The Enlightened Master of Ten Pavilions narrowed his eyes. "How dare you speak to me in such a tone with the strength of the Ghost Realm? Even a ghost slave under one of the three supreme Ghost Kings is trash in my eyes!"
"Is that so?"
The black fog under the black-robed figure's hat rolled and said, "Then I'll have a taste of it."
Whoosh —
The air around the tree trunk was suddenly cut into pieces by countless rays of black light. Countless trees were broken into powder, and the ground within thousands of kilometers caved in deeply. The black-robed figure slowly raised his hand. His hand came out from his sleeve, and it was a ball of rolling black gas.
"Phantom Sky, kill!"
Black fog emerged from the countless trees in the surroundings. Even the ground beneath his feet was covered in black light. It gathered in the surrounding sky and turned into countless thin black needles, suddenly shooting down towards the Enlightened Master of Ten Pavilions.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
The air seemed to be torn into countless pieces as the black light swarmed over.
The Enlightened Master of Ten Pavilions slowly raised his head.
…
Ice Snow Empire, borderlands, Wellman City.
The wind and snow were howling outside the curtains of the tavern. The woman in the silver-white robe came back to her senses and sat beside the thin boy. Looking at his weak expression under the lamplight, she gently raised her thin eyebrows. "Do you feel better after drinking the hot water?"
"Much … much better."
There was a trace of blood on the thin boy's face. He struggled to sit up and then raised his bright eyes to look at the silver-robed woman. "Thank you, sister. You saved me. I am willing to be your slave!"
"Slave?" The silver-robed woman looked at him strangely and amusedly. "What can you do?
I don't need a slave. "
The thin boy looked at her seriously and said solemnly, "I can massage your back, rub your shoulders, get you water to wash your feet, make your bed, sweep the floor, and carry your luggage. As long as there's anything you need, I'll do it for you, and …"
"Also what?"
He looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Also, even if you want to use me to attract the demon beasts in the valley, I can do it."
The silver-robed woman was slightly moved. She frowned. "You used to be a slave?"
"Yes."
"If I let you go to the valley, with your physique, you will be killed in an instant."
"Yes."
"Then why are you still going?"
"Because you saved me, so my life is yours.
My previous master told me to go to the valley and lure the Demonic Beasts for him. Then, he went to the Demonic Beasts' nest to steal new eggs. In the end, he got the wrong information and was eaten by the male Demonic Beasts that came back. "The thin boy said somewhat sadly.
The silver-robed woman looked at him and sighed. She said, "If that's the case, how did you come back alive?"
"I was lucky."
The thin boy's eyes flashed with traces of wind and snow, as if he was recalling the previous scene, and his expression became a little frightened. "That demonic beast was chasing me from behind, and it caught up very quickly. I was very anxious, and my foot slipped, and I rolled down the mountain slope. After that, I fainted. When I woke up, I saw the corpse of that demonic beast lying beside me. Its head was cut off by something very sharp. The cut was very neat, and the snow that filled the sky had frozen the blood until it was coagulated."
The silver-robed woman frowned. "To be able to kill that Demonic Beast in an instant, it seems that you were saved by a passerby."
"Yes."
The thin boy came back to his senses and said with a grateful expression, "After that, I left that place. I was afraid that the smell of blood would attract other Demonic Beasts so I kept walking until I came here. I was careless and fainted on the snow outside. It's all thanks to big sister that I was able to survive."
The silver-robed woman looked at his bright smile that came from the bottom of his heart and for some reason, her heart suddenly felt somewhat sad. She sighed and reached out to touch the boy's hair. His hair was a bit messy and coarse and not very smooth. She frowned and withdrew her hand. Then she said, "Eat something first and then go find a place to work. Take care of yourself and don't follow me."
The thin boy was startled and then his eyes widened. His clear and bright eyes were filled with grievances and he was almost sad to the point of tears. "Big sister, you don't want me anymore?"
These words struck her heart like lightning, the softest part of her heart. Her body trembled slightly and with her back facing the thin boy, her face was covered in the shadow of her brows. The inn suddenly became silent and only the whistling of the wind and snow outside the curtain could be heard.
After a while, her cold and sharp voice rang out like a knife and pierced the thin boy's heart. "I'll warn you one last time. Don't follow me anymore and don't use this kind of delicate and pitiful appearance to try to move others and make others pity you. Otherwise … I will definitely kill you!"
The thin boy was startled. He felt that his whole body and bones were cold to the point of pain. Even the wind and snow outside blowing on his body was not as cold as this. He stared blankly at the silver-robed woman's slender back. Under the light, it was somewhat beautiful.
