Po Long's request. He made a gesture of asking for money and said, "Money makes the wind flutter. Do you have it?"

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