"Hey, I'm back." Xihe couldn't see his expression because of the light behind him, so he had to raise his head and grin.
Try to appear kinder.
The man glanced at her indifferently, turned around and walked upstairs gracefully. His clogs stepped on the stairs, and the rotten wooden boards made a creaking sound.
Xihe: ...I’m sorry, it stung your eyes.
Suddenly a cold wind blew, and the rain twisted and sprayed all over my body.
Xihe shuddered.
Holding the door, she grunted, gritted her teeth and struggled to move her clumsy tail to climb up. Damn, why was the threshold made so high?
I'll shovel it out tomorrow.
After climbing up with great effort, he twisted his body to close the door. Warmth swept over him, and Xihe couldn't help but close his eyes and collapsed beside the fireplace.
Look around.
It was a simple hut that smelled of damp.
The corners of the room were pitch black. The oil lamp on the table emitted an orange light, moths were circling the candle flame, the fireplace was black and cold, and there was a smell of mud in the room.
Xihe raised her arm and smelled it. Hmm, it smelled exactly the same as hers.
Opposite the fireplace stood a large table and several chairs. The wooden furniture was uneven and had been used for decades. It was crumbling, had traces of ants gnawing on it, and was already rotten and festering.
In the corner was the original owner's bed, with the quilt rolled up into a ball, and the suffocating smell could be smelled from a long distance away.
Xihe: ...
I couldn't help but raise my hand and pinch my eyebrows. Even though she looked like a poor and destitute homeless woman, the original owner still dared to covet Jocelyn.
As the former great prince of the elves, although Rosilan has fallen on hard times and become a hated dark elf, the elves, who are known for their nobility and elegance, would never be attracted to the ugly appearance of the original owner.
Spreading out his hands, looking at the gray paw, Xihe sighed in his heart,
I guess she will be single for the rest of her life.
After the original owner picked up Joslan, she went to the town and bought him the lowest-grade healing potion. She didn't know that Joslan was an elf, and she was heartbroken to spend so much money on him. She was determined to demand that Joslan pay her back a hundredfold or a thousandfold.
But as luck would have it, after waking up, Rosilan had lost his memory and had a weird temper. He would always say that the original owner was an ugly bastard.
When asked for money, he spread his hands and said he had none.
Original owner: ??? What??
You're totally blown away. Not only do you get called ugly, but she does all this for money, and you don't even have any money.
Getting something for nothing?
The original owner, who had always taken advantage of others and had never been taken advantage of by anyone, became more and more angry the more he thought about it.
That night, while Joslan was asleep, he forced himself on him. However, Joslan was not an ordinary person. Although he had lost his memory, he was more than capable of dealing with a waste like the original owner.
So he drew his bow and arrow and shot the original owner through.
Lying on the ground in a mess, holding his bloody chest, the original owner realized that he had picked up an elf.
"How do you want to die?"
He stared at her with a smile on his face, his lips were red and his teeth were white, red like blood and white like cold.
Original owner: ...I want to live.
But looking at the evil-looking man, the original owner became intimidated. Beads of sweat slid down her face. She shivered and leaned back, her ugly face trembling. She begged, "I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please."
As if his eyes were irritated by her ugly appearance, Joslan sneered and turned to leave the wooden house.
It was not until his figure disappeared at the edge of the forest that the original owner gasped for breath, and then crawled towards the town.
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