The silver-robed woman did not turn back and walked straight ahead. When she passed by a table, she casually picked up the silver-white hood and prepared to go upstairs. Just at this moment, her body suddenly stopped. A warm chest was pressed against her back and two thin and long arms were wrapped around her lower abdomen. Her pupils suddenly shrank and then her body flashed. A ferocious force was emitted from her body and sent the thin boy who was hugging her flying. He crashed into several tables and crushed the tables and chairs.
The silver-robed woman turned back and coldly looked at the thin boy. Her delicate face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. "If you touch me again … I will kill you!"
"Cough, cough …" The thin boy propped up his upper body from the broken wood of the table and coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. The clothes on his chest were stained with blood and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were blank and lonely and there was also a deep sadness.
The silver-robed woman looked at his appearance and her eyes flashed with light. In the end, she coldly turned around and as if she was not going to look back, she walked up the stairs.
However, she had only taken a few steps when she suddenly turned around. It was unknown when a sharp white sword had appeared in her hand. She pointed it straight behind her. In front of the sharp sword, there was a bronze colored skin. The sharp tip of the sword was pointed at the thin boy's throat. As long as she gently moved it forward, it would pierce through the thin boy's throat.
The skinny boy's body suddenly stopped. His hands and feet were cold as he felt the sharp needle-like tip of the sword. His throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. As he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved and was cut by the tip of the sword, leaving a trail of blood.
"I said, if you follow me again, I will kill you!" The silver-robed woman coldly said.
The thin boy opened his eyes wide and looked at her with grievance and sadness. His mouth was slightly open, afraid that if he spoke, he would be pierced through by the sword.
The silver-robed woman stared at him for a while and the soft part of her heart was slightly moved. Her eyes flashed with light and then she put away the white sword. She hid it in the large silver robe and turned around to walk up the stairs.
After taking a few steps, her face suddenly turned cold. Then, she suddenly turned around and kicked out, landing a kick on the chest of the thin boy behind her. The delicate silver boots trampled on the thin boy's chest, creating the sound of bones shattering. His thin and frail body was sent flying backwards like a cannonball, crushing a large number of tables and chairs.
"Did you not hear what I said?"
The silver-robed woman's eyes were like a sharp cold light as she coldly stared at the thin boy, "Do you think I won't kill you?"
Blood flowed out of the thin boy's mouth and flowed down the corner of his mouth, flowing into his ears and hair. His body was slightly twitching and the bones in his chest were clearly broken and sunken in. There was a dent in his clothes and his hands and feet were pierced by wood shards, suffering from serious injuries.
However, he didn't know what kind of strength was supporting his body, causing his body to tremble. He struggled to support himself and clenched his teeth. When he completely sat up, he gasped for air as if he was lacking oxygen. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat and then he raised his head. His clear eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness as he looked at the silver-robed woman. His eyes were filled with pleading and attachment.
The silver-robed woman felt that she couldn't look into his eyes any longer. Her brows furrowed and then she turned around and walked up the stairs.
She hadn't taken a few steps when a "peng" sound rang out behind her. A black figure flew out and heavily fell onto the floor of the wine shop. It was the thin boy who had chased after her and was sent flying by an invisible force. But not long after he fell, he climbed up again and chased after her before flying out again.
Again, and again.
The owner of the wine shop next to them was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what kind of strength this thin and frail boy had that could support him. Again and again, he endured pain that was enough to kill an ordinary person and then dragged his tired body to chase after the silver-robed woman.
What made him so persistent?
What made him so unwilling to give up?
After more than ten times, the thin boy's body was covered with wounds. His entire face and chin were smeared with a layer of sticky blood. His fingers climbed up the stairs, one step at a time, until he was behind the silver-robed woman and then he grabbed her exquisite boots.
"Don't go …" When the silver-robed woman frowned, he said weakly, as if he was pleading and sad.
The silver-robed woman's body slightly paused and then she turned around to look at him. At this moment, there was not a single part of the boy's body that was intact. He was even more miserable than before she saved him.
Her eyes moved and then she sighed softly. She squatted down and the smell of Chevrolet perfume wafted from her body. Her soft, silky hair hung in front of the thin boy's face. Her gaze softened and her heart ached. She sighed softly and said, "Why must you follow me?"
The thin boy lay on the ground and raised his head to look at her. The soft light gathered above her head, making her look like a holy goddess. His vision quickly blurred. He only remembered that before he fainted, he used all his strength to whisper three words in a low voice: Don't go …
Then he fainted and endless darkness surrounded him.
(To be continued.
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