Chapter 53 The Demon Lord has his own Abebe
The crisp sound of the black iron chain snapping echoed in the air for a long time.
Blood dripped down Wen Jin's shoulder, splattering red petals onto Hua Li's clothes.
Huali subconsciously looked ahead.
Wen Jin stood expressionless in the sunlight, his blood-red silk robe tattered and torn, the hem fluttering in the wind like a broken butterfly wing.
One end of the black iron chain was still embedded in his shoulder blade, and the chain hanging down at the end jingled as he reached out to grab her.
Seeing that Huali had stood firm, he slowly released his grip, expressionless, and grabbed one end of the chain, slowly pulling it out of her body.
Huali gasped; he dared to pull her away, but she didn't dare to look at him directly.
She turned her head quickly, only to find herself staring at the head lying dead in a pool of dried blood.
Huali: "......"
Alright, alright, I've got all the nightmare material for tonight.
The most valuable thing about being human is letting go of your past; she still preferred looking at handsome men to corpses.
Wen Jin's black hair, damp with pain, meandered down his neck, and the small blood-red mole at the corner of his right eye resembled a drop of blood hanging precariously from the tip of a judge's pen, reflecting his restrained expression.
Until the very last black iron chain was completely pulled out, a flash of blood-red light appeared in Wen Jin's pale golden eyes, like a blade formed from the cold wind.
For a moment, it overlapped with the shape of the larger size.
Huali's heart skipped a beat, and her neck had already started to hurt reflexively.
Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, he transformed back into a quiet, chubby-faced little boy.
After a couple of seconds of hesitation, Huali's eyes lit up. "It's disconnected!" A huge weight lifted from her heart, and she quickly urged, "Let's go." This place wasn't safe; if these people didn't go home all night, it would definitely arouse suspicion.
Wen Jin nodded, but his eyes inadvertently swept over a corner of the doghouse.
Huali, with her incredibly slow reaction time, didn't notice at all; her gaze was fixed on Wen Jin's feet. He had lost too much blood, and the bloodstains under his clothes resembled winding little snakes.
The four black iron chains, along with the numerous wounds on his body, would be too much for even a large person to withstand, let alone a small one.
Seeing that Huali was about to pull him away, Wen Jin suddenly spoke up, "Didn't you leave anything behind?"
“Right, right, the food box is still at the door, but the milk inside is probably going to get cold.” Huali slapped her forehead. “There’s nowhere else for you to hide right now, and you’re too badly injured to go far, so just stay with me for a while until you’re better.”
Seeing that the other party didn't understand his meaning at all, Wen Jin simply reached out his hand, "It."
Huali looked over and suddenly realized.
That's why he's the Demon Lord; his doghouse and food trough are so clean—it's practically leaving clues for anyone tracking him.
Hua Li acted immediately, flicking her earth-type card and causing the ground around the doghouse to collapse instantly, completely unaware that Xiao Wenjin's expression froze.
The half-star boosted her confidence, making her feel it was essential to demonstrate her strength to Wen Jin.
She then pulled out a wood-type card and conjured vines, intending to tie everything together to cover up the crime.
But as soon as he took out the wood-type card, he heard a childish yet gloomy voice, "What are you doing?"
Karin exclaimed, "Ah! Wasn't I supposed to be cleaning up the crime scene for you?"
Xiao Wenjin took a deep breath: "..." Three seconds later he raised his hand, "I'm letting you take it with you."
Huali then looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a wad of blanket lying in the doghouse, the only spot not stained with blood. The warm yellow fur looked out of place with the bloody scene.
"Oh, you like this." Huali stepped forward and picked up the blanket, which she had also bought in Fufeng City, with a little Ao Bai painted on the corner.
"...just a tattered piece of cloth," Wen Jin scoffed and took it, "barely enough to wrap yourself in."
*
Although the Cold Palace was rarely visited, it was not absolute.
Especially on the way back to the courtyard, you would often run into palace maids and eunuchs.
Fortunately, she had Ao Bai, her thoughtful little assistant, to lead the way and successfully avoid the crowds to get back to her residence.
After confirming that no one was watching, Huali flipped her wrist and the earth-type card appeared in response to the summons, "Rebirth of the Breath of Earth, arise!"
