Strongest Wastrel

0My legs were weak, and I was limply lying on the ground. It was hard to believe that I was actually paralyzed, unable to recover from my shock for a long time.    

    

The middle-aged man sighed, found a piece of clothing and draped it over my shoulders. "Why are you thinking so much? "Take advantage of this little bit of time and finish what you want to do."    

    

I recovered and remembered Faang Jinbao's appearance at that time. I immediately asked: "How is Faang Jinbao now?"    

    

"He … His recovery was very good, but the lack of an arm is not a big problem, and his cultivation has been consolidated at the First Stage of the Nascent Realm. " The middle-aged man replied.    

    

I clenched my fists. My body was so weak that I couldn't feel what realm I was in. The Upper Sky door in my senses has completely disappeared.    

    

"Your physical fitness has regressed greatly. Now … "She's just an ordinary person, don't think too much about it. Miss Faang is the most worried about you in this half year. For you, she eats all day long without thinking, and is getting thinner and thinner." The middle-aged man sighed lightly and waved his hand for people to help me up.    

    

Lowering my head, looking at my unconscious legs, feeling the body of an ordinary person regressed, my heart was close to despair.    

    

Creak ~    

    

The door to the medical room was pushed open. Faang Sheng and Faang Dao walked in from the outside, followed by Faang Jinbao, who had lost an arm.    

    

At this moment, Faang Jinbao's face was full of smiles. His face was rosy and his body had gained a lot of weight. The raised corner of his mouth was unconsciously filled with mockery.    

    

He patted me on the shoulder as if we were family members, and said with regret, "It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're awake. Our Fang family can't do anything about your condition, but no matter what, the Nine Steps of the Death God is very important, you are a member of the Fang family after all, so …"    

    

"So you want me to hand it over?" I sneered.    

    

Faang Jinbao stood up and berated, "This is a chance for you to show off. If it wasn't for that god of death nine steps, who would be willing to save you?"    

    

"Shut up! It's not your turn to interrupt. " Faang Sheng glared at him.    

    

The more I smiled, the colder I got. I just let Faang Sheng bring the pen and paper over. I waved my hand and wrote down the Nine Steps of Death.    

    

In fact, I have already felt the so-called nine steps of the God of Death. It isn't something that anyone can cast, but something unique to my physique!    

    

Even if I had recorded the secrets of the Nine Steps of Death, no one would have been able to learn it.    

    

After writing, I threw away the pen and coldly looked at Faang Sheng as I said, "I have already written what I should write, but whether or not I can learn the nine steps of the God of Death is something that I have comprehended on my own, others might not be able to learn. The smaller the realm of six steps, the larger the realm of nine steps, but it will consume one's life force.    

    

"Alright, then I'll arrange for you to return to Ruolan Palace and move the doctor over." Faang Sheng picked up the paper and was very satisfied. He tried his best to hold back a smile as his expression was extremely hypocritical.    

    

"..."    

    

Sitting in a wheelchair, I was pushed back to Wulli Palace.    

    

Faang Ruolan seemed to have long received the news and waited anxiously in front of the palace gate with the old monk.    

    

Seeing me appear from afar, Faang Ruolan was the first to run over and pushed the wheelchair for me while holding back her tears. She choked with sobs and said, "It's good that you're back."    

    

The old monk walked over from behind me. His expression was cold and furious, but he didn't want to flare up in front of me. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master will accompany you back."    

    

I pinched my temples, my head aching. Thinking of how I only had three months left to live, I was filled with despair. It was too short a time, and I still had a lot of unfulfilled wishes.    

    

The doctors who had been pushed into Ruolan Palace had left as well, each of them busy themselves with transferring medical equipment.    

    

The old monk helped me up onto the sofa. When he saw my skinny body, he couldn't hold back his tears. "Disciple, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have entered the Fang family."    

    

Faang Ruolan remained silent as she lowered her head to secretly wipe away her tears.    

