The Fourteenth Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Don't Go
Part 14, Chapter 133: Don’t leave
Master Shige's eyes narrowed slightly, "Despite your strength in the ghost world, you dare to speak to me in such a tone, not to mention you as a mere six-path ghost slave, but as a ghost slave of the three supreme ghost kings in your ghost world.
, they are all scum in my eyes!”
"Really?" The black mist under the hat of the black-robed figure rolled and made a sound, "I'm here to teach you. Holy Church."
Wow——
The air around the tree trunk was suddenly cut into pieces by countless rays of light like black sculptured feathers. Countless trees were broken into powder. For thousands of kilometers nearby, the ground sunk deeply. The hand of the black-robed figure slowly raised
, his hand stretched out from his sleeve, a ball of surging black air.
"Guitian, kill!"
Lines of black mist appeared on countless trees around him, and even the ground beneath his feet erupted with black light, which condensed in the surrounding sky and turned into countless thin black needles, suddenly overwhelming the Shige master.
Shoot down.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The air seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and black light swarmed in.
Master Shige slowly raised his head.
…
Ice and Snow Empire, Borderland, Wellman Town.
The howling wind and snow roared outside the curtain of the wine shop. The woman in silver-white robe came back to her senses and sat next to the thin boy. She looked at his weak expression under the light of the lamp, her thin eyebrows gently raised.
He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you feel better after drinking hot water?"
"Good...much better." There was a trace of blood on the face of the thin boy. He struggled to sit up, then raised his sharp eyes and looked at the woman in silver-white robe, "Thank you, sister, for saving me.
I want to be your slave!"
"Slave?" The silver-white robe looked at him strangely and funny, "What can you do? I don't need a slave. ("")"
The thin boy looked at her seriously and said solemnly, "I can help you beat your back, rub your shoulders, wash your feet, make your bed, sweep the floor, and carry your luggage. As long as you need anything, I can
Whatever I can do, I will do it for you, and..."
"And what?"
He looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Besides, even if you want to use me to attract the monsters in the valley, I can go."
The woman in silver-white robe moved slightly and frowned, "Were you a slave before?"
"Yes."
"If I let you go to the valley, with your physique, you would be killed in an instant."
"Yes."
"Then why are you going?"
"Because you saved me, my life is yours. My previous master asked me to go to the valley to lure monsters for him, and then he went to steal the newly born eggs from the monsters' lairs. As a result, he
The information I got was wrong, and I was eaten by the male monster that came back." The thin boy said with some sadness.
The woman in silver-white robe looked at him, sighed, and said, "If that's the case, then why can you come back alive?"
"I'm lucky." The thin boy's eyes flashed across the traces of wind and snow, as if recalling the previous scene, his expression became a little frightened, "The monster chased me from behind, and soon caught up with me, and in my heart
I was very anxious. My feet slipped and I rolled down the hillside. I passed out later. When I woke up, I saw the body of the monster lying next to me, and its head was struck by something very sharp.
It was cut off, the incision was very neat, and the blood was frozen by the snow and wind."
The woman in silver-white robe frowned, "You were able to kill the monster in one go. It seems that you were saved by someone passing by."
"Yes. ("")" The thin boy came back to his senses and said with a thankful expression, "Later, I left from there, fearing that the smell of blood would attract other monsters, so I kept walking.
When I got here, I accidentally passed out on the snow outside. Thanks to you, big sister, for saving me, I was able to survive."
The woman in silver-white robe looked at his bright smile from the bottom of her heart. She suddenly felt sad for some reason. She sighed softly and reached out to touch the boy's hair. His hair was a little messy and rough, not very smooth. She frowned.
After a while, he withdrew his hand and said, "You eat something first, and then find a place and work by yourself to support yourself. Don't follow me."
The thin boy was startled for a moment, and then his eyes widened. His clear and bright eyes were full of grievance, and he was almost on the verge of tears, "Sister, don't you want me anymore?"
These words hit her heart like lightning, and her body trembled slightly at the softest part. Her back was to the thin young man, her face was covered in the shadow of her eyebrows. The inn suddenly became silent, only
The sound of wind and snow blowing outside the curtain.
After a while, her cold and sharp voice sounded like a knife, piercing the heart of the thin boy, "I'm warning you one last time, don't follow me, and don't try to use such a pitiful look.
Impress others and make them pity you, otherwise...I will definitely kill you!"
The thin boy was stunned. He felt that his whole body was so cold that even his bones ached. Even the wind and snow outside were not so cold. He stared blankly at the slender back of the woman in silver-white robe, highlighted by the light.
