bullyxtreme Chapter 448 Ma Xianhong: Who dares to touch my stove!
Chapter 448 Ma Xianhong: Who dares to touch my stove!
The clarinet did not rush out immediately like them.
He held the clarinet in his hand and did not put it down immediately.
Instead, his sharp eyes swept quickly across the surroundings where the light shield had just been broken, like a searchlight.
After confirming that there were no other ambushes or remaining magical weapons, he took steady steps.
I followed slowly, with a clear direction.
"Huh? Wait, wait for me!"
Old Meng looked at the disappearing figures one by one, his face full of panic.
He looked at the mess on the ground, then looked at the empty surroundings, and a feeling of fear of being abandoned instantly gripped him.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth.
He crawled to his feet from the ground, and with staggering steps, he chased in the direction where everyone disappeared.
I ran out of breath, afraid of being left behind.
Zhang Chulan knew that the real battle might have just begun.
Ma Xianhong, he must be stopped!
The remaining Qi in Ma Xianhong's body was like a candle that was about to burn out.
However, he forced it to move in a way that was almost self-harming, squeezing out the last bit of energy.
There were bursts of tearing pain in the meridians.
Every heartbeat affected the injury in my chest, and my throat was filled with a sweet and fishy taste of rust.
But he couldn't care less.
Fear, like an icy tide, drowned the pain.
Those temporary workers behind me, especially that woman, are simply monsters!
The Liuhe Pearl was actually split by a broken knife? This completely overturned his cognition!
I can't die here, I absolutely can't!
"The stove! The stove!"
This thought supported his almost collapsed body and became his only obsession.
His steps were staggering but swift. He was familiar with every path here.
Almost instinctively, his body rushed towards the core area of Biyou Village.
The scenery on both sides quickly receded and turned into blurred blocks of color.
The wind whistled in his ears, but it could not drown out his drum-like heartbeat and heavy breathing.
His face was pale, and his lips were even turning blue due to blood loss and excessive consumption of Qi.
Sweat mixed with blood foam slid down his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, intertwined with fear, unwillingness and an almost insane stubbornness.
Faster, faster!
As long as we go back to the stove, as long as the stove is still there, there is still hope!
Finally, a familiar heavy stone door appeared in front of us.
Ma Xianhong almost pounced forward, using up his last bit of strength, forming seals with his hands, and the remaining Qi barely activated the mechanism on the door.
"Om-"
The stone door slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a spacious and familiar secret room inside.
In the center of the secret room, there was a huge object emitting a faint light.
The creation that carries all his hopes and efforts, the self-cultivation furnace, is standing there quietly.
A familiar low humming sound came, as if to soothe his pounding heart.
"Still..."
Ma Xianhong felt relieved, and his extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
A strong feeling of dizziness came over him and he almost fell to his knees.
He held onto the cold door frame, breathing heavily, and looked at his masterpiece greedily.
However, the next second.
His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!
The heart that had been slightly relieved by seeing the self-cultivation furnace was instantly gripped by deeper coldness and horror!
In front of the stove...
There was actually a person standing in front of the huge furnace body of the self-cultivation furnace that was emitting a faint light!
A figure with his back to him!
The man stood there quietly, with a tall figure.
One hand seemed to be gently resting on the cold outer shell of the furnace, as if feeling something...
Could it be...!
wrong!
Wrong speed!
Even if that woman was incredibly fast, there was no way she could get here faster than him who was running as fast as he could and was familiar with the route!
Then this person...
Ma Xianhong's brain was unable to process the situation for a while because of excessive fear and weakness.
But a strong, instinctive sense of crisis was ringing like an alarm bell in his mind!
What did he do to the stove?!
"you!"
Ma Xianhong screamed almost subconsciously, his voice sharp and hoarse due to excitement and weakness.
"Stay away from my stove!"
As he roared, the figure who had his back to him slowly turned around.
A calm, even overly handsome face.
It reflected Ma Xianhong's bloodshot eyes due to shock and anger.
Suchen!
This name was like thunder, exploding in Ma Xianhong’s confused mind!
How did he find this place?!
"stop!"
Ma Xianhong's eyes were bloodshot and the roar coming from his throat was almost inhuman, carrying the madness and despair of a dying beast.
"Don't touch my stove!"
That was his hard work, his only hope for regaining his memory, and the foundation for his ideal of establishing a new Jiejiao and "teaching without distinction"!
Whoever dares to touch it, whoever dares to destroy it, will die!
Ma Xianhong held on to his shaky body, his eyes bloodshot.
He stared at the figure standing in front of the stove, as if he wanted to tear the person to pieces with his eyes.
Hearing the hoarse roar, Su Chen slowly turned around.
There was no surprise on his face.
It seemed as if Ma Xianhong's arrival and his embarrassed appearance were all within his expectations.
A faint, almost playful smile appeared on his calm face.
His eyes fell on Ma Xianhong, his eyes were calm and without any waves.
"You're back?"
Su Chen spoke in a clear voice, which was out of tune with the depressing atmosphere in the secret room.
He paused,
His eyes swept across the blood that had not yet dried at the corner of Ma Xianhong's mouth and his face as pale as paper, and his smile seemed to deepen.
"It's a little slower than I thought."
It was an understatement, like a joke between old friends.
But this calmness, this evaluation, fell into Ma Xianhong's ears at this moment, but it was more harsh than the most vicious curse!
It was like boiling oil, suddenly poured onto the rage that had already been burning in his heart!
"Ugh!"
Ma Xianhong let out a suppressed growl from his throat, his blood boiling, and the severe pain in his chest almost suffocated him.
He clenched his teeth and swallowed back the fishy and sweet taste that was rising in his throat.
He raised his head, and on his face, which was twisted with anger and pain, he forced a hideous smile.
"Despicable!" He said in a hoarse voice, filled with deep hatred.
"Do you think you've won by sneaking in here?"
Ma Xianhong's fingers, which were holding the door frame, turned white due to the force. He stared at Su Chen, his eyes like a poisoned knife.
"Let me tell you, this is my territory!"
Su Chen's gaze calmly swept across Ma Xianhong's distorted face, and finally fell on the slowly closing stone door behind him.
"Your territory?"
Su Chen repeated it, without any emotion in his tone, as if he was just confirming an insignificant word.
He withdrew his hand from the stove, took two steps forward, and shortened the distance between him and Ma Xianhong.
"Unfortunately, it looks like you're having trouble even standing still."
Su Chen's gaze returned to Ma Xianhong again, with a hint of scrutiny.
"With your current state, how can you defend your territory?"
"you wanna die!"
Ma Xianhong was completely enraged by this sentence, and his remaining rationality was completely burned away by anger.
He raised his hand suddenly, not caring about the severe pain in his meridians.
A faint but extremely unstable Qi light was forcibly condensed at the fingertips.
"Even if I only have one breath left, I will make you pay the price!"