Chapter 983: Chapter 240: Mysterious Cemetery [Ten Thousand Words]_5
You deserve it!
Everyone left satisfied.
The guests had all gone.
The red candles were burning, adding to the joyful atmosphere.
Lame Hong Er was about to return to the bridal chamber.
Then, he entered the bridal chamber, ready to spend an unforgettable night.
But... he found out that this night was truly bloody unforgettable!
Everything was prepared. Lame Hong Er took off his pants, got ready to jump in, and then suddenly froze.
Oh no... Why isn’t the little brother reacting?
On the wedding night, Lame Hong Er fiddled with his limp companion like a dead eel, sweating profusely and looking utterly despairing.
It’s over!
I... I can’t get it up...
On the bed, the bride was waiting bashfully, eyes closed, but... why was there no movement after so long?
What are you doing? Just sitting there breathing all heavy?
Qin Fang wasn’t getting married for the first time, it wasn’t like this last time! What game was this lame Hong Er playing?
Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "What are you doing... you... you this... "
Lame Hong Er replied with a mournful face: "Darling, don’t worry... give me... give me a little more time... I need to brew... "
Qin Fang, feeling embarrassed, waited for a bit.
But waiting and waiting...
Lame Hong Er finally said in despair: "Too much to drink today... how about tomorrow?"
"Get lost!"
The bride exploded, kicking Lame Hong Er off the bed, cursing: "Weren’t you mighty before? Seems like you’re excited playing with others’ wives but not with your own? Get lost! What kind of wife are you looking for to marry you?"
Lame Hong Er lay on the floor, wanting to cry but no tears came.
I... I wasn’t like this before, what’s... what’s happening?
Unable to help doubting life...
On this night, Lame Hong Er got married.
And this wedding night was truly... unforgettable in the truest sense!
...
And on the tenth night.
The Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower was a different scene.
The Great Sects of the Heavenly Palace and Hell, along with Duan Xiyang and Feng Yunqi, were all there.
Duan Xiyang was calmly playing chess with Feng Yunqi for nearly ten consecutive days.
The result was... Duan Xiyang, who kept losing, stayed calm, while Feng Yunqi, who kept winning, was on the verge of collapse.
In the first three days.
"Old Duan, let’s have a drink. Stop playing chess. Your chess... really does need some improvement."
"No drinking, I enjoy playing chess."
"But you can’t win, there’s not even a glimmer of hope."
"But I enjoy seeking survival in desperate situations, this is my form of cultivation."
"...Alright."
Then after another three days, the conversation became like this.
"I’m not playing with you anymore. What kind of stinky game are you playing!"
"Winning doesn’t make you happy, never seen anyone so hard to please."
"Do I really care about winning? Against a lousy player like you, what sense of accomplishment do I get from winning?"
"Well, that’s your problem, but I feel accomplished playing with you."
"What exactly is your sense of accomplishment?"
"Watching you go crazy..."
"...Damn it!"
In the last three days.
"Old Duan, spare me, I can promise you one condition."
"I don’t have any conditions, how about this move?"
"I’ll help you change the Cloud Weapon List."
"No need, I want to defeat Xue Fuxiao fair and square... don’t just keep talking, play the game."
"...Spare me."
"No sparing!"
"If you won’t stop, I’ll start dealing with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect."
"Heh... I support you, go ahead."
"..."
The tenth day.
Evening.
Feng Yunqi was completely collapsed: "Grandpa Duan, I’m begging you to spare my life... if we keep playing like this, even I will forget how to play chess..."
"How’s that possible, show me a lousy move?"
"I bloody can’t!"
"Then why are you shouting!"
"Grandpa Duan..."
"No need, Brother Duan will do."
"...I’m done!"
Feng Yunqi fell backward, covering his face with a collapsed expression, and lay down: "Kill me, please! I promise I won’t fight back."
"No can do."
Duan Xiyang, still gripping a black piece, pondered over the chessboard: "...Why did my big dragon die again? Come over and help me review the game."
Feng Yunqi, covering his face, lamented: "There isn’t a single live piece on the entire board... with your level, what’s the point of reviewing?"
Duan Xiyang, furious, pointed at the board: "Nonsense! At least here I can start a ko threat!"
"How many moves can that ko threat last? It’s only five moves total! Can’t you see? After playing, you block your own eyes, and yet you want to review! And ko threat! Threaten a chicken!"
"Five moves? No way, I see it can go seven moves, you’re short on liberties, let’s test it."
"Can’t you tell who has fewer liberties? Old Duan, you can’t just calculate your own moves."
"Then you try and play."
"Mercy... I’ve never feared anyone in my life, but I never thought you, Duan Xiyang, would be this kind of person. I’m scared of you now... Please, have some mercy!"
"Nonsense! Our Wei Wo Zheng Sect has never shown mercy!"
Duan Xiyang, furious, shouted: "Get up and play chess!"
Feng Yunqi, with a face full of despair, bore the marks of torment, looked hopelessly at the ceiling, motionless like a salted fish, muttering: "Please, kill me, just kill me..."
At this moment...
A sudden, violent tremor came from afar.
Boom!
It seemed the entire Baiyun State jumped for a moment.
An imposing momentum, capable of slicing through the heavens, came from afar.
And then it got closer and closer.
Both raised their eyebrows, simultaneously turning to look out the window.
At that moment, a loud laugh echoed from afar: "Xue Fuxiao, you truly live up to your name, you can’t stop me, I bid you farewell!"
The rumbling laughter echoed incessantly.
There were not just one, but several peak masters.
Then those voices grew farther away.
A clear voice, full of irritation and frustration, echoed: "Chen Gu, this time I’ll remember, you wait for it, from a surname Xue!"