    

I smiled and pointed to the door. "Xiao Lan, actually, the antidote for the black puppet has always been in the room. It's in the corner of the third drawer. It's white. You should go and eat it."    

    

"You …" Faang Ruolan raised her head, looking shocked.    

    

"Eat it. I won't live for long, I can't hurt you." "No," I said.    

    

The old monk slapped his thigh and quickly said, "No, how can I give you the antidote? Aren't you afraid that she will harm us in return? "    

    

"I'm not afraid, I'm already a dying person. I'm not afraid of anything anymore." I raised my hand, indicating that the old monk should listen to me.    

    

After a long while, Faang Ruolan consumed the antidote. Not only did she not change her expression, she even cried even harder. She threw herself into my embrace, her eyes watering as she sobbed, "You can't die …"    

    

"Take me out of the Fang family tomorrow. I want to see the outside world." I sighed.    

    

Faang Ruolan nodded furiously. Just as she was about to agree, Faang Jinbao walked in alone with a basket of fruits in his hands.    

    

"Faang Jinbao, what are you doing here?" You are not welcome here! "There's no need for you to be so merciful." Faang Ruolan was furious.    

    

Faang Jinbao raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. He placed the fruit basket on the table and clapped as he said, "I just came in. What can you do to me? "Oh, Jia Zhengjing, take your time and eat these fruits, don't eat them too quickly and choke to death."    

    

"Scram! I told you to scram! Do you hear me?" Faang Ruolan stood up and shouted.    

    

Faang Jinbao didn't even pay any attention to it. He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his neck as he stared at me sloppily. It made the old monk want to kill someone.    

    

I reached out my hand and placed it in front of the old monk.    

    

"Hahaha, I won't scram! Jia Zhengjing, let me tell you, I won this time. I lost an arm, but it cost you your life, and now I'm not going to target you. I will watch you day after day until you die. This is undoubtedly the best result." Faang Jinbao laughed maniacally with his head raised.    

    

"No, you only won the life, but not the heart." I pulled Faang Ruolan into my arms.    

    

"Anyway, you're dead this time, so you don't need to bother anyone to do anything. And before you die, you had no status, because the Fang family still hasn't acknowledged you as Son in Law, so your death is just as the Fang family wishes."    

    

"You just sit in your wheelchair for the last three months, you miserable man."    

    

After Faang Jinbao left, I appeared to be very calm. I didn't mention a single word about him. When I knew that I was about to face death, some of my hatred towards him became much weaker.    

    

The next day, Faang Ruolan, the old monk, and I left the Fang family together and started to play in the scenic area near Beijing.    

    

After playing around for half a month, I don't need any medical treatment anymore. Furthermore, we've already traveled all over the capital, so we might as well pack up and take a plane to Miao Jiang region.    

    

From the start of the game, the old monk and Faang Ruolan were both very happy and never once mentioned the word 'death'.    

    

Time flowed on.    

    

One month...    

0

    

Two months...    

    

One day, when the sky started to drizzle, Faang Ruolan and the old monk were no longer there.    

    

I sat in an electric wheelchair, surrounded by a vast expanse of prairie. Drips of rain fell down, filling everything with life.    

    

Only I sat in a daze, for a long time, like a withered tree.    

    

With a boom, thunder roared, and the rain got heavier and heavier. However, I was still immersed in the rain, and didn't move an inch.    

    

One hour...    

    

Two Hours...    

    

The thunderous roars continued without end, as if it was a demonstration of strength.    

    

I raised my head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. I thought back to the time when Faang Dao turned into a giant palm and came at me.    

    

This time, another two hours passed.    

    

After staring for a long time, as if petrified, I slowly moved my right hand that was stiff and powerless, took out the Pill that was hidden in my bosom, closed my eyes and put it in my mouth.    

    

"..."    

    

Author's Note: For 30,800 Crown of Kings +