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“I’m not the kind of person who accepts favors for nothing, Jiang Kehan. I don’t need pity.”
She seemed to be mocking Jiang Kehan's unnecessary actions, but Jiang Kehan looked at the memories in her mind that had been revealed to be usable in the drama and showed a long-lost smile.
That was a mime about gemstones that Jiang Kehan had seen with her own eyes.
Chapter 115 A False Stage, True Emotions
Thus, their memories of the mountain affairs began to connect. They looked at each other, each revealing their own obsession. One was like a pitch-black night, while the other shone with brilliance.
In reality, the earth began to undulate, swallowing all the puppets and the skeletons that had been re-skinned, and then they emerged in the places where they were supposed to appear.
The sky reflects the earth's image; mountains rise and fall, toppled and rebuilt; ancient houses emerge from Solitaire's memories, painting this world.
Everything seemed to have returned to the time that Solitaire least wanted to remember.
Her eyes held a hint of resentment, but she covered her eyes so Jiang Kehan wouldn't see it.
Under her control, the majestic mountains lifted them up, seemingly only a thin layer above the sky. Her tone was somewhat solemn as she slowly spoke, just as the behind-the-scenes setup was about to be completed.
"It's about to begin, Jiang Kehan."
Are you ready to witness an endless hunt?
Solita suddenly opened his eyes, and with an undeniable laugh, he pushed Jiang Kehan hard. The two of them fell from the high cliff like meteors due to the force of the push.
Their eyes gradually became hazy, and their intertwined memories began to take effect, sealing each other off.
So, the two looked at the sky in different directions, and their respective magic powers spontaneously protected their bodies, transforming into angelic wings that embraced them.
However, Solita's wings were like splattered ink, while Jiang Kehan's wings were milky white, representing their respective determinations.
Jiang Kehan closed her eyes, moving her lips to make sure only she could hear the sound.
"I will definitely save you, Solita. Wait for me in the darkness, for the warmth that you have not yet feared."
This time, let's not let tears and blood speak of despair!
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"Have you heard? The lord seems to have captured a girl with strange powers?"
"Yes, my uncle's next-door neighbor's son is a knight in the lord's manor, and he said it's a 15-year-old girl!"
"Hey, do you think the lord might have some ulterior motive? How could such a young child possibly possess strange magic?"
"Don't talk nonsense. The lord is known as a good man. He would never do such a thing."
The two glanced around nervously, and only after seeing that no one from the lord's manor was patrolling did they pat their chests and breathe a sigh of relief.
The lord is a good man, but his men may not be.
However, it is clear that the news has spread to every corner of the territory and is even gradually spreading to the kingdom, since in the eyes of merchants, the value of language is infinite.
The lord they were talking about was looking at the girl in front of him with a serious expression.
He wore a long, snow-white robe with red stripes, resembling either a religious symbol or a family crest.
But in his hand he held a long sword dripping with blood, which illuminated the girl's face.
The girl was curled up, a wound on her face still dripping blood, making her originally delicate face look somewhat broken, but she could only cover her mouth tightly and look at the lord in horror.
She dared not cry out. Although she did not know why the other party had suddenly slashed her face with a sword, she knew that if she disturbed the lord's thoughts, the consequences would be even more tragic.
Unstoppable tears mixed with blood made her tattered hemp clothing look terrible.
The lord frowned, staring intently at the gradually healing wounds on the girl's face. He handed the sword to the attendant beside him and said in a low voice.
Are you sure she's unkillable?
The servant wiped the sword with the corner of his robe, then sheathed it and answered in a low voice with his head bowed.
"Yes, Lord."
"When I saw her, her stomach was being pierced by a bandit's spear. We didn't think much of it at first, but after we killed the bandits, she was still alive!"
The servant had witnessed much death and slaughter, but this did not reassure him; instead, it intensified his fear.
The truth in his mind was that if a person is killed, they will die. He couldn't imagine how the person he killed would treat him if the dead could be brought back to life.
The more people come into contact with death, the more they revere it.
"Her belly, like her face now, is gradually healing, as if she were making a deal with the devil."
The servant's tone was tinged with fear. He couldn't help but look at the girl. In the middle of the hempen clothes that covered her upper body, there was a tear the size of a wrist, revealing her fair belly.
“We didn’t dare to approach her; her parents personally delivered her to the lord’s manor.”
"Oh?" The lord let out a soft "hmm" as if he had no choice but to agree, without turning around.
He walked towards the door, asking the servant curiously, "Does she have a name?"
The servant followed behind the lord and spoke respectfully.
"Her parents have taken back her name, and she doesn't have a name now."
The lord nodded in satisfaction and couldn't help but praise the servant.
