Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Chapter 299 I miss home, I want to go home.

Of course Zhenqing understood what he meant. He was no longer Lu Yunting, so it was fine to just call him Yunting.

Yunting moved his gaze behind Zhenqing, glanced at Gu Yuan and others who saluted after hearing his identity, then moved his gaze to Qiu Bieyi and paused for a moment, then saluted slightly before turning around and whispering, "Come in."

Qiu Bieyi and Zhenqing looked at each other, and followed Gu Yuan and the others into the cabin behind him.

The room was simply furnished but clean, with a soft bed, a set of tables and chairs, simple tea sets, and a dim wall lamp. That was all there was in the room.

This is completely two extremes compared to Zhai Nian's underwater temple.

Yunting seemed to realize that there was no place for them to sit in the house, so he took them to the white jade tree, where there was only a stone table and six stone benches.

The young man stared at the stone bench blankly for two seconds and was about to turn around to get a chair in the house, but Gu Yuan reacted very quickly and gave Wei Yang and the others a look. Wen Sheng and Wei Yang immediately turned into a black panther and a lion, lying under the tree, while Mu Yao held the little fox.

Yunting was stunned for another two seconds. Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi had never expected that "Lu Yunting" would have such a personality. He was talking fine in the canyon just now, why did he suddenly become dazed and his reaction was a little slow?

Everyone sat down consciously. Seeing this, the young man cleared his throat and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was asleep most of the time, so this room is very simple and it's really difficult to entertain Your Highness."

Zhenqing waved his hands quickly, his mouth was one step faster than his brain, and he spoke politely, "It's okay, the environment here is quiet and has a unique charm. It doesn't matter if it's a little simple."

Yunting took out the tea set from the mustard seed space and pushed it in front of Qiu Bieyi. Qiu Bieyi was stunned for a moment, but soon understood why Yunting knew that he liked to fiddle with the tea set. He reached out to take it and started to make tea.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." This sentence made Zhenqing a little confused.

Without waiting for Zhenqing to respond, Yunting stared at Qiu Bieyi's skillful tea-making movements and said with a smile, "I know why you are here. I knew this day would come since you were born."

Zhenqing: “???”

After confirming that he had heard correctly, Zhenqing asked, "You... have any memories?"

"No." Yunting took the teacup, "But we are mutants. We sensed your arrival on the day you were born."

The young man looked at the white jade tree with a complicated expression, "As the earliest leader of Area D, in this place where the laws are suppressed, we have been exposed to the inheritance of the fairy level very early, so naturally I know where our power comes from."

"When Zhai Ling and I first met," Yun Ting concealed the nostalgia in his expression, "he told me that we would have a little prince. I knew about your existence a long time ago, and I roughly guessed my fate when I was imprisoned in the Meteorite Monument."

"I've been following you for a long time." Yunting changed the subject, "Zhai Nian and Yan Ting are the youngest among the 'fallen' mutants. They have only been in power for less than 20 years, so they don't know that sometimes the scenes they see can be seen by the other leaders. We have empathy."

Zhenqing: “…….Ah?”

"The reason why we didn't tell them..." Yunting said a little embarrassedly, "is mainly because we wanted to see from them what our homeland looks like now. Unfortunately, they are always trapped in the simulated space. Yuxi said that if they find out that we are bad people and block their perception, we will never see you again."

Zhenqing looked at the young man's ears which were gradually turning red: "............." It's hard to comment, why does he sound so innocent.

Gu Yuan stroked the fan bone, "If that's the case, then you should already know the purpose of our coming here."

"know."

Qiu Bieyi put down the teacup and went straight to the point, "The power in your body is helpful to Him, but once this power is taken away, you will lose your life. Are you willing?"

"I shouldn't be alive." Yun Ting smiled, and there was a hint of relief in his smile.

Zhenqing bit her lip and looked at him, the cup was almost cracked by him, and she repeated softly, "You will die, are you willing to do this?"

The young man drank the tea in one gulp. "I am a mutant killer whale. I prefer to swim in the vast ocean. Being trapped in this small space is not what I want."

Yun Ting moved his gaze to Gu Yuan and the others, and his warm eyes swept over each of them, which was the love and comfort from an elder to the younger generation.

Finally, he stopped his gaze on the lion licking his paw, and what emerged in his mind was the cheerful and cheerful boy who once stood in front of him. Although time has passed, the boy's voice and appearance have long been blurred, but that crisp and resounding voice still seems to ring in his ears.

Their last meeting was when the young man pointed a dagger at him after sparring with him, his eyebrows flying, and he made a bold statement, "Brother Lu! I will definitely beat you next time!"

"Okay." Lu Yun raised his eyebrows.

