3089: C3089 Farewell My Suit

C3089 Farewell My Suit

Ming Zhu's figure merged with the darkness, her power far exceeding Yang Ping's expectations, but he was not happy at all. He was clear about the price that was needed to increase his strength. Wu Tie forcefully increased his strength to the Saint's Late Stage strength. With the help of his strength and not the true realm, he had lost more than half his life.

Where's the pearl?

To go from being a Martial Cultivator of Fifth Level Stage to a strong warrior who could kill the King of Assassins without making a sound, how much must one have to pay in the process?

Yang Ping did not dare to think about it. Every breath he took made his heart burn and he was in extreme pain. He hated why his strength was so weak, unable to open his chest wide and protect the pearl from the wind and rain. On the contrary, he needed Ming Zhu to sacrifice her to help him solve his problems.

Middle stage of the Subsaint.

Yang Ping smiled bitterly. Recently, he had been stuck at a bottleneck and was unable to break through.

He almost despaired.

Yang Ping urgently wanted to become strong, strong enough to solve all the problems in the Dragon City. It was a pity that he couldn't find the opportunity to break through. If anyone knew what he was thinking, they would think he was crazy.

How much time did it take to advance to the middle stage of the Subsaint? In less than a week, he had been delusional enough to think of reaching the late stage of the Subsaint.

Yang Ping stood there for a long time, silently looking at the darkness. When the No. 3 Villa light was turned off and Zhu Xi was about to walk out and go home, he turned around and left.

Returning to the Yang Family's Small Clinic, he stood at the door, looking at this place that was once filled with expectation and hope, this place that was very close to Zhu Xi, this place that could protect her at any time, this place that left comfort for his lonely heart.

All hope will pass.

Yang Ping closed his eyes. Although he could not bear with it, the energy in the air was surging crazily, the eight nodes of his body were shining in the dark night like eight suns, releasing pure Body of Top Yang s.

Countless amounts of energy flew out from his body, turning into countless cold-blooded blades. It was as if the Devil God had returned to the world and was destroying everything.

BOOM!

The blade of power pierced towards the Yang Small Clinic, dancing in the air like beautiful cherry blossoms, filled with sorrow and determination.

The doors and windows shattered, and the broken cherry blossoms poured in from the windows, turning the tables and stools inside into dust. A shocking fist descended from the sky, smashing through the roof of the prefabricated buildings, from top to bottom, and penetrated deep into the ground.

The house collapsed.

Dust filled the sky.

With a thought, Yang Ping destroyed the place that once held hope and prepared to start over.

A suit floated out from the room.

This was the first gift Zhu Xi had given him. It was exquisite and exquisite, an expensive suit. When worn, it would turn into the gentleman Zhu Xi thought, making Yang Ping a good-looking man in Zhu Xi's eyes.

When Yang Ping wore this suit, he knew that Zhu Xi wanted to see him wear it, which meant that from the beginning to the end, Zhu Xi wanted him to become the man she wanted.

However, Zhu Xi failed.

Yang Ping was still the same. He would not change it for anyone, nor could he change it because the person after the change was no longer who he was before.

Reaching out his hand to touch his suit, Yang Ping felt the soft and gentle cloth. He looked at it quietly with no expression on his face. His gaze seemed to have layers upon layers of shackles that sealed his memory and hid it deep in his heart.

It's about time for a paragraph.

His suit fluttered in the cold wind and hung on the tree in front of the infirmary, just like how he had been in the past, hanging in his obscure memories. Yang Ping left the suit behind, turned around and left.

He sighed with a touch of melancholy.

Seemingly free.

But there was still a Legacy.

Yang Ping sang the song he had come to sing. It was a folk song he had learned in the mountains while Junior Sister called him by his name. After eliminating the melodious melody, he wandered in the desolate night sky of Dragon City.

Only the abandoned suit swayed in time to the tune, amid the lingering sadness and determination.

Goodbye, my suit.

The collapse of the infirmary buried all of Yang Ping's dreams.

The suit hung high, indicating that he had cut off his former grief.

When Yang Ping's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, he could no longer be seen by the street lights at the intersection ahead. He was like a pearl, he had made his own decision and sacrificed everything.

The pearl was for him.

He did it for the people of Dragon City.

After an unknown amount of time, when the dust from the collapse of the infirmary fell to the ground, a sports car drove over slowly. Zhu Xi was still holding onto the steering wheel, still angry at Yang Ping's logic.

Why should someone else's father be my own father while my own father is going to die?

Zhu Xi felt that it was unfair.

Yang Ping kept saying that his dad had killed a lot of people, but she had never seen it with her own eyes. Even though she knew her dad was bad, his blood was still flowing through her body.

Mom left the world.

Lili was at the Mi Country.

On China's huge map, Zhu Xi was incomparably lonely. If something happened to her father, then the only two relatives in the world would be missing one. No matter the cost, it couldn't be exchanged for the blood kinship.

Zhu Xi felt that she should have a good talk with Yang Ping and make her own request to see if she could find a solution to the problem of mediocrity. When she came here, she had already thought about it and begged Yang Ping to give her father a chance. Before she came back, Zhu Yan promised Zhu Xi that he would never do anything that would harm the heavens and the earth.

At most, he would just let his father leave the Dragon City and go somewhere far away. This way, he wouldn't disturb the relationship between the two of them.

As Zhu Xi thought of this, she felt that she had sacrificed herself. Sacrificing her father and daughter relationship was actually the most painful and helpless thing that she could do.

Didn't Yang Ping experience the pain of being caught in the middle?

Zhu Xi took a deep breath and parked the car by the roadside, ready to go into the clinic to find Yang Ping. Under normal circumstances, if the two of them were arguing, Yang Ping wouldn't return to Bay Area Villa, but instead came to the infirmary to stay for a while.

Zhu Xi was used to this kind of interaction, so she felt that it should be the same in the future.

However, the moment she stood in front of a pile of ruins and saw the scene of devastation, her eyes went wide with disbelief.

The entire building was in ruins!

Staring blankly at the ruins, Zhu Xi felt an indescribable pain in her heart as she sensed a possibility of extreme pain. She rushed into the ruins and shouted, "Yang Ping, don't joke with me. Do you know how much it costs to rebuild a building?"

"Come out!"

Zhu Xi gasped for breath. Her delicate body trembled slightly as she mumbled, "No way, Yang Ping. We were just arguing. You shouldn't be so heartless."

After searching for a few times, she found that the ruins were still in ruins. She made herself sober and calm, feeling that this was probably a nightmare and that she would wake up tomorrow.

But she realized with horror that it was not a dream.

The infirmary had been turned into ruins, and the renovated house had become irreparable.

Zhu Xi quickly took out her phone and called the president of China Airlines. "I order you to bring the engineering team here right now!"2

She wanted to rebuild the hospital.

That's what I used to do. Then, Yang Ping came back.

She felt that the reconstruction of the infirmary should still be the same. It still had a familiar feeling to it.

But why couldn't he help but tremble at the bottom of his heart?

Sensing that the fight this time was different from any previous one, Zhu Xi turned around with a pale face. She saw the suit hanging on the tree. Something familiar.

The first thing she sold to Yang Ping.

He was abandoned on a tree trunk that was as lonely as snow.

Ah!

Zhu Xi clenched her fists and screamed in pain.

The swing of her suit seemed to emit countless cold and merciless swords that stabbed into her heart. Zhu Xi could not take it anymore as she knelt on the ground, crying in pain.

At this moment, Yang Ping did not appear again.

It was as if he had left her world forever!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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