It must be somewhat beautiful.
The woman in the silver-white robe did not look back. She walked straight forward, passed by a table, picked up the silver-white hood on it, and was about to go upstairs. At this moment, her body suddenly stopped, and a warm voice came from behind her.
Her chest was pressed against her back, and two slender arms were wrapped around her lower abdomen. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and then her body flashed in an instant, and a fierce force radiated from her body, sweeping the person behind her.
The thin young man he carried was thrown away and hit several tables, crushing the tables and chairs.
The woman in silver-white robe turned back and looked at the thin boy coldly, her delicate cheeks 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 with his palms on the broken wood of the table, coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and stained the clothes on his chest with blood. There were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were a little dazed and lonely, and
Deeply, deeply sad.
The woman in silver-white robe looked at him, her eyes flashing with light, and finally turned around coldly, as if she would never look back, and walked up the stairs.
However, she had just taken a few steps when she suddenly turned around. At some point, there was a sharp white slender sword in her hand, pointing straight behind her, and tightly in front of the tip of the sword.
Sticking to the bronzed skin, the needle-sharp sword point pointed at the thin boy's throat. With just a slight movement forward, it could pierce the thin boy's throat.
The skinny boy's body suddenly stopped, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt the sharp sword tip like a needle. His throat rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and was cut by the sword tip.
A trace of blood seeped out.
"I told you, if you come again, I will kill you!" the woman in silver-white robe said coldly.
The thin boy opened his big eyes and looked at her aggrievedly and sadly. His mouth was slightly open, for fear that he would be pierced by the tip of the sword if he spoke.
The woman in the silver-white robe stared at him for a while, and the softness in her heart was slightly touched. Her eyes flashed with light, then she withdrew the white sword and hid it in the large silver robe. She turned around and swung her robe towards the stairs.
Go.
After walking a few steps, her cheeks suddenly felt cold, and then she suddenly turned around and kicked out the skinny boy behind her on the chest. The delicate silver boots trampled on the skinny boy's chest, making the sound of broken bones.
His thin and frail body hit him backwards like a cannonball, crushing a large area of tables and chairs.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The silver-white robed woman's eyes were like sharp cold light, staring at the thin boy coldly, "Do you think I won't kill you?"
Blood gurgled from the mouth of the thin boy, sliding out from the corners of his mouth and flowing into the earlobes and hair on both sides. His body twitched slightly, the bones on his chest were obviously broken and sunken, and his clothes were inward.
Clinging to a dent, his hands and feet were pierced by pieces of wood, and he suffered extremely serious injuries.
However, he didn't know what force was supporting his body, which made him tremble. He struggled to hold himself up and gritted his teeth. After he sat up completely, he gasped for air as if he was lacking oxygen and was covered in cold sweat.
Then he raised his head, with eyes as clear as water mist filled with sadness and loneliness, looking at the woman in silver-white robes, with prayer and attachment in his eyes.
The woman in the silver-white robe felt that she could no longer look into his eyes. She frowned, then turned around and walked up the stairs.
After walking a few steps, there was a "bang" behind him, and a black shadow flew out and fell heavily on the floor of the wine shop. However, the thin boy chased after him and was knocked away by an invisible force.
He went out, but not long after he fell out, he got up again, chased after him again, and then flew out again.
Once, again.
The owner of the wine shop next to him was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what kind of power this thin and frail boy had in his body to support him. He endured injuries that would kill ordinary people again and again, and then dragged his tired body with him.
The body chased the woman in silver-white robe.
What makes him so persistent?
What makes him so unwilling to give up?
After more than a dozen times, the skinny boy's body was covered with wounds, and blood coated his entire face and chin with a layer of sticky plasma. His fingers crawled hard on the stairs, one step at a time, and came to the silver-white
The robed woman stood behind her, then grabbed her delicate boots.
"Don't go..." When the woman in silver-white robe frowned, he said weakly, as if pleading and sadly.
The woman in the silver-white robe paused slightly, then turned back to look at him. At this moment, there was no intact part of the boy's body, and he was even more miserable than before he saved him.
Her eyes moved, then she sighed softly, and squatted down. The smell of Sherry perfume wafted from her body, and her silky hair hung in front of the thin boy. Her eyes became a little soft and distressed, and she gently
Sighing, he said, "Why do you have to follow me?"
The thin boy lay on the ground and looked up at her. The light from the soft lights gathered above her head, like a sacred goddess. His vision soon became blurred. He only remembered that he had exhausted all his strength before he fell into coma.
He murmured three words in a low voice: Don't leave...
Then he passed out and endless darkness surrounded him.