Chapter 21: There Is No Road To The Sky Nor A Door Into The Earth
If a man died in their favorite woman’s hands, then all that person’s love would be transformed into hate.
Feng Feiyun originally thought that he would never be able to see Shui Yueting again, in this life, but he didn’t expect to meet her again so soon; this scenery was almost identical to their meeting before.
Shui Yueting rode her ancient Fragrant Moon carriage and flew down from the sky gently. She pulled aside the carriage’s curtain, from the Fragrant carriage; she gently stepped down, and she stood in front of him. Her wide and round almond-shaped eyes were like the beautiful bright moon.
At that moment, Feng Feiyun felt that, for the first time, he could hear his own heart beat.
Dongfang Jingyue was so similar — their eyes gave off the same impression. Their temperaments were also the same; every inch of their eyes to each of their eyelashes, everything was exactly the same.
How could there be such similarities between two women in the world?
Feiyun’s heart was both engulfed with intense love and hate towards Shui Yueting. Otherwise, he would not be so hysterical when he saw Dongfang Jingyue, or, in this case, recognize the wrong person. He knew once Dongfang Jingyue started to hunt him, there would be no road to the sky nor door into the earth for him.
Feng Feiyun had to escape for three days and three nights; even his eyes had not been closed, his legs, especially, never stopped even for a bit, and right now, he was tired, sleepy, thirsty, and hungry; however, he still couldn’t stop. Dongfang Jingyue was definitely right behind him, and once he stopped, it would be likely that she would catch up.
Once she caught up, Feng Feiyun was afraid that he would die in the hands of a woman one more time; this would be such a shameful thing!
For the past three days, Feng Feiyun fled day and night, without breaks. With the speed of his legs, it was likely that he had ran more than one thousand miles. An ordinary person would never catch up to him, but Dongfang Jingyue was not an ordinary person; she had cultivated the “Thousand Miles Seeing Eyes”, and she could channel her spirit energy to see for a thousand miles. Even if two ants were fighting a thousand miles away, it would not elude her eyes.
“Fuck, this woman’s personality turns even faster than turning the pages in a book. I didn’t want to mistake her for a different person, I didn’t want to punch her head, I didn’t want to call her a slut, and I didn’t want to do anything! Who is to blame for her and Shui Yueting to be so similar?!”
Feng Feiyun didn’t know where he had escaped to, but he knew it was outside of Spirit State City’s boundary; there was a snowy mountain peak and before his eyes, there was a large and fast flowing river. Chasing the sound of the water, Feng Feiyun went to the river bank; seeing his reflection in the water was unbearable because there was not a distinguishable difference from a beggar.