DPM Chapter 29-Return Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
When Wu Xingyun pushed open the door of Mozun’s house for the second time, the light on the third floor was still on. Once more, Wu Xingyun stood in the doorway, finding Mozun alone in the upper room, no trace of Liu Meng.
Mozun’s eyes did not lift up. “What are you doing here again? I’ve sent your stuff over the base. There’s no place here for you to sleep.”
Quite unhappy, but unwilling to quarrel, Wu Xingyun calmly said: “I really do have to something to tell you this time.”
Mozun ignored Wu Xingyun, focused solely on his painting.
Wu Xingyun stepped into the room, coming to put a hand over Mozun’s canvas. “You, what’s going on? Just listen to me for two minutes, is that so difficult?”
As he spoke, Wu Xingyun hooked his head around, to look at the canvas.
He saw a soldier exactly the same as himself, a bright smile beaming back at him.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t expected that when Mozun had claimed to be busy, it was to paint this. While Wu Xingyun stared blankly, Mozun spoke angrily: “Get lost! Don’t bother me!”
Hurriedly retracting his hand, Wu Xingyun was dismayed to find his hand wet with paint, belatedly realizing he’d mussed Mozun’s artwork.
Mozun’s face turned ashen. He raised his head, eyes piercing Wu Xingyun like sharp blades.
Dumbstruck, Wu Xingyun inwardly squirmed for a moment, before reminding himself that Mozun had been painting a long-lost lover, not Wu Xingyun himself.
“Get out! I already said I don’t want to see you!” Mozun stood up, reaching to seize Wu Xingyun and carry him out. Yet Wu Xingyun dodged, successfully evading Mozun’s grasp.
Mozun was a little surprised. Wu Xingyun couldn’t quite believe it himself.
The disparity in strength between the two was like night and day. How had Wu Xingyun avoided trouble in that split second?
Mozun’s expression became uglier. Face livid, his black attire and inky hair backlit sinisterly, his whole body exuded harsh, desolate anger. The aura accumulated from the blood of thousands of slaughtered enemies.
He took a step, closing in on Wu Xingyun: “You’ve ruined my painting!”
Wu Xingyun had never faced a Mozun like this, the past gentle, patient husband completely disappeared in an instant. Encountering a demon, Wu Xingyun became scared. Unconsciously retreating, Wu Xingyun backed into the easel, the painting falling to the floor, followed by the wet palette, which completely destroyed the portrait. That wasn’t enough. Wu Xingyun even topped it off by unsteadily stepping on it.
“You’ve destroyed the painting!” Mozun roared again in repressed rage.
Looking up at the man in front of him, Wu Xingyun felt Mozun’s greater height keenly. Wu Xingyun was shrouded in Mozun’s shadow, Mozun towering above Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun whispered: “If it’s ruined, then paint it again……Anyway……You have plenty of time.”
Mozun coldly stared at Wu Xingyun.
“He’s been dead for thousands of years. It has nothing to do with me. Don’t take out your anger on me……” Wu Xingyun muttered lowly, then his volume raised slightly, “Besides, it doesn’t necessarily matter.”
His voice hadn’t fallen, when he was grabbed by Mozun and lifted up by the collar. Mozun’s eyes glowed with scarlet light, his teeth practically gnashing: “I warn you, don’t challenge my bottom line!”
Wu Xingyun used both hands to fight Mozun’s hold, feeling suffocated. After taking a deep breath, he was a little more comfortable, although still in mid-air. The many days of Wu Xingyun suppressing himself while being discontented with Mozun had taken their toll, leading to his faint outburst. Refusing to admit defeat, Wu Xingyun stole glances at Mozun, though not speaking again.
Mozun glowered back, wind at the window blowing the white curtains back and forth, so they floated like ghostly banners.
The two men maintained their positions for a long time. Mozun’s gaze of wrath and ice gradually melting inch by inch. Unexpectedly, Mozun lowered Wu Xingyun back down to the ground. Loosening his grip, Mozun started caressing Wu Xingyun’s neck repeatedly.
Wu Xingyun endured a distinct pang of discomfort, before being overpowered and pressed against the wall, Mozun’s kiss striking fiercely.
His discomfort turned to anger, Wu Xingyun unceremoniously punched Mozun, but it was no use. Instead, Mozun imprisoned both Wu Xingyun’s hands.
Absolutely unyielding, Mozun pried open Wu Xingyun’s clenched mouth, the kissing turned invasive and excessively demanding.
Using all his strength, Wu Xingyun kneed Mozun right between the legs. That finally made Mozun let go.
“Mozun, you’re shameless!” Wu Xingyun erupted, resolutely wiping his lips with his sleeve. He’d been biting back his words for a long time, and could endure no longer.
“What else can you do, besides forcing people?” Wu Xingyun bellowed. “Don’t act so fucking affectionate. If you really can’t forget that person, why are you fooling around with other people?!”
Mozun, choked from the sharp misery inflicted by Wu Xingyun, lay on the ground in a cold sweat, speechless.
