The Fallen
On her slightly pale face, there was no impatience due to the long wait. Instead, it was the same as when she came in, only indifference.
A dangerous aura was flowing out of her eyes like an unstoppable stream.
A competition of patience?
Ha…
String Kite sneered.
She wouldn't be impatient, but she would fully transform that impatience into her killing intent!
At this moment, there were some messy footsteps outside the door.
Qian Ye appeared at the right time to stop the servant who came to deliver dinner. After a series of light footsteps, the door returned to silence.
Inside the room, Xian Yuan's cold and stern expression froze for a moment. In the blink of an eye, she regained her composure.
However, the external fluctuations could be disguised with expressions, but how could he calm down the emotions that came from the depths of the core spirit?
Dragging…
String Kite called his name silently. It was clearly a silent call, but the lingering sound seemed to have a life of its own and tightly wrapped around her core spirit, unwilling to dissipate for a long time.
Perhaps she was afraid…afraid of his care and thoughtfulness, afraid that it would be difficult for her to be separated from him, afraid…that there would come a day when she could not help but selfishly want to pull him along…and fall into that endless hell…
……
Finally, there was some movement under the empty bed. Gradually, the movement became louder and louder.
Then, half of his head carefully poked out from under the bed. Under her messy light green bangs, a pair of almond-shaped eyes were trying hard to focus, trying to see the appearance of the string kite.
The red sorcerer's robe that was as gorgeous as fire and as charming as blood perfectly displayed the graceful figure of the Flower Goblin in front of him.
The thin silver chain at her waist reflected a cold charm and arrogance that was different from the secular world.
Her gray hair was not even tied up in a noble hairstyle. It was only tied behind her with a headband, but it could not hide her beautiful face.
Could she trust this Flower Goblin?
Can I?
With half of her head exposed, the mermaid woman under the bed began to bite her pale lips and fall into a dilemma.
Strange…
An indescribable strangeness spread in the quiet room…
String Kite's gaze was still outside the window, as if there was really some fascinating scenery outside that made her unable to look away. She did not react to the woman who was silently sizing her up under the bed. She did not feel anything about the strange scene at the moment.
Finally, the woman under the bed bit her pale lips, and a determined look flashed across her pale face!
Then, after another round of busying herself, she stood up from under the bed, swaying her broken body.
As expected, he was in an exceptionally sorry state!
Her originally beautiful light green hair was scattered messily on her shoulders. Her beautiful face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly unfocused, as if she had spent a lot of effort to barely concentrate and stabilize her thoughts. Under her black hair, she had the unique blue butterfly-shaped ears of the merfolk race, silently announcing her race. His hand that had lost its luster tightly hugged another young merman.
String Kite couldn't help but frown.
With her skills and experience as a killer, she could tell the condition of the woman in front of her at a glance.
If his deduction was correct, she should have been attacked by a powerful spell, causing the internal organs of her body to be damaged and unable to function normally. Moreover, the worst thing was that her core spirit seemed to have been greatly affected.
Now that she could still stand in front of her, it had to be said that this merman's perseverance was not something that ordinary people could compare to!
This woman might collapse in the next moment, or she might even see the dawn of the sea tomorrow.
"Although…although we didn't know each other before, please, please save this child! Please save him…"
Her voice was so weak that it was almost like she was moaning. Every word seemed to be pieced together by the strength of her entire body. Coupled with her beautiful face and the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, any mortal would probably feel a trace of pity!
This was the difference between humans and demons:
No matter how cold and heartless mortals were, their hearts would always be soft.
As for demons, they were heartless and would not have any feelings for anyone. However, if he had feelings, it would be an obsession that he would not be willing to dissipate even if he were to reincarnate forever!
Moreover, once the demon race seriously wanted something, they would never give up even if they had to pay the price of destroying the world or even losing everything!!
……
Therefore, under such circumstances, mortals might immediately soften their hearts and agree. However, as a monster, String Kite was still as calm as ever. From the beginning to the end, she only looked indifferently at the disheveled woman in front of her. There was no emotional change on her stunning face.
After a while, the woman finally turned the child in her arms around helplessly…
Compared to her, this child was well protected by her!
Other than his slightly messy light golden short hair, there was no blood or dust on his delicate face. Her big eyes were filled with innocence and obvious timidity. Her pink and purple eyes were misty, as if she moved a little, there would be sparkling water droplets falling.
She was wearing an exquisite indigo robe with a complicated totem on the edge of the golden brown clasp at the bottom of the sleeve…
It seemed that they came from a certain family!
The woman's next words also verified String Kite's guess.
"This is a treasure passed down from our family. The things inside are all rare treasures in the six worlds! I'm willing to give it to you, but please…take good care of this child for me…"
As the woman spoke, she gently pulled open the child's clothes, revealing a box-shaped pendant hanging around his neck.
Her red lips curled up slightly, and a trace of ridicule flashed across her eyes. Then, she smiled faintly.
Her beautiful voice, with its deep allure, reverberated in the air for a long time…
" Even if, by my side, this child... will fall from grace..."
"Wha…what…"
The woman did not expect her to say such a strange thing. Before she could think about it, she had already asked subconsciously.
"Ha…such an innocent child, following a ruthless killer…aren't you afraid that he will fall with me?”
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