Part 14 Chapter 133 Don't Go

Shige Zhenren's eyes narrowed slightly, "With the strength of your ghost world, you dare to speak to me in such a tone. Let alone you, a mere six ghost slaves, even a ghost slave sitting under the three supreme ghost kings of your ghost world is scum in my eyes!"

“Really?” The black mist under the hat of the black-robed figure rolled and made a sound, “I’ll come and learn from you. [ ]”

Wow——

The air around the tree trunks was suddenly shattered by countless black eagle feather-like lights, and countless trees were broken into powder. The ground within a thousand kilometers nearby sank deeply. The black-robed figure slowly raised his hand, and his hand stretched out from his sleeve, revealing a ball of surging black air.

"Ghost Heaven, kill!"

Black mist emerged from countless trees around, and even the ground beneath his feet was emitting black light. It condensed in the surrounding sky and transformed into countless thin black needles, which suddenly swooped down towards the Ten Pavilion Immortal.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The air seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and black light swarmed in.

Master Shige slowly raised his head.

…

In the borderland of the Ice and Snow Empire, there is the small town of Wellman.

The whistling wind and snow howled outside the curtain of the tavern. The woman in the silver-white robe came to her senses and sat next to the thin boy. She looked at his weak expression under the light of the lamp, and gently raised her thin eyebrows. "Drink the hot water, are you feeling better?"

"Well... much better." There was a trace of blood on the thin boy's face. He struggled to sit up, then raised his bright eyes and looked at the woman in the silver-white robe. "Thank you, sister, you saved me. I am willing to be your slave!"

"Slave?" The man in the silver-white robe looked at him strangely and amusedly, "What can you do? I don't need slaves."

The thin boy looked at her seriously and said solemnly, "I can massage your back, rub your shoulders, prepare water for your feet, make your bed, sweep the floor, carry your luggage. If you need anything, I will do whatever I can for you, and..."

"And what?"

He looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Besides, even if you want to use me to lure the monsters in the valley, I can go."

The woman in the silver-white robe was slightly moved. She frowned and asked, "Were you a slave before?"

"Yes."

"If I let you go to the valley, you will be killed in an instant with your physical condition."

"Yes."

"Then why do you still want to go?"

"Because you saved me, my life belongs to you. My previous master asked me to go to the valley to lure monsters for him, and then he went to the monsters' nests to steal new eggs. As a result, he got the wrong information and was eaten by the returning male monsters." The thin boy said with some sadness.

The woman in the silver-white robe looked at him and sighed. She said, "If that's the case, then why were you able to come back alive?"

"I'm lucky." The thin boy's eyes flashed with traces of wind and snow, and his expression became a little terrified, as if he recalled the previous scene. "The monster was chasing me from behind and soon caught up with me. I was very anxious, and my feet slipped, and I rolled down the hillside. Later, I passed out. When I woke up, I saw the monster's body lying next to me. The head was cut off by some sharp object. The incision was very neat, and the blood was frozen by the wind and snow."

The woman in the 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, "Afterwards, I left there because I was afraid that the smell of blood would attract other monsters. Then I kept walking and came here. I accidentally fainted in the snow outside. Thanks to you, big sister, for saving me, I was able to survive."

The woman in the silver-white robe looked at his bright smile from the heart, and for some reason she suddenly felt a little sad. She sighed and reached out to touch the boy's hair. His hair was a little messy and rough, not very smooth. She frowned, withdrew her hand, and said, "Eat something first, then find a place to live, find a job, and support yourself. Don't follow me."

The thin boy was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, his clear and bright eyes were filled with grievance, and he was almost sad enough to cry, "Big sister, don't you want me anymore?"

These words were like lightning striking her heart, the softest part of her body, and her body trembled slightly. She turned her back to the thin young man, her face shrouded in the shadow of her eyebrows. The inn suddenly became silent, with only the sound of wind and snow whistling outside the curtain.

After a while, her cold and sharp voice rang out like a knife, piercing the thin boy's heart. "I'm warning you one last time, don't follow me, and don't use this pitiful appearance to try to impress others and make them pity you, otherwise... I will definitely kill you!"

The thin boy was stunned. He felt his whole body and even his bones were aching with cold. Even the wind and snow outside blowing on his body was not so cold. He stared blankly at the slender back of the woman in the silver-white robe, which looked extremely beautiful under the light.

