Wen Chao scorned, “You’re so close to your death and you’re still playing the hero!”
Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “It’s precisely because I’m close to my death that I’m so happy! What I’m scared of is that I won’t die. If you have the guts then torture me! The more cruel the better. After I die, I’ll definitely become a ferocious ghost and haunt the QishanWen Sect day and night, cursing all of you!”
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Knowing that he’d definitely die, Wei WuXian somehow grew calmer. The bone-deep hatred within him settled into iron-cold determination. Looking at his expression, although Wen Chao was annoyed, he somehow felt fear. He kicked his stomach, “You’re still putting on the act! Who do you want to scare?! Whose hero are you pretending to be?!”
The group of disciples beat up Wei WuXian with him. After he felt that it was enough, Wen Chao finally ordered, “Enough!”
Wei WuXian spat out another mouthful of blood. His heart was set, It’s time to kill me? It won’t be much different even if I die. It won’t be any worse than living, and there’s a one-in-three chance for me to become a ferocious ghost and seek revenge!
Thinking of this, he felt an unparalleled thrill.
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Along with him, the Wen Sect’s people flew with their swords. The town and the mountains grew farther and farther away. Wei WuXian thought, Even if Jiang Cheng went down, he wouldn’t be able to find me anymore… Why are they taking me so high into the air? Let me fall to my death when they’re high enough?
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He kept his head raised and his eyes open as he plummeted off the cliff. He looked at the person who killed Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu, and tormented Jiang Cheng. He seared his face and his cold expression into his heart.
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His lungs burned and his bones ached. He did not let himself collapse. He bound resentful energy about his limbs to keep walking, like a fierce corpse. What else was he to do? There was no one to help him here except fierce corpses. There would be no one to help him. He had to help himself.
Wei Wuxian is screaming between the rush of them--]
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Wen Chao scorned, “You’re so close to your death and you’re still playing the hero!”
Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “It’s precisely because I’m close to my death that I’m so happy! What I’m scared of is that I won’t die. If you have the guts then torture me! The more cruel the better. After I die, I’ll definitely become a ferocious ghost and haunt the QishanWen Sect day and night, cursing all of you!”
...
Knowing that he’d definitely die, Wei WuXian somehow grew calmer. The bone-deep hatred within him settled into iron-cold determination. Looking at his expression, although Wen Chao was annoyed, he somehow felt fear. He kicked his stomach, “You’re still putting on the act! Who do you want to scare?! Whose hero are you pretending to be?!”
The group of disciples beat up Wei WuXian with him. After he felt that it was enough, Wen Chao finally ordered, “Enough!”
Wei WuXian spat out another mouthful of blood. His heart was set, It’s time to kill me? It won’t be much different even if I die. It won’t be any worse than living, and there’s a one-in-three chance for me to become a ferocious ghost and seek revenge!
Thinking of this, he felt an unparalleled thrill.
...
Along with him, the Wen Sect’s people flew with their swords. The town and the mountains grew farther and farther away. Wei WuXian thought, Even if Jiang Cheng went down, he wouldn’t be able to find me anymore… Why are they taking me so high into the air? Let me fall to my death when they’re high enough?
...
He kept his head raised and his eyes open as he plummeted off the cliff. He looked at the person who killed Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu, and tormented Jiang Cheng. He seared his face and his cold expression into his heart.
...
His lungs burned and his bones ached. He did not let himself collapse. He bound resentful energy about his limbs to keep walking, like a fierce corpse. What else was he to do? There was no one to help him here except fierce corpses. There would be no one to help him. He had to help himself.
Wei Wuxian is screaming between the rush of them--]