Soldier King of Life

Chen Qingyang's heart continued to sink. Of course, he knew that the most terrifying thing in this world wasn't death. Especially for a girl, there were many tragic and unbearable things that could happen to her.    

    

Cheng Jianhua continued: "What's more, you are the Chosen One. the Chosen One could die, but he would definitely not commit suicide. Because, until the very last moment, that means there's still hope, right? "    

    

Chen Qingyang said coolly, "Aren't you being too confident?" He paused before continuing, "After I died, it didn't matter to me anymore. When that happens, my soul will be gone, leaving no trace in the world. Why would I care about Qin Moyao's life? "    

    

Cheng Jianhua smiled faintly and said, "It seems that you still refuse to accept your fate?"    

    

Chen Qingyang said, "Acknowledge your mother's life."    

    

Cheng Jianhua said lightly, "You know, libel has endless sins. You are rude and insulting me is libel. I'll teach you a lesson and let you know that there is no limit to words, and that there is only retribution. "    

    

Chen Qingyang widened his eyes and laughed in extreme anger. Cheng Jianhua was so f * cking arrogant, he actually compared himself to a Buddha. He wanted to open his mouth and curse, but the moment the words reached his mouth, he immediately repressed them.    

    

F * ck, a wise man doesn't take advantage of the situation. While he was under the eaves, for no reason, he was trying to be strong. He could only find trouble for himself.    

    

At the same time, Cheng Jianhua said to Lee Yang behind him, "Slap him ten times."    

    

Lee Yang acknowledged and then walked in front of Chen Qingyang.    

    

Chen Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. He had never received such an insult before. However, Lee Yang was cold. He slapped Chen Qingyang ten times in a row.    

    

Lee Yang's attacks were heavy, but he had a sense of propriety.    

    

Chen Qingyang was beaten to the point that his eyes seemed to shine, and his cheeks were covered in blood. After Lee Yang's ten slaps, Chen Qingyang spat out ten teeth.    

    

Lee Yang then returned to Cheng Jianhua's back.    

    

Cheng Jianhua looked at Chen Qingyang indifferently.    

    

Chen Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Cheng Jianhua without saying a word. Of course, he wouldn't continue to curse Cheng Jianhua. It would be useless. But there was no doubt that today was the biggest insult Chen Qingyang had ever suffered.    

    

"I will definitely kill you!" Chen Qingyang said while grinding his teeth. His voice was bone-chilling.    

    

Cheng Jianhua looked at Chen Qingyang blandly and the two of them looked at each other. After a long while, Cheng Jianhua suddenly laughed out loud. After he finished laughing, he said: "the Chosen One, I know you hate me so much that you would like to tear me into pieces. But the reality is, I will extract your karmic luck and kill you. Here, in heaven and earth, no one can save you. You are severely injured, so it is even more impossible for you to save yourself. " At this point, he stood up and said, "There are still sixteen hours left from now until nightfall. Enjoy the last moments of your life. Once your luck has been drawn out, you will discover that even if you are still alive, you will not be able to live as well as a dog. "    

    

After he finished, he turned around and left with Lee Yang.    

    

The door to the alchemy lab was closed again, and darkness filled up the entire room.    

    

Chen Qingyang laid down dejectedly.    

    

Chen Qingyang felt his mouth go numb as the stinging pain on his face had not disappeared. After his internal injuries, the circulation of his blood was slow, and his wounds were recovering especially slowly.    

    

At this moment, Chen Qingyang really wanted to roar in anger. He really wanted to use his powerful strength to shatter everything in front of him. But the reality was that as long as he had luck blood, the wound would immediately crack and he would bleed profusely again. This was a deep feeling of powerlessness. So what if he hated them? Reality was just that cruel.    

    

Miracle? Could there be a miracle?    

    

This is the real world, not a martial arts novel. There will be so many miracles.    

    

Chen Qingyang clenched his fist. His eyes were blood-red. He stayed in this position for a long time. Finally, he was so tired that he could not endure any longer. He had no choice but to release his fist.    

    

Was he really going to accept his fate?    

    

This is my life?    

    

A strong sense of destiny rose up in Chen Qingyang's mind. But soon, Chen Qingyang abandoned this idea as he knew Cheng Jianhua wanted this kind of effect. Once he accepted his fate, his willpower would no longer be strong. Then his destiny would be taken away from him.    

    

Once his destiny was taken away, he would truly be doomed.    

    

All these years, Chen Qingyang had been running wild, brushing past the Death God many times. It was not because he was proficient enough to escape death every time he escaped, but it was because his luck was good enough. Many Mercenary Kings and cultivation level were higher than Chen Qingyang's. In the end, they all died under the bullets.    

    

In this world, strength was important. However, luck definitely took up seven points. Only three points was the true strength!    

    

Time passed and soon, it was 5 PM.    

    

During this period of time, no one came to deliver food and water to Chen Qingyang, so this alchemy lab was like a forgotten place.    

    

It was easy to understand. After all, it was midnight tonight, so Cheng Jianhua was going to refine Chen Qingyang. Why give Chen Qingyang food and drink when he wouldn't die after not eating for a whole day?    

    

However, even though Chen Qingyang was heavily injured. However, his recovery ability was still better than ordinary people's. After nine hours of recuperation, Chen Qingyang was finally able to stand up and walk slowly. Of course, he wasn't willing to die just like that. At this moment, Chen Qingyang knew that his luck was still good. Therefore, he held onto a sliver of hope, hoping to find a way out.    