The barrier, like a transparent bubble, enveloped the house and courtyard, slowly closing in.
One of the upgraded SSR card skills is Regeneration of the Breath of Earth, and the barrier form can be controlled to block interference. Nowadays, apart from Huali, no one would remember that such a place still exists.
Although this method depletes her health points too much, judging from her current health bar, she should be able to last a day without any problem.
Let's lay low for now.
*
Amidst the scorched earth and ashes, Chief Steward Tian's face was so grim it could drip water. He strode forward and grabbed with his backhand, instantly sucking the ashes into his palm.
"What a little beast." His venomous and sinister gaze swept over the intact black iron chain in the ashes, where the dried blood instantly boiled and condensed into three blood crows.
"Dare to run?" Steward Tian sneered, touching his wrist and Adam's apple. "Watch me skin you alive this time."
However, her smile froze instantly before it could fully bloom.
The blood crow's return signifies that the person who was hiding has completely disappeared.
Steward Tian: "...They're not even in the royal city anymore...?"
His subordinates stepped forward and asked, "Sir, should we inform the King about this?"
Steward Tian swept a glare at him, and the other party instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
"In a time when everyone is on edge and suspicious, Cheng Yuan secretly kept such a hot potato and was still killed. What do you think the king will think?"
"And what does he think of me, his so-called godfather?"
No matter who he is, we absolutely cannot let him escape on his turf.
Steward Tian's eyes flashed with ferocity. "Everyone, swear an oath on the spot. If you dare to utter even half a word about what happened today, your soul and body will be annihilated."
*
The sweet fragrance of osmanthus on the table diluted the stench of blood in the room.
As the setting sun cast its last rays, the interlocking silhouettes of a large and a small figure were projected onto the lattice window.
Xiao Wenjin, who had been cleaned with water-based cards, was stuffed into a pile of cotton by Huali, and his black hair, now free of bloodstains, was piled on the pillow like splashed ink.
Seeing that her little dumpling, which she had dressed up so neatly, would become tattered and broken again in just a few days.
Raising a cub is no easy task, Huali sighed.
They removed Wen Jin's tattered shirt, revealing a penetrating wound on his shoulder blade. The edges of the wound gleamed with cold air, and even from a head's distance, the chill was palpable.
"The cycle of flourishing and decay, bestowed!"
The healing light of the wood-element card slowly covered the wounds inflicted by swords and knives, gradually shrinking them, and finally stopping the bleeding from the shoulder blade wound.
Wen Jin remained silent throughout all of this, but his pale golden pupils stared intently at Hua Li, making it impossible to ignore him.
Karin held back for a while, but finally couldn't help but say, "Hey... could you please stop staring at me like that? It's making me feel pressured."
"Wen Jin," the boy who had been silent spoke, "you may call me by my name."
Hua Li whistled inwardly, but outwardly cooperated perfectly: "Wen Jin."
The two ominous words came from the girl's mouth, and Wen Jin suddenly remembered when he was a child living in the dungeon, he stood in the ashes called the source of filth and looked up at the small skylight.
Wen Jin, Wen Jin, is just a lump of dead ashes that can never be warmed.
"Your name has a nice meaning," Huali said, trying to start a conversation when he didn't speak.
Seeing Wen Jin suddenly look over, she blinked. "What? Has no one told you? Let me explain it to you."
"This warmth is the lingering warmth of a spark, and the ashes are the embers of an old nightmare that have been burned away. How positive and uplifting it is to live towards death!" It's completely different from you.
Wen Jin suddenly clenched his fingers.
In that instant, an intense possessiveness swept through like a raging storm, causing mountains to collapse and seas to tsunami.
His knuckles were white from restraint, and his voice was hoarse: "Then you should know, if ashes reignite..." A spark flickered deep within his pale golden pupils, "...so never deceive me..."
Karin was startled, and seeing that something she had said had made Xiaohao start to go crazy, she quickly nodded, "Of course, why would I lie to you? It's impossible."
The next second, Ao Bai's voice came from outside the window: "Host, Zhang Dezhu is looking for you everywhere."
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Dezhu's distinctive hoarse voice drifted from afar: "Flower! Pear!"
Huali's body trembled, and he suddenly remembered!
She claims she didn't lie, but even the name Cuihua is fake!
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