“Can only……Blame you……Make me like this!” Mozun’s voice full of chilly pain, “Can only blame you……”
Frowning at Mozun, Wu Xingyun had absolutely no sympathy for the man perspiring on the floor. Instead, Wu Xingyun felt oddly carefree: “Did Ouyang Liu look like him? Does Liu Meng resemble him? You blather on about how you can’t forget your old lover, yet completely lack self-control. You use your strength to compel me……What are you and I? I regret, I really regret that I didn’t see your true face until now! I shouldn’t have saved you at all. We should have died together!”
After roaring out everything he’d been itching to say in one breath, a sense of massive relief washed over Wu Xingyun. He walked to the door, about to leave the room, when a black shadow jumped and blocked his way.
Mozun’s voice trembled with ire: “What do you mean by those words? Make yourself clear, or I’ll kill you!”
Wu Xingyun raised his head slightly, expression obstinate, eyes clear, lips tightly closed, hands balled up into fists. His heart brimming with so much indignation, he’d actually forgotten his mission to return to the Federation.
“You should know best, what you’ve done. When I see you like this, I feel sick!” Wu Xingyun spat his words out. “When you embraced Ouyang Liu, why didn’t you think of the past? When you’re with Liu Meng, why don’t you think about things that happened before? Everything is just your shameless excuse!”
In a split second, Mozun’s features seemed to distend, the skin tinted purplish-red, veins in his forehead throbbing. All about his body a shadowy scarlet light circulated, a crackling sound echoing in the air. The lamp burst, surrounding the two men with darkness. Only the murderous man illuminated with electric radiance could be seen.
Wu Xingyun took a step back, vexed that he hadn’t thought to wear a combat suit. He’d recalled Mozun’s information, reminded that this was a precursor to Mozun attacking.
The current situation was Mozun’s most terrible move on the battlefield. The light would gather around him again and again, finally culminating in a gamma ray burst with enough strength to destroy everything within ten light years.
The dark red light flowed for a long time. In the distance, Wu Xingyun heard clamorous footsteps, as Mozun’s wrath rose higher and higher. Then with a resounding boom, the house collapsed.
Wu Xingyun’s body sharply dropped. He covered his head, trying to protect himself from the wood and cement falling with him. Dust and smoke filled the air, Wu Xingyun unavoidably breathing it in. Body hurt, lungs sore, he coughed violently.
When the smoke dissipated, Wu Xingyun looked around to find himself surrounded by mutants. The congregated mutants were clearly alarmed, all of them staring straight at Mozun.
Some of them whispered nervously.
“What’s going on?”
“Who angered Mozun?”
DPM Chapter 29-Return Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
When Wu Xingyun pushed open the door of Mozun’s house for the second time, the light on the third floor was still on. Once more, Wu Xingyun stood in the doorway, finding Mozun alone in the upper room, no trace of Liu Meng.
Mozun’s eyes did not lift up. “What are you doing here again? I’ve sent your stuff over the base. There’s no place here for you to sleep.”
Quite unhappy, but unwilling to quarrel, Wu Xingyun calmly said: “I really do have to something to tell you this time.”
Mozun ignored Wu Xingyun, focused solely on his painting.
Wu Xingyun stepped into the room, coming to put a hand over Mozun’s canvas. “You, what’s going on? Just listen to me for two minutes, is that so difficult?”
As he spoke, Wu Xingyun hooked his head around, to look at the canvas.
He saw a soldier exactly the same as himself, a bright smile beaming back at him.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t expected that when Mozun had claimed to be busy, it was to paint this. While Wu Xingyun stared blankly, Mozun spoke angrily: “Get lost! Don’t bother me!”
Hurriedly retracting his hand, Wu Xingyun was dismayed to find his hand wet with paint, belatedly realizing he’d mussed Mozun’s artwork.
Mozun’s face turned ashen. He raised his head, eyes piercing Wu Xingyun like sharp blades.
Dumbstruck, Wu Xingyun inwardly squirmed for a moment, before reminding himself that Mozun had been painting a long-lost lover, not Wu Xingyun himself.
“Get out! I already said I don’t want to see you!” Mozun stood up, reaching to seize Wu Xingyun and carry him out. Yet Wu Xingyun dodged, successfully evading Mozun’s grasp.
Mozun was a little surprised. Wu Xingyun couldn’t quite believe it himself.
The disparity in strength between the two was like night and day. How had Wu Xingyun avoided trouble in that split second?
Mozun’s expression became uglier. Face livid, his black attire and inky hair backlit sinisterly, his whole body exuded harsh, desolate anger. The aura accumulated from the blood of thousands of slaughtered enemies.
He took a step, closing in on Wu Xingyun: “You’ve ruined my painting!”
Wu Xingyun had never faced a Mozun like this, the past gentle, patient husband completely disappeared in an instant. Encountering a demon, Wu Xingyun became scared. Unconsciously retreating, Wu Xingyun backed into the easel, the painting falling to the floor, followed by the wet palette, which completely destroyed the portrait. That wasn’t enough. Wu Xingyun even topped it off by unsteadily stepping on it.
“You’ve destroyed the painting!” Mozun roared again in repressed rage.
