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Chapter 460 Your Fate

At this moment, he felt how lucky he was.

Because he knew that the lively Jiujiu was obediently waiting for him to go home in the marshal's mansion.

Even if she doesn't forgive him, no matter how much she hates him, as long as she is still alive...

Will suffice.

Then he looked at Mo Heng whose eyes were dead silent, as if some hope had been rekindled, he stumbled up from the ground, muttering something in his mouth:
"I will definitely come back! I will definitely..."

Xia Yunshen just followed him through the Six Realms, and met all the capable people and strangers who were praised by the world, just to not let go of that glimmer of hope.

"The world is so big, there must be a way to save Jiu'er..."

Xia Yun watched with cold eyes that he had changed from a handsome young man in his prime to a vicissitudes old man. Looking at himself who was once arrogant and never knew what to respect others, he even learned to beg for help in a low voice. He only hoped that they would agree to save him. Save his Jiu'er...

It's hard for capable people and strangers to have weird tempers, and Mo Heng obviously knew that it would be more likely to backfire if he used his identity as a Demon Lord to oppress them, so his attitude was both humble and respectful.

I don't know if God was moved by him, but finally his hard work paid off, and Mo Heng saw hope in a bad old man.

This ugly old man was born with different pupils. When he looks at you, he seems to be able to see through your whole soul.

He raised his head and filled himself with a jug of wine, and after a big belch, he narrowed his eyes and smiled and uttered four words:
"Life for life."

Mo Heng squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and suppressed the suspicion in his eyes. He clasped his hands tightly, and his trembling voice still revealed the master's mood:
"How do you say this? Whose life? No matter who it is, I will take it!"

Mo Heng's scarlet eyes were full of seriousness and madness, in his heart, there was no distinction between right and wrong.

As long as he can bring his Jiu'er back to life, he doesn't care what the Six Realms have to do with him, and what others have to do with him, even if he destroys the world, even if he becomes a sinner through the ages, he doesn't care.

The bad old man stroked his beard, didn't give too much away, and patted Mo Heng on the shoulder lightly:

"Your life."

Mo Heng didn't even frown, he nodded quickly: "How can I save him?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "So infatuated?"

Mo Heng was silent, but the eyes that looked at him already explained everything.

The bad old man sighed deeply, with an ethereal and distant voice: "If you knew today, why bother? If you could recognize your own intentions earlier...what's the use of people persecuting you?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head helplessly, as if he was sighing about life, and raised his head to pour himself a pot of wine.

Xia Yunshen, who had been watching coldly by the side, shrank his pupils severely. At this moment, he really believed in the old man who was not very popular in front of him.

At the foot of a very remote mountain, he lived in a dilapidated thatched house, and his whole body smelled like bad wine. It was really hard for him to believe that he was a peerless expert.

But Mo Heng has always adhered to the philosophy of never letting go of a glimmer of hope, and traveled all the way to find him.

Mo Heng didn't explain anything when they met, and this person just said the four words "life for life".

Well, it looks good, it feels like a magic stick.

But being able to say these words later made him have to believe it.

Xia Yunshen immediately corrected his attitude, and it's not his fault. He followed Mo Heng to the north and south, and met hundreds of so-called high-level people. In the end, not all of them left full of hope but returned full of disappointment.

(End of this chapter)