    

Chen Qingyang arrived at the door first. It was an iron gate. The metal door was locked from the outside.    

    

If it was Chen Qingyang's Heyday, he could even shake the iron lock off the iron gate. He could only sigh. In desperation, Chen Qingyang started to have delusions, hoping to find some leftover elixir, elixir, etc.    

    

He just wanted a miracle.    

    

However, this was obviously wishful thinking.    

    

After searching for a while, he was extremely tired. This physique was comparable to that of an eighty year old lady. Chen Qingyang had no choice but to sit cross-legged and take a break. At this time, even the Great Sun Moon Art was useless. The Great Sun Moon Art nourished one's body, but it had no healing effects.    

    

In the end, martial arts skills were not as magical as those in novels. Chen Qingyang didn't have any Qi to heal his injuries. He could only recover quickly in a healthy state.    

    

The sky gradually darkened.    

    

In the blink of an eye, it was already eight in the evening. The clear light of the moon shone through the small window, and Chen Qingyang's thoughts became more and more complicated. This meant that he was getting closer and closer to death. Death was not scary, but waiting to die was scary. He thought of Qin Moyao again, and felt a pang of guilt.    

    

At the end of the day, this was all a disaster for Qin Moyao. He was the one who dragged Qin Moyao into this. Otherwise, she would still be happily serving as captain in Binhai City.    

    

Chen Qingyang thought to himself, Lili wouldn't be scattered by that, would she? After all, Cheng Jianhua, Loong Xuan, and Lee Yang were not good people. However, he was not one of those hooligans who would do despicable things.    

    

Chen Qingyang changed his mind. Damn, wasn't this an unexpected disaster for him?    

    

The grudge between Cheng Jianhua and Bai Yinshuang, as well as that whatever ancestor, had something to do with him! His tendons had strung incorrectly and he had come to take a walk in this muddy water.    

    

If he didn't come here, he would have been in Binhai City, enjoying life happily. Every day peeping Sister Qing bath, more leisurely.    

    

Chen Qingyang's mind was in a mess, but he suddenly felt a chill.    

    

Could it be that this was what Bai Yinshuang meant by the miraculous thread of fate?    

    

The invisible thread of fate had dragged him here? Was this the end of his life?    

    

He let his imagination run wild, but in the end, there was no result.    

    

Following that, Chen Qingyang's gaze landed on the pill furnace with the dragon tattoo on it. He couldn't help but become curious. Alchemy furnace? What kind of pill was it?    

    

Chen Qingyang knew that there was alchemy in the Xianxia novels, but that was just a fiction. In ancient times, there were people who concocted pills for the Emperor. However, Pills were all fake pills like mercury and lead. After eating them, the emperor usually dies even faster.    

    

Chen Qingyang thought to himself, Dark Robe Sect is a true expert of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, profound understanding of fate, and the convergence of wind, water, and magnetic fields. They definitely wouldn't concoct a fake pill. What pill did they refine?    

    

Chen Qingyang couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.    

    

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside once again.    

    

It was Lee Yang.    

    

Chen Qingyang sat cross-legged and thought to himself: "What is he doing here?"    

    

The iron gate was opened and bright moonlight shone in.    

    

Lee Yang was dressed in black and his expression was calm and indifferent. His face was handsome and cold.    

    

Chen Qingyang looked at Lee Yang. Today, he had been slapped by Lee Yang. Although Lee Yang was only following orders, Lee Yang's actions were quite heavy. The indifference in his eyes was enough to make Chen Qingyang angry. If there was a chance, Chen Qingyang would definitely kill Lee Yang.    

    

However, this was just a thought.    

    

Lee Yang came in, pulled a chair over and sat in front of Chen Qingyang. They also looked down from above.    

    

"What are you doing here?" Chen Qingyang spoke first.    

    

Lee Yang said lightly: "I want to see the difference between the Chosen One and ordinary people."    

    

Chen Qingyang said, "Then did you see it?"    

    

Lee Yang replied coldly, "I'm very disappointed. You are no different from an ordinary person facing death."    

    

Chen Qingyang lowered his gaze and said without much interest, "If you have nothing else to say, then you can leave."    

    

A hint of anger flashed across Lee Yang's eyes. He said, "You look down on me, right?"    

    

Chen Qingyang glanced at Lee Yang, then said, "Although you pretend to be very cold, I must say that you are quite sensitive in your heart. Why sensitive? Because you're a traitor, aren't you? You are a person who would even sell out his own country. Do you really expect me to treat you differently? "    

    

Lee Yang suddenly became excited. With bloodshot eyes, he kicked Chen Qingyang's neck.    

    

Peng, Chen Qingyang was kicked fiercely to the ground. His face fell to the ground, causing blood to flow out. Lee Yang put his foot on Chen Qingyang's neck and sneered: "Bastard, you think you're qualified to laugh at me?"    

    

Chen Qingyang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He was extremely humiliated. He clenched his fists and let go. He hated it to the extreme, but what tormented him the most was his mental despair.    

    

Because he had no hope of turning the situation around.    

    

What humans feared the most was not death, but hopelessness.    

    

At this moment, Lee Yang withdrew his leg. Chen Qingyang propped himself up.    

    

"Aren't you sharp-tongued? What's wrong, mute? " Lee Yang sneered, "Do you want to kill me? Is it despair? "    

    

Chen Qingyang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.