Looking up at the man in front of him, Wu Xingyun felt Mozun’s greater height keenly. Wu Xingyun was shrouded in Mozun’s shadow, Mozun towering above Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun whispered: “If it’s ruined, then paint it again……Anyway……You have plenty of time.”
Mozun coldly stared at Wu Xingyun.
“He’s been dead for thousands of years. It has nothing to do with me. Don’t take out your anger on me……” Wu Xingyun muttered lowly, then his volume raised slightly, “Besides, it doesn’t necessarily matter.”
His voice hadn’t fallen, when he was grabbed by Mozun and lifted up by the collar. Mozun’s eyes glowed with scarlet light, his teeth practically gnashing: “I warn you, don’t challenge my bottom line!”
Wu Xingyun used both hands to fight Mozun’s hold, feeling suffocated. After taking a deep breath, he was a little more comfortable, although still in mid-air. The many days of Wu Xingyun suppressing himself while being discontented with Mozun had taken their toll, leading to his faint outburst. Refusing to admit defeat, Wu Xingyun stole glances at Mozun, though not speaking again.
Mozun glowered back, wind at the window blowing the white curtains back and forth, so they floated like ghostly banners.
The two men maintained their positions for a long time. Mozun’s gaze of wrath and ice gradually melting inch by inch. Unexpectedly, Mozun lowered Wu Xingyun back down to the ground. Loosening his grip, Mozun started caressing Wu Xingyun’s neck repeatedly.
Wu Xingyun endured a distinct pang of discomfort, before being overpowered and pressed against the wall, Mozun’s kiss striking fiercely.
His discomfort turned to anger, Wu Xingyun unceremoniously punched Mozun, but it was no use. Instead, Mozun imprisoned both Wu Xingyun’s hands.
Absolutely unyielding, Mozun pried open Wu Xingyun’s clenched mouth, the kissing turned invasive and excessively demanding.
Using all his strength, Wu Xingyun kneed Mozun right between the legs. That finally made Mozun let go.
“Mozun, you’re shameless!” Wu Xingyun erupted, resolutely wiping his lips with his sleeve. He’d been biting back his words for a long time, and could endure no longer.
“What else can you do, besides forcing people?” Wu Xingyun bellowed. “Don’t act so fucking affectionate. If you really can’t forget that person, why are you fooling around with other people?!”
Mozun, choked from the sharp misery inflicted by Wu Xingyun, lay on the ground in a cold sweat, speechless.
“Can only……Blame you……Make me like this!” Mozun’s voice full of chilly pain, “Can only blame you……”
Frowning at Mozun, Wu Xingyun had absolutely no sympathy for the man perspiring on the floor. Instead, Wu Xingyun felt oddly carefree: “Did Ouyang Liu look like him? Does Liu Meng resemble him? You blather on about how you can’t forget your old lover, yet completely lack self-control. You use your strength to compel me……What are you and I? I regret, I really regret that I didn’t see your true face until now! I shouldn’t have saved you at all. We should have died together!”
After roaring out everything he’d been itching to say in one breath, a sense of massive relief washed over Wu Xingyun. He walked to the door, about to leave the room, when a black shadow jumped and blocked his way.
Mozun’s voice trembled with ire: “What do you mean by those words? Make yourself clear, or I’ll kill you!”
Wu Xingyun raised his head slightly, expression obstinate, eyes clear, lips tightly closed, hands balled up into fists. His heart brimming with so much indignation, he’d actually forgotten his mission to return to the Federation.
“You should know best, what you’ve done. When I see you like this, I feel sick!” Wu Xingyun spat his words out. “When you embraced Ouyang Liu, why didn’t you think of the past? When you’re with Liu Meng, why don’t you think about things that happened before? Everything is just your shameless excuse!”
In a split second, Mozun’s features seemed to distend, the skin tinted purplish-red, veins in his forehead throbbing. All about his body a shadowy scarlet light circulated, a crackling sound echoing in the air. The lamp burst, surrounding the two men with darkness. Only the murderous man illuminated with electric radiance could be seen.
Wu Xingyun took a step back, vexed that he hadn’t thought to wear a combat suit. He’d recalled Mozun’s information, reminded that this was a precursor to Mozun attacking.
The current situation was Mozun’s most terrible move on the battlefield. The light would gather around him again and again, finally culminating in a gamma ray burst with enough strength to destroy everything within ten light years.
The dark red light flowed for a long time. In the distance, Wu Xingyun heard clamorous footsteps, as Mozun’s wrath rose higher and higher. Then with a resounding boom, the house collapsed.
Wu Xingyun’s body sharply dropped. He covered his head, trying to protect himself from the wood and cement falling with him. Dust and smoke filled the air, Wu Xingyun unavoidably breathing it in. Body hurt, lungs sore, he coughed violently.
When the smoke dissipated, Wu Xingyun looked around to find himself surrounded by mutants. The congregated mutants were clearly alarmed, all of them staring straight at Mozun.
Some of them whispered nervously.
“What’s going on?”
“Who angered Mozun?”