Gu Xu put his hand on him, "Hey, what's the point of just saying harsh words, how about this, A Yu, if you win next time, let Brother Lu agree to one of your requests?"

Wei Yu put down his sword, scratched his head, and poked the gravel on the ground with his sword. He tilted his head and asked, "What if I lose again?"

Lu Yunting crossed his arms, thought for a moment and said, "If you lose, you will have to serve me tea and water for a day."

"Brother Lu, this is too simple, isn't it?" Others complained.

"That's right! You weren't like this when you made a bet with us before!"

"Yes, yes!"

"The child is still young." Lu Yunting glared at them, "I won't exploit child labor."

Gu Xu's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhai Ling who was walking over there: "Brother Zhai, be the witness! That's it!"

Zhai Ling nodded helplessly, "Yun Ting, let's go."

"coming!"

Wei Yu: "Brother, when will you come back?"

"Tomorrow?" Lu Yun asked Zhai Ling.

Zhai Ling stretched out his tone, "The day after tomorrow——"

"Okay, I'll wait!" Wei Yu jumped up and waved his hand.

"Uh-huh."

Thinking of this, Yun Ting chuckled twice, "But if you want to take away my power, it won't be done with just a few words."

“The first patriarch of your Wei family once pointed a sword at me and threatened to defeat me.” Yun Ting smiled at Wei Yang, who had transformed back into human form as soon as he opened his mouth, and tapped the table with his five fingers together.

"It's a pity that we didn't see each other for the last time. He said that if he beat me, I would agree to one of his requests. Today is the right day. Come on."

"Your name is Wei Yang, right? Defeat me and I will let you take away my power."

Wei Yang’s face was filled with astonishment, his mane exploded. He turned back into a human, pointed at himself, and asked in disbelief, “Me?”

Everyone was stunned for two seconds and subconsciously looked at Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi next to them. Seeing that the two were silent and did not object, they roughly guessed something.

Ling Jie was about to speak when Wei Yang stopped him. The young man put his fingers together and tapped his forehead to salute, then picked up the teapot and filled the cup in front of Yun Ting with tea. He bowed and said, "Please teach me, senior."

The young man drank up the tea in the cup, and a black and purple dagger appeared in his hand. It was surrounded by lightning and black air, and gave off a strange and eerie chill.

Two invisible forces surged, black electric light and flying golden flames intertwined, and two figures collided and flew into the air at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Under the moonlight, when the golden figure and the black figure pass by each other, there will be a huge explosion of energy collision.

"Is this all released into the sea?"

Wen Sheng looked at the two figures in the sky. Among the abilities of Yunting, there was a dark ability. The two dark abilities repelled each other, and there would be a strong desire to kill. However, he had never had this feeling since he met him. For someone so strong that he could restrain his own power silently, Wei Yang would never have the chance to get close to him from the beginning.

This is clearly a battle of guidance.

"He has always been lucky." Zhenqing looked at Lingjie who was staring at the sky above and handed him a slice of orange.

“The number of people who use daggers in the entire Qinghe can be counted on one hand. Even if my uncle has created a special dagger technique for Wei Yang, it is still no match for the little tricks of someone who actually fights on the battlefield and uses this weapon to the extreme with every stroke.”

Every powerful person with supernatural powers at the beginning of the apocalypse had fought their way to the top, and their overall strength was twice as strong as the current Qinghe people. It was said that Lu Yun could be said to be the first person created by God back then. If he had not been besieged by strong people of almost the same level, he would not have died.

Zhai Heng was not good at using weapons, let alone unpopular weapons like daggers. He usually broke them with his bare hands. Relying on his own strong physical skills, he could just smash them open with one punch, solving all problems violently. Although he did develop a set of dagger techniques for Wei Yang, it was still not as strong as a professional.

Wei Yang in the air also realized that this was a battle of guidance, and was even feeding him moves, which was mixed with the meaning of inheritance. The young man's heart was blocked with pain, and his eyes were red as he took it more seriously.

The sound of falling swords rang in his ears, and the two daggers collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

"Use all your strength to hurt me and defeat me."

His dagger was made of golden flames. Unlike the weapons made of various rare metals by Gu Yuan and others, he did not need to run it in, because the dagger made of supernatural powers was more suitable for himself and could exert greater power.

The dagger used by Yunting should be made of some kind of material. After absorbing supernatural powers, it can exert twice its own strength. This is what Wei Yang discovered during the fight. As long as he has this weapon, Yunting's strength will double on the original basis.

So what if he suppressed the class to the same level as himself? But the strength of physical skills and supernatural powers will not change, and he is still super high-level.