"Well done. Such a blasphemous being doesn't deserve a name. She's no longer one of us. After confirming she's not in danger..."
You know, I hope to get something out of her.
The lord patted the servant on the shoulder, his tone indifferent, but it made the servant stiffen.
The servant nodded obediently and did not continue to follow behind the lord. Instead, he waited until the lord had completely disappeared from sight before turning back to look at the girl who had returned to normal, and shuddered.
Seeing the other person cover their mouth, he suddenly felt a surge of resentment and anger.
It seems like they are trying to hide their inner turmoil and fear.
So he drew his longsword and walked step by step toward Solita.
"So you're the one who won't die, huh? Tell me, what deal did you make with the devil?!"
The tip of the longsword scraped against the ground, making a clanging noise. Accompanied by his heavy footsteps, Solita curled back a few more times until his back touched the cold wall.
"I, I really don't know!"
The girl wasn't lying; she just kept curling up, trying to escape the torment to come.
But the servants didn't believe it, and more importantly, the lord wouldn't be satisfied. Naturally, he looked at the timid girl and his smile became even more ferocious.
The longsword slashed towards Solita's face, slashing repeatedly until the face was no longer visible, at which point the attendant stopped.
"A monster should look like a monster. Tell me, what deal did you make with the demon?!"
Solita covered her face tightly, trembling all over. She dared not roll around to relieve the pain, as that would allow dust to fall into the scars on her face and further torment her nerves.
She could only cry, as if her throat was locked, weakly emitting faint sobs.
She really didn't know anything...
The blood on his face clung to his hands, but the pervasive blood vapor emitted invisible black smoke, filling the area.
The servant grinned maliciously, intending to inflict even more torture on the other party.
Chapter 116 The Contempt Ignites at the Foot of the Cross
The longsword had not yet fallen.
Solita's black hair fell to the ground. She tried to squeeze back the tears in her eyes. The wound on her palm brought a slightly tingling pain, indicating that her brain was beginning to adapt to the pain.
No, it hurts so much... No, I can't go on like this, I need to find an excuse, an excuse...
I need to convince them that the lord just said something to the servant. Remember it quickly!
The vulnerable child didn't get any hope; all she could do was save herself.
She didn't want to, she really didn't want to experience the feeling of her skin being cut by the cold blade of a longsword again.
Huff, the crying gradually turned into heavy breathing, but the longsword fell before she could change her mind.
The servant vented his fear; since the monster was immortal, he had plenty of time to torture it.
This time, the sword sliced through Solita's thin arm, and the longsword got stuck in her hand bones.
Solita could no longer hold back and let out a miserable wail.
"Heh heh, you won't talk, huh? Well, I'll make you wish you were dead, then you'll talk." The servant laughed even harder as he listened to her screams, threatening her as he forcefully pulled out his sword.
But this time it was stuck quite deep. The moment he pulled it out, Solita's blood flew out and ended up in the servant's hands.
"I see you..." Before the servant could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his hand tightly as his longsword fell to the ground.
In Solitaire's eyes, the invisible black smoke in the air began to gather towards the other's hand, as if it had found an outlet and suddenly rushed into it.
Her blood was like a vanguard horn, leading the pervasive death aura to devour the opponent's life force.
The servant stared incredulously at the lividity on his hands, roaring, "Evil! You're a demon! You're a demon!!!"
Solita was still rolling on the ground, wishing she could faint immediately, but she knew that if she did, she would be doomed.
So, she forced herself to get up from the ground, her frail body straining against the weight.
Her wails were muffled, like a wounded mother beast, as she walked step by step toward the servants.
The servant looked at the other man, especially at the dense, pink, tender wounds on his face, and could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He trembled and collapsed to the ground, crawling backward.
"No, don't come any closer, you monster!"
Solita walked very slowly, her expression one of fear and sorrow. She was still that timid little girl, but the slashes on her face by the other's own hand obscured her true feelings, instead causing the servant to feel a sense of unease. She had stepped into a desperate situation.
She picked up the longsword that had fallen to the ground, and could no longer hold back her tears. The tears dripped onto her hands and then spread to the tip of the sword. She couldn't help but ask a question that sounded aggrieved.
"Why? Why can you hurt me so easily and without any qualms!"
She received no answer. This time, the sharp sword pierced the servant's throat, causing him to fall to the ground clutching his throat, blood splattering, obscuring Solita's face.
He just murmured, "Monster..."
Solitaire was greeted by the sound of footsteps approaching.
The knights of the lord's manor, clad in silver chainmail and holding shields taller than Solitaire, stood guard at the entrance, watching everything unfold.
Solita's arm fell limply to his side, the longsword in his hand returning to the ground. As the adrenaline subsided, the pain once again took hold of the high ground.
Someone, please save me...