Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 407 Liberation
Kong Youde flew backwards, with three huge wounds on his body from his left shoulder to his lower right, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.

His face was as pale as paper, the three wounds were so deep that his bones were visible, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Just when Feng Qisheng was about to step forward to give the final blow, Kong Youde suddenly took out a few things and threw them at Feng Qisheng.

In the emergency, Feng Qisheng didn't even see what it was. He was caught off guard. He could only rely on his instinctive reaction and use the sharp claws transformed by his martial soul to swipe his hands in an attempt to block the unknown attack.

"Hiss!" There was a sound of tearing linen, followed by waves of pungent smell rushing straight to Feng Qisheng's forehead.

The smell is mixed with the smell of spices such as Sichuan peppercorns, cumin, chili powder, pepper, and even some fennel and angelica.

The mixture of these smells was unbearable, and Feng Qisheng's tears and snot flowed out unconsciously in an instant.

These spices were sent by Mr. Chen Xiao a few days ago. They are very precious and difficult to find on the market.

Kong Youde knew that after tonight, no matter what the outcome of the battle, he would never stay at Ji's house again, so he took the spices with him.

He already has a deep understanding of these spices, and he knows that using them in large quantities will have a huge impact on human senses. This can be regarded as a trump card he left to himself.

Although Feng Qisheng maintained a trace of vigilance when approaching Kong Youde, he was still successfully plotted by Kong Youde and was unable to fully guard against this sudden and unexpected attack method.

He looked at Feng Qisheng, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Feng Qisheng, you won, but the Ji family also suffered a lot of losses. I didn't lose much, but the mission still failed."

Waves of wind swirled around him, protecting him like a big whirlwind.

When Kong Youde fell to the ground, he was covered in blood and was dying. His vitality was almost exhausted due to the side effects of the Bloodthirsty Pill, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and madness.

The beauty of this soul skill lies in one's mind. When used properly, it can be used for both attack and defense.

He felt that his senses were completely disrupted by these smells, and his eyes were almost unable to open due to the pungent smell, and he was unable to concentrate on the upcoming attack.

In the flash of lightning, Feng Qisheng subconsciously activated his soul skill: "Left leg bone soul skill - Wind Strangulation!"

At this moment, Kong Youde's Golden Spirit Blade struck through the air.

At this moment, Feng Qisheng did not answer immediately. He looked at the dying Kong Youde, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, but he was more tired and relieved.

Feng Qisheng looked at Kong Youde who couldn't move, walked over, and sat down next to him, breathing heavily.

Kong Youde, who was swept up by the whirlwind, was unable to break free in the air and could only let the wind beam cut into his body.

"Old Kong, we have known each other for twenty years. You are so hard to deal with. I didn't expect that I almost fell into your hands, Lao Qi. Your knife is indeed fast, accurate and cruel, and the knife is even more cruel. .”

His face became a little ferocious, and after a long time, he sighed softly, "But, we will 'greet' you properly next. After all, a lot of people died because of you this time, right?!"

Kong Youde smiled miserably, "Old man Feng, I...do I still need you to 'greet' me now? Do you want to fight with Pluto?" Feng Qisheng's complex emotions became even more complicated after listening to Kong Youde's words. He looked at Kong Youde's face twisted in pain, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He actually had a good relationship with Kong Youde. He was a gourmet and good at wine, so he was a perfect match for Kong Youde, the kitchen chef.

The two have been getting along for twenty years. They often drink and chat, and they are good friends.

Therefore, when he was so angry before, in addition to his negligence, he also felt that Kong Youde had betrayed their friendship for many years.

At this time, Chen Xiaojun left, with an incomprehensible look on his face, and softly called: "Chef Kong!"

Because he likes cooking, he admires Chef Kong's cooking skills and has good senses. As a chef, it is rare for a young man like him to put down his dignity and ask for advice humbly.

"It's Brother Chen. What I'm doing now is effective for you." Kong Youde twitched his lips and showed an ugly smile.

"Chef Kong, these twenty years must have been very hard." Chen Xiaojun said lightly.

Kong Youde looked at Chen Xiaojun's sincere eyes, looked at each other for a long time, lowered his head and said, "It's just a mission."

Feng Qisheng nodded to Chen Xiaojun, frowned and asked, "Do you hate the Ji family so much?"

The Ji family's family tradition is humble, polite, gentle and self-disciplined. As the general manager, Feng Qisheng knows this very well. He thinks that the Ji family treats his subordinates well. He can't figure out why Kong Youde had such overwhelming hatred for the Ji family before.

Kong Youde looked startled, perhaps because he was about to die, as if he was touched by this question.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Hate?...Actually, I don't hate the Ji family, I hate myself."

Then, his body seemed to turn rosy, and his voice sounded calm and low again, as if he was recalling the distant past.

"I come from the Kong family, which is a big family of the Crimson Church, although it is at the bottom of the top families. Although my father is not a playboy, he is just an ordinary member of the main family, and my mother is just a cook. Mom, they gave birth to me because of an unexpected moment of joy."

"I'm just an illegitimate son of the Kong family, and it was my mother's martial soul, the Golden Spirit Blade, that awakened. Fortunately, the Kong family is a big family, and my surname is still Kong, so I still get the treatment I deserve. Plus, I'm very lucky. In this filthy place like the Crimson Church, my father's wife, my aunt, was a very nice person and did not make things difficult for my mother and my mother. She even made my mother a concubine and I became a concubine, so my childhood was pretty good."

"But the Golden Spirit Blade is only a fifth-level martial spirit, and its innate soul power is only level six. It's not bad, but it can annihilate everyone among its peers in the Crimson Church."

Kong Youde continued to tell his story, his voice low and trembling, as if he was recalling the unbearable past.

"When I was ten years old, a great change took place in the Crimson Church, which was a turning point in my life. My aunt, that once loving woman, was of noble birth, and her marriage to my father was considered a lower marriage. I didn't want to I know why she made such a choice, but she really loved my father miserably. She was framed to death due to a power struggle due to her family's reasons. And my father became a victim of this struggle, and they took away at the same time My father’s life was ruined and my future was ruined.”

"The Kong family was pretty good at protecting my life at that time. But since then, I have become the abandoned son of the Kong family. When I was thirteen years old, my mother became weak due to excessive sadness, and The last sudden illness also passed away from me, leaving me alone in the Kong family. At that moment, I felt unprecedented despair and helplessness."

(End of this chapter)