A drop of sweat slid down Wei Yang's nose, and the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly. He was almost out of breath under the continuous attacks of Yun Ting and the terrifying aura that occasionally emanated from him. He was too strong, and he didn't even have a chance to get close. The Nine Killing Formation had no effect on him either. It would be broken almost the next second he used it, and his domain was swallowed up by the young man's domain as soon as it opened.

He could only gradually understand the moves that Yunting fed him from time to time, start to counter each move, constantly looking for ways to break through and time to catch his breath. However, it was almost impossible to win even if he wanted to, but his goal was to win.

Wei Yang's mind was working rapidly, and he took advantage of a gap to cut his palm. The bright red blood was mixed with a little silver-blue, and the blood slowly flowed down and covered the golden flame dagger. The flames around the boy turned into silver-blue.

"Nine Killing Formation - Subordinate Physical Technique, fully activated."

Yun Ting paused noticeably, staring at the flames around the young man in astonishment for a moment, but that moment of astonishment was enough for Wei Yang to trap him. The Nine Killing Formation took shape, and all the attached physical skills were smashed down at once.

The others who were watching the game below were stunned. Ling Jie suddenly stood up and shouted heartbreakingly, "Wei Yang! No!!!"

The attached body technique contains a spell that can burn your life, so it cannot be used!

Yun Ting also realized something when he heard the voice below. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead and an illusion in front of him. He immediately used his strength to break the formation. Three seconds was all it took him. He only needed three seconds to break the formation. He sensed a flash of golden light. He turned sideways and Wei Yang's dagger had already pierced his shoulder.

The boy's mouth was bleeding, his face was pale, and his expression was tough, "I hurt you."

Yunting glanced at the wound on his shoulder. Seeing that the boy was going to use this forbidden technique, he immediately broke all the hands that were strangling Wei Yang's neck and fell straight down with the boy. There was a loud bang, and a huge pit was smashed into the ground. Zhenqing's pupils shook and he immediately teleported over.

Wei Yang was lying in the pit, covered in wounds. Blood covered half of his face. He was almost unconscious. The only pain he felt was in his heart. The dagger had pierced his heart. It was only one centimeter away from penetrating his heart.

Everyone's faces turned pale with fright. Others took out their weapons and prepared to attack, but were stopped by Qiu Bieyi. Everyone looked over and saw that the man's face didn't look very good, but he still shook his head gently.

Zhen Qing held the silver thread in his palm with trembling hands, and only relaxed a little after he was sure that Yun Ting had no intention of killing him.

The silver thread had been wrapped around the young man's neck since the fight between Yunting and Wei Yang began, just to prevent Yunting from really hurting Wei Yang.

Zhenqing released his blood to comfort him, pinched Lingjie's shoulder, and told him not to be impulsive, "Ayang, it's okay, the dagger has recognized its master."

"You're fine." The young man's voice sounded.

The purple-black dagger gradually turned golden the moment the words fell. Golden flames burned from Wei Yang's heart. Yun Ting slowly stood up and stepped back, looking down at Wei Yang. He was not hurt at all by the golden flames. Under the light of the fire, there was relief and expectation in his eyes.

Wei Yang choked and coughed up blood, pulled out the dagger from his heart, gasped, propped himself up, and looked at the dagger lying in his hands.

The dagger no longer had the purple-black color it had when it was first seen. It was no longer wrapped in black air and lightning, but was shrouded in golden flames. Its entire body was covered with flame patterns and flickered with a faint golden light.

The light emitted by the dagger gradually healed his wounds. He heard the young man say, "It's called 'Blood Li'."

Yunting said in a gentle voice, "This is a fake artifact I found in a space. It has some spirit in it, and needs to be recognized by it and then acknowledged with blood. Now it belongs to you. It has been with me for a hundred years, so treat it well."

Wei Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, propped himself up and knelt down in front of him, biting his lips. Although his body was completely healed, his heart still hurt badly. The young man suppressed his tears and squeezed out a cry, "Teacher...Teacher."

"Have you fully understood the moves I taught you today?" Yun Ting smiled. The young man's smile was gentle and beautiful.

Wei Yang looked at him with red eyes and clenched the dagger, "I know it all."

Yunting patted his shoulder and looked at Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi who were standing outside the pit.

"I want to make a wish to God." Yunting smiled gently, "I wonder if my current identity is still okay?"

Zhenqing's dark pupils instantly transformed into golden pupils like bright stars, warmer than the sun, "Okay."

The man's body gradually dissipated, and he asked, "Can I return to the Lu family in my next life?"

The young god's voice was choked with sobs as he caught the falling bead, which had turned into a purple-black bead. Tears fell from his eyes. The bead was the size of a palm, emitting a pure divine power throughout, with a hint of blood red in the middle.

"I miss home. I want to go home."

"God grant you."