The Heroes of Gulong: Great Chefs from Past to Present

Chapter 63 Death Without Flowers
  Wuhua's right hand had just been cut off, and his muscles still had some strength, so the long knife was not released. Li Chaofeng directly used his hand as a handle and thrust it straight into the opponent's throat. King Qiuci was killed instantly.

When King Qiuci was completely breathless, Li Chaofeng let out a long breath and looked at Wuhua. Li Chaofeng shamelessly clapped his hands in praise.

"Seeing that you can't win, Your Excellency actually chose to fight to the death. I really cannot help but accept it."

The applause was harsh, but Wuhua was silent.

He really didn't understand why Li Chaofeng wanted to kill King Qiuci, because Shi Guanyin never told him that Li Chaofeng might kill King Qiuci.

Not at all!

Looking up at Li Chaofeng, Wuhua's eyes showed anger.

"Do you know what it means when you kill King Kucha?"

"What does it mean?"

Li Chaofeng looked indifferent. After thinking for a moment, he also answered with a smile.

"Does it mean there is one less person in the world that I don't like?"

Wu Hua sighed: "It means that no one can crack the secret of the Bliss Star anymore."

Li Chaofeng's face twitched, and his depressed chest actually became a little brighter because of the joke, so he also smiled, very sincerely.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who cares about treasures?"

Wuhua shook his head: "Of course you don't care, but you killed King Qiuci."

Li Chaofeng waved his hand to interrupt: "It was you who killed King Qiuci, I just didn't have time to protect him."

Wuhua took a breath: "King Qiuci is dead, and the country of Qiuci will be in chaos. Do you not care about the lives of the people so much?"

Li Chaofeng touched his chin and squatted down, with a smile on his face and curious questions.

"So the life of King Kucha is a panacea? Can the people live a long life?"

Wu Hua was speechless. This was the first time he heard that the life of a king was compared to a panacea.

So he began to look carefully at Li Chaofeng's face. He was young and full of vigor, with a smile on his eyes. It seemed that nothing in the world was as happy as him.

No, no, this guy hasn't said a single sincere word since he entered the secret room.

After blinking, Wuhua felt a little curious.

"Aren't you worried about the lives of the people?"

Li Chaofeng crossed his arms and answered indifferently.

"Why should I worry? If one king dies, won't a second king appear in Kucha?"

Wuhua narrowed his eyes, turned around and thought of something, and asked in surprise.

"Princess Pipa wants to become Queen of Kucha? When did you become Princess Pipa's person?"

Li Chaofeng shrugged and spread his hands helplessly.

"Do I have to be someone's subordinate to kill King Kucha?"

Li Chaofeng's eyes were sincere, because he did not kill King Qiuci because of Princess Pipa.

Wuhua was stunned, because he really couldn't think of Li Chaofeng's purpose of killing people, except...
  Wuhua calmed down for a moment and then spoke to confirm.

"You just hated him, so you killed him?"

Li Chaofeng tilted his head: "Can't you?"

Wuhua shook his head, exhaled, sighed, and finally burst into laughter.

"Then you are so hypocritical."

A person who says he doesn't want to kill anyone but can kill someone just because he hates him is of course hypocritical.

Li Chaofeng nodded: "Thank you for the compliment. Can you come with me now?"

Li Chaofeng and Wu Hua had nothing to do when they chatted for so long. He just hoped that Wu Hua would be more honest after leaving, at least not to go crazy and sell himself out suddenly.

Although Ji Bingyan definitely doesn't believe it, who knows if someone with a bright mind will suddenly believe it.

But Li Chaofeng coaxed Wuhua like this, but what he got was a shake of his head in rejection.

Li Chaofeng had doubts in his eyes. He didn't think Wuhua would continue to stay here. King Qiuci was dead. He could just tear off the human skin mask, turn around and walk out in a big way.

Is it possible that now, Wuhua still wants to maintain his identity as Wu Juxuan in front of Li Chaofeng?
  His human skin mask is not as exquisite as Shi Guanyin's.

However, Li Chaofeng soon knew the answer, because Wuhua had already said it in a calm tone.

