A cacophony of angry accusations erupted in her ears. The faces of those who were blaming her out of a sense of justice were contorted, revealing a palpable malice.
She stood there, not saying a word, her icy aura refusing to speak.
Even as sirens blared outside, she remained unmoved.
She didn't seem to want to struggle.
Or perhaps she struggled.
The malice of these people was too great for her to bear. She could not accept the disparity of going from darkness to light, only to be pushed back into darkness by the light itself.
Suddenly, his body was lifted into the air.
She felt a suffocating sensation as if her blood was rushing back to her head.
She was grabbed and left hanging in the air, her arms and legs dangling. She looked down at the sky without fear, her empty, lifeless eyes watching the skyscrapers below turn into tiny dots.
She finally regained her senses when the girl stopped and put her down, and her unfocused gaze gradually cleared.
The girl immediately yelled, "Are you a pig? If someone insults you, why don't you insult them back? If someone hits you, why don't you hit them back?"
The girl was scolded for no reason, but her face remained expressionless and unmoved.
Seeing that the girl was even more taciturn than before, the young woman snorted coldly: "What a pushover, not even resisting when being squeezed and flattened."
The girl remained silent.
Annoyed by her silence, the girl simply stated her purpose: "Little thing, the black mist you just used, you stole it from me, didn't you?"
The girl was shopping in a mall more than ten kilometers away from the orphanage when she suddenly sensed the presence of dark magic.
Although the aura was weak and unstable, she still managed to detect the information, pinpoint the address, and head straight for the orphanage.
As soon as I arrived, I saw a group of people surrounding a little girl, spouting nonsense and making no attempt to hide their malice.
Upon seeing the little girl's face and the blood all over the ground, she quickly came to a conclusion after a moment's thought.
The little girl in front of me secretly learned her magic.
To her surprise, the child was able to apply what he had learned after only watching it once.
The girl's eyes suddenly lit up; this was a promising talent.
We need to find a way to abduct this child.
The girl neither answered nor denied her question.
With a thought, the girl conjured up an expensive chair. She sat down gracefully, crossed her legs, and looked straight ahead.
"If you don't answer, I'll take that as your agreement."
Her Black Mist Devouring Evil Technique can only engulf bad people who have killed others.
Considering the group of children calling the girl a cannibal, and the bloodstains on the floor, she roughly deduced that there was a villain in the orphanage who had committed murder, and that the child in front of her had used her magic to deal with the bad guy.
But when the children saw someone using black mist to eat people, their instinct to repel those who are different made them immediately turn against the girl and verbally attack her.
After a moment's thought and deduction, she quickly understood what the girl in front of her had gone through.
The girl, bored, tapped her face with her index finger and thought to herself:
No wonder this little guy is even more bored than last time.
At such a young age, thinking that he had saved someone, he was scolded by everyone, ostracized by his peers, and suspected by adults. How could he not feel even more depressed?
The girl seemed to have thought of something, took a ring out of her pocket, and threw it in front of her.
The ring rolled around and landed in front of the girl.
The ring, shrouded in black mist, looked cold and aloof.
"Pick this up for me," the girl ordered without any hesitation.
The girl remained unmoved, her indifference growing ever more profound.
The girl simply changed her approach: "If you pick it up, I'll give you food."
Upon hearing this, the girl twitched her finger, but her body remained frozen in place.
Although he looked no different than before, the girl could tell that he was going through a lot of inner turmoil.
The girl tilted her head and scoffed, "That's really dishonest."
The girl stood up, walked to the ring, picked it up, put it back in her pocket, and muttered, "Fine, whatever."
"Forget it, even the best seedlings can't withstand a lack of ideas."
The girl glanced at the girl who was cold all over, and thought that the orphanage had her information and that the police had been notified. If she was left alone outside, she would definitely not be able to keep the secret of the dark magic.
Thinking about this huge trouble, she sighed: "Oh well, I'll just consider it as picking up a bad-tempered kitten."
"Hey, what's your name?"
The girl then looked up at her: "I don't have a name."
"Didn't you pick it up at the orphanage?"
"I don't want it."
"Pfft... That's really awkward."
"Why don't you just take my surname? You learned my magic and used it to save yourself, so I'm practically your savior. You have to work for me to repay that debt. I'll give you three meals a day, and when you've paid it off depends on your performance." The girl kept grumbling.
The girl spoke as she walked forward.
The girl watched as her silhouette grew longer and longer, noticing the exquisite and beautiful dress she wore. She couldn't help but glance down at her own torn black dress, a ripple of emotion stirring within her.
She didn't know if this older sister was a good person.
I think of the days when I was well-fed in the orphanage, and at the same time, I think of the days when I was hungry and beaten in the slums.
The choice between the two sides was tearing her apart.
Should we go back with them, or return to the slums?
Which side is the better choice?
She didn't know.
She lowered her eyelashes, her heart filled with unspoken thoughts.
Finally, she lifted her foot and walked towards the girl.
The countless scars etched in my mind, along with the memories of the slums, are inextricably linked. Every time I think of the slums, the first thing that comes to mind is the pain of being beaten by those people.
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