The woman in the silver-white robe did not look back. She walked straight forward. Passing a table, she picked up the silver-white hood on it and prepared to go upstairs. At this moment, her body suddenly paused. A warm chest pressed against her back, and two thin arms were wrapped around her lower abdomen. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and then her body flashed in an instant. A fierce force emanated from her body, which blew away the thin boy who was hugging her from behind, and crashed into several tables, crushing the tables and chairs.

The woman in the silver-white robe turned around and looked at the thin boy coldly, with a layer of frost covering her delicate face. "If you touch me again... I will kill you!"

"Cough, cough..." The thin boy propped up his upper body with his hands from the broken wood of the table and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, staining his clothes on his chest red. There was blood at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were a little dazed and lonely, and full of deep sadness.

The woman in the silver-white robe looked at him with a gleam in her eyes. Finally, she turned around coldly and walked up the stairs as if she would never look back.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she suddenly turned around. A sharp, slender white sword appeared in her hand, pointing straight behind her. The tip of the sword was tightly attached to her bronze skin, and the sharp tip of the sword, like a needle, was pointing at the thin boy's throat. She only needed to move it forward lightly to pierce the thin boy's throat.

The thin boy's body suddenly stopped, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt the sharp tip of the sword 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 tip of the sword, leaving a trace of blood.

"I told you, if you follow me again, I will kill you!" said the woman in the silver-white robe coldly.

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The thin boy opened his big eyes, looking at her with grievance and sadness, his mouth slightly open, afraid that he would be pierced by the sword if he spoke.

The woman in the silver-white robe stared at him for a while, and the softest part of her heart was slightly touched. Her eyes flashed with light, and then she retracted the white sword, hid it in her wide silver robe, turned around, swayed her robe, and walked towards the stairs.

After taking a few steps, her cheeks suddenly felt cold. She suddenly turned around and kicked the thin boy behind her in the chest. The delicate silver boots trampled on the thin boy's chest, making a sound of bone breaking. His thin and frail body rushed backwards like a cannonball, crushing a large number of tables and chairs.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The woman in the silver-white robe stared at the thin boy with sharp cold eyes, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

Blood was gushing out of the thin boy's mouth, flowing out from the corners of his mouth and into his earlobes and hair on both sides. His body was twitching slightly, and the bones in his chest were obviously broken and sunken. There was a dent on his clothes. The skin on his hands and feet was pierced by wood fragments, and he was seriously injured.

However, he did not know what force supported his body, causing it to tremble. He struggled to stand up, clenched his teeth, and after he sat up completely, he began to gasp for breath as if he was short of oxygen, his whole body covered in cold sweat. Then he raised his head, and his clear eyes like mist were filled with sadness and loneliness as he looked at the woman in the silver-white robe, his eyes were full of pleading and attachment.

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" sound behind him, and a black shadow flew backwards and fell heavily on the floor of the tavern. It turned out to be the thin boy who caught up and was blown away by an invisible force. However, not long after he fell, he got up again, caught up again, and then flew out again.

Again and again.

The owner of the tavern next door was dumbfounded. He simply couldn't believe what kind of strength this thin and frail boy had in his body to support him, endure pain that would kill an ordinary person, and then drag his tired body to chase after the woman in the silver-white robe.

What makes him so persistent?

What made him so unwilling to give up?

After more than a dozen times, the thin boy's body was covered with wounds, and blood covered his entire face and chin with a layer of sticky plasma. He climbed up the stairs with his fingers, one step at a time, and came behind the woman in the silver-white robe, and then grabbed her exquisite boots.

"Don't go..." He said weakly, as if pleading and sad, as the woman in the silver-white robe frowned.

The woman in the silver-white robe paused for a moment, then turned her head to look at him. At this moment, there was no intact part of the boy's body, and he looked even more miserable than before she rescued him.

Her eyes moved, then she sighed softly and squatted down. The scent of snow orchid perfume wafted from her body, and her soft hair hung in front of the thin boy. Her eyes became a little soft and distressed, and she sighed softly and said, "Why do you have to follow me?"

The thin boy lay on the ground, looking up at her. The soft light gathered above her head, like a sacred goddess. His vision soon blurred. He only remembered that before he fainted, he used up all his strength and whispered three words: Don't go...

Then he fell into a coma and endless darkness surrounded him.

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