"My arm holding the knife is broken." Li Chaofeng: "."

Wuhua smiled: "Shi Guanyin is my mother."

Li Chaofeng has already taken action, just like he did to the fake "Princess Qiuci", he wants to pull down Wuhua's chin.

However, Wuhua only broke one hand, and his left hand was still intact. The violent palm wind sounded in Li Chaofeng's ears. Li Chaofeng could only choose to roll back and avoid the opponent's final surprise attack.

Perhaps because he didn't want to die that much, Wuhua didn't bite the poisonous pill hard, but instead used his teeth to grind it bit by bit.

Looking at Li Chaofeng who was already some distance away from him, Wuhua asked with some confusion.

"You seem to know me well?"

No one knew that Wu Juxuan was Shi Guanyin's son, but Li Chaofeng knew.

When Wuhua said this, normal people should be surprised and curious, rather than directly suspecting that he would commit suicide.

No son would choose to commit suicide because he led someone to find his mother. A biological son could never be a dead soldier.

But Li Chaofeng judged it because Wuhua's right hand, which could swing into the wind and slash with a sword, was chopped off by him.

He is now a useless person.

Wuhua is very selfish, but also very proud.

He has his own ambitions in his heart, and he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

In order to keep it secret, he could kill his brother Nangong Ling.

But he pretended to be dead in front of Chu Liuxiang to escape, and then turned around and dragged Chu Liuxiang into the plan to seize the Kucha national treasure.

Even Zhongyuan Yidianhong, who had retired from the world, was taken advantage of by him.

He has never given up. His goal has always been to dominate the world, or to be more than ten thousand people.

Wuhua can accept failure, but now he has become a useless person.

Not only is he a useless person, but he is also a useless person who relies on betraying the traces of his biological mother to survive.

He can no longer convince himself that he will be a hero who has suffered repeated defeats. Now he can only become a lingering wild dog.

Wuhua thought about this and began to exert force on his teeth.

Li Chaofeng had no idea of ​​killing Wuhua, Wuhua was still useful to him.

"Don't you want to tell Shi Guanyin how I defeated you?"

Wuhua raised his eyes. His mouth was already bitter, but there was still a smile on his lips.

"If you can find my mother, then she almost knows whose hands I died at, and no matter how magical your demon sword and dragon tooth are, she will avenge me."

Li Chaofeng was silent. It wasn't that he couldn't think of words to persuade Wuhua to live, but that he had already seen black blood starting to flow from the corners of Wuhua's mouth.

His nose had already told him that the blood was mixed with a poison that could seal one's throat.

Wuhua felt death coming, but maybe it was because of his strong internal strength, or maybe the poison pill in his mouth did not completely burst. He did not die immediately, but started revolving around.

The past twenty-five years of his life came back before his eyes. At the age of seven, he became a disciple of his father's enemy, and then he endured it for seventeen years. He always thought that he was just forbearing.

But now that I think about it, how could he be holding back? The care of his senior brothers, the admiration of his junior brothers, the skills passed down by his uncles and uncles, and the devoted teachings of his master.

That moment that made him smile was not something he drove out of his mind little by little in the deserted night.

He is not forbearing, but extinguishing himself.

His life had been killed by himself when he was seven years old. He was a walking corpse, ignoring all the good things except hatred and power.

"All false thoughts are caused by greed, anger and ignorance."

The past is like smoke, and even though his whole body hurts like a knife, Wuhua gradually straightens his body, holds the Buddha in one hand, sits in the room, and chants the name of the Buddha.

At this time, he was wearing a human skin mask, his face was extremely ugly, and he was not wearing a monk's robe, but he still looked solemn, like an Arhat in front of a Buddha.

Staring at Li Chaofeng's young face, the look in Li Chaofeng's eyes when he killed King Qiuci flashed through his mind. He was not happy or happy, but numb.

A kind of numbness formed after fully hypnotizing oneself.

It was as if this killing was really his first time killing someone.

With blood in his mouth, Wuhua was already at a loss for words, but he still started to teach.

"Gulu Li Lord, you are also an idiot."

(End of this chapter)