Her almond-shaped eyes were round and bright, and her delicate mouth and nose were small and exquisite, making her look like a porcelain doll.
It's not about being pretty.
The important thing is—
That's Su Muye's face!
As he ran towards the river, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, the silver-haired youth picked up his hunting rifle, quickly cocked it, and fired at him.
After a moment of stunned silence, Su Deng quickly ran over and pulled him out.
The bullet made a hole in the grass-covered ground.
It's true!
Although I don't know what happened, this is just another one of those shows.
But seeing Su Muye's face beneath the red cloak made Su Deng instinctively shield him behind her, warily facing the silver-haired youth.
"Get out of the way!" The silver-haired youth, dressed in black hunting attire and holding a hunting rifle, said coldly, "or I'll kill you too!"
"Help!" The child cowered behind Su Deng in fear.
Isn't this a fairy tale?
Why are there hunting scenes?
Su Deng frowned. "He was just a child. Why did you kill him?"
"It's none of your business." The silver-haired youth said, his eyes filled with hostility. "I don't have much patience, so you'd better mind your own business!"
If it were someone else, Su Deng might not care.
But this is Su Muye.
Su Deng opened her palm, and the Ling Shuang Sword appeared in her hand from the warehouse.
The blade of this sword is diamond-shaped, and every edge is incredibly sharp.
It is entirely silver.
The hilt of the sword is engraved with exquisite patterns and inlaid with three rubies.
"My sword..." The silver-haired youth paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up, "You're a player of the Divine Court game!"
Su Deng's heart skipped a beat, and she took two steps back to protect Su Muye.
This young man exuded a cold aura and was filled with an air of arrogant superiority.
With his handsome appearance, he didn't really look like a hunter even when dressed in hunter's attire.
"Take my sword..." The silver-haired youth narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're the player Yan Sizhan was protecting!"
A glint of insight flashed in his eyes, and he instantly guessed everything.
Those who know Yan Sizhan...
Su Deng's expression changed slightly, and she continued to back away. "Who are you?"
"Me?" The silver-haired youth sneered, his booming voice enunciating each word clearly, "The Seventh Executor of the Divine Court—Yin Jue!"
Yan Sizhan had previously taken his natal skill weapon and even severed his natal connection with the sword, weakening his own power by a quarter. He thought Yan Sizhan wanted to change his weapon or torture him.
So you gave it away as a gift?
Or was it given to this player?
What a fine cup of wine!
What a fine former Eighth Executor of the Divine Court!
What a traitor!
Even though she guessed it might be someone from the Divine Court, Su Deng's heart still sank when she heard him say it.
She knew that even without Yan Sizhan, there would be others hunting them down.
What is coming will eventually come.
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