I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 319 French Fries
"Cough-cough-"

In the cabin, there were continuous coughing sounds, like a dilapidated stove bellows, constantly being pulled.

The light was flickering, and the person on the hospital bed looked only in his thirties, but his lungs seemed to be in his seventies or eighties.

Lungs, forty years of detours have been avoided.

"I know I'm dying."

Before Lu got into bed, Albert was sitting.

Awu was actually in this cabin, but he couldn't bear to see Lu Deng's dying state, so he turned his back to the bed and looked out the window.

Luden picked up the spray at hand and took a sip, obviously feeling much more comfortable.

However, the effect of this potion on him became weaker and weaker.

"Many people think that I'm waiting for the old king to die, and as long as I boil him to death, I can return to the fog city."

Luden struggled to sit up, and with the help of Albert, he used two pillows to cushion his back,
"Few people know that my physical condition is not as good as that old guy."

Lu Deng has always been clear that he is not a long-lived person.

It's the same in Qiyun, it's the same in Shenbang, and it's the same in Wudu.

What's more, compared with the previous simulations, the environment in Fog City is much harsher and less friendly to the lungs.

After the Eternals left, Lu Deng made a sharp cut in the confrontation with the old king, and went south to retreat from the edge.

In itself, it is also for the sake of my own body.

If he stayed in Wudu, he wouldn't even be able to live to this day.

Even if there is no killer and nothing interferes, Luden's natural lifespan is coming to an end.

The old king hadn't thought of this before, in front of him, Luden had been alive and well.

No one can guess.

In Shenbang, Lu Deng was 'killed' to death.

Even the most authentic historical data will not record Luden's physical condition, let alone tell future generations that Luden was already dying before he was killed.

Apart from the Eternals, the only person who knows about this is Judge Gured of the Palace of Greed.

And the inheritance of greed is in the hands of the Secretary-General.

The Secretary-General is also the closest ally and supporter of the old king.
For some unknown reason, the only secretary-general who might know this secret chose to keep it a secret!
Before dying, the old king may have come to his senses.

He suddenly understood that not only Luden wanted to kill him, but he might also kill Luden!

the reason is simple.

The old king was really dying.

But Luden was a little too quiet!
This kind of quietness does not conform to Luden's behavior style at all.

Luden will never miss any opportunity to make trouble or die, unless...his life is coming to an end and he cannot be distracted 1
Unfortunately, the old king understood too late.

When his order was issued, Luden had already boarded the ship and embarked on a journey around the world.

The only certainty is that when the ship docked on the shore again, the old king was probably dead.

"People always like new things."

Lu Deng raised his eyelids. Although his expression was tired, he spoke at a steady pace.

"Because old things always have regrets, 'new' seems to make up for all regrets. A new day, a new week, a new month, a new semester, a new year. Only by starting over, does it seem to change opportunity and motivation cough”

Albert sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lu Deng while remembering what he said.

"Actually, people are just deceiving themselves and comforting themselves. There won't be much difference between new things and old ones."

Luden seemed to want to raise his hand, but he didn't finish the action.

He continued,
"For me, Shenbang is the new Qiyun. Mistakes and mistakes made in Qiyun seem to be made up for in Shenbang. Today's foggy city, although walking a bit slower, is the same as it was back then. Compared to walking, it’s more stable cough cough cough.”

After coughing for a while, Luden continued,

"But how far we can go, how long we can go, is neither up to me nor you, it's not up to anyone's choice"

Hearing this, Albert was a little moved and nodded slightly.

He had heard similar remarks from his friend.

"If you want to choose a new country and do more things with fewer constraints, maybe you can do it faster and more conveniently."

Obviously, Luden knew what Albert wanted to do during this time.

Today's conversation does not mean to preach.

Just a visitor, a suggestion to a friend.

"You can do this, to be precise, do it with confidence and boldness."

A smile appeared on Luden's face, as if the vitality of life returned to him at this moment,

"Don't be afraid, the sky cannot be pierced."

Believe in humans, also believe in yourself.

Albert can give it a go. If he is improved in some respects, then he will reflect his own value.

If he is not progressive, something progressive will take his place.

Don't be afraid to be wrong.

Everyone makes mistakes, be it Luden or the Queen, Pang
Personal success or failure, right or wrong, has little impact on history.

After chatting with Albert, Luden struggled to get up, walked out of the room, and walked to the deck.

People followed behind him, not knowing what he was going to do, and not daring to step forward to stop him.

Lu Deng braced himself, walked to the railing, and looked at the paintings on the drawing board.

"Seagulls are pretty good."

The painter sitting in front of the drawing board has half of his ears missing, and although his eyes are melancholy, they are still full of life, occasionally flashing an emotion called happiness.

It's hard to imagine that the paintings of such a person have sold for sky-high prices in Fog City.

Seeing Luden coming, he turned sideways and nodded, not knowing how to start a conversation.

If he hadn't met Mr. Luden, he might have gone to other endings, who knows.

He was very grateful to Luden, but he didn't know how to express it with actions or words.

Luden laughed, coughing while laughing.

He held onto the railing with one hand, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief in the other, arching his back like a shrimp that had suffered consequences.

Lu Deng didn't have a severe cough, but there were many red spots on the handkerchief.

The painter got up in a hurry and got up quickly, a little flustered, not knowing whether to help Lu Deng first or call the doctor first.

Fortunately, Todd and Hannibal arrived in time, put Luden back on the wheelchair, and took out the potion.
The cough subsided, and Luden's expression was full of exhaustion.

Before being pushed back to the cabin to rest, Luden spoke again, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said weakly,
"Get them some chips."

"what?"

The people around obviously didn't understand it very well, Hannibal reminded,
"Mr. Luden, in your current physical condition, it is impossible to eat French fries."

Only the painter, sitting in front of the drawing board, looking at his unfinished works, seagulls soaring in the sky.
He picked up the paintbrush, entered the world of ecstasy again, and began to create.

This creation is very simple.

Get them some chips.

(End of this chapter)