The sun shone slantingly, as if it had cast a halo around the figure.

The boy was shaken so hard that he couldn't open his eyes and instinctively covered his forehead with his hands.

His instinctive vigilance made his whole body tense, and his body subconsciously assumed an attacking posture.

Low laughter came from above the fence.

Then the light and shadow flickered slightly, and there was another person in front of the young man.

When he saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank unconsciously.

He was an extremely handsome young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

The clothes are gorgeous and exquisite, and the long sword he wears is an extraordinary item that is full of spiritual power.

But the temperament on her body is indescribably clean and clear.

Especially those eyes.

Black and clear, warm and clear, just like the purest obsidian in the world.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Until the person opposite let out a low and sweet laugh: "Little guy, what's your name?"

The young man's thoughts suddenly returned.

The whole body once again returned to the tense attack state.

But he still subconsciously answered: "Ye Nu."

The young man was startled, "Ye Slave?"

The young man nodded and said in a deep voice: "Dark night, slave of slaves."

The young man frowned and his eyes fell on the scar between his eyebrows.

For the first time, Ye Nu felt ashamed.

He subconsciously turned his head, trying to cover the ugly scars on his face with his forehead hair.

The young man suddenly said: "Ye Nu, do you want to live a completely different life?"

Ye Nu was startled, and when he looked into the young man's clear eyes, he felt as if someone had gently stirred his heart with feathers.

Did he want to live a completely different life?

Oh!

How could you not want to?

He was thinking about it in his dreams.

But don't think about it, what's the use?

Ever since he could remember, he had been sold into this [drunk life and dream of death].

In the past, when his appearance was not ruined, the museum was still willing to feed him well and feed him, waiting to sell him at a good price.

But before he could sell it, he was disfigured.

From then on, no one coveted it anymore.

But he was reduced to the lowest level of servant, and anyone in the hall could be beaten, scolded and humiliated at will.

He is not a masochist, so why would he want to continue living like this?

But at the same time, he also understands better than anyone else that there is no free lunch in the world.

There was a bit of sarcasm in Ye Nu's eyes, "So what if I want to? So what if I don't want to?"

The young man seemed not to notice his sharpness.

The smile on his face was still gentle and calm: "If you want to, I will take you away!"

"Why?" Ye Nu frowned and looked at him, "I am not related to you, and I am..."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "You dirty loser, you're ugly... why do you want to help me?"

"Do you need a reason to help others?"

The young man curled his lips, with a childish willfulness on his face, "I can help people if I like, and I can help whoever I like, why do I need a reason? I just like you, and I want to fulfill your wish, but you can't.

?”

The young man stretched out his slender fingers, gestured with his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I just suddenly had the idea to land and take a rest, and then I happened to land in this small courtyard, so it happened that I

I saw you. Maybe this is fate destined by God? Besides, I like your eyes very much... This is also a good reason, right?"
Chapter completed!