Xueyue Tower is the largest killer organization in the arena. No one knows the name of the host, Chu Mengfan, whoever he wants to kill will live an extra second. Therefore, the people on the rivers and lakes gave him a nickname "cold devil".
I still remember the first time I met Chu Mengfan, it was a snowy night.
I was only ten years old at the time. My parents died early. I was lonely and planned to work hard to make some money, but no one would hire me at my age. I was either kicked out by others or beaten up and bruised. I can only be a little beggar, begging along the street, and barely survive.
However, the snow that year was particularly heavy, with feet deeply buried in it, making it difficult to walk. Looking at the endless whiteness ahead, I seem to be a little desperate, tired, really tired.
I walked to a tree casually, sat down slowly, curled up tightly against the trunk.
Thirst and hunger affects every nerve in the body, my trembling body was swallowed by the ruthless snow, and my eyelids were beginning to be a little unwilling. It’s okay, so I don’t have to work so hard in the future. Closed eyes.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I felt that my body was no longer cold, and a warm current spread all over my body. In a trance, I seem to hear the sound of a carriage running by. Have I already hallucinated
Then my mouth seemed to be pried open, and a bitter liquid was forcibly poured in. I coughed violently, and vaguely saw two figures shaking in front of my eyes.
"Lord, he is awake." A voice rang in my ear, with a warm tone.
However, I didn't hear any answer, and fell asleep in a daze, but vaguely felt a pair of cold eyes staring at me silently.
I stayed asleep until one early morning three days later.
The faint fragrance and the soft mattress make you feel like you have reached heaven. I slowly opened my eyes and observed the strange and gentle environment in amazement.
"Wake up." The familiar voice rang in his ears again.
I just noticed the man sitting next to the **. He was dressed in a green shirt and white clothes, with long black hair like agate falling on his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be a little tired from staying up late, but this still couldn't obliterate his super refined temperament.
"Are you hungry?" he asked me with a smile.
I nodded carefully.
He got up and gently lifted my body, and picked up the bowl of black liquid beside him.
"You drink the medicine first, and then I ask the kitchen to make some snacks for you."
With that said, he had delivered a spoonful of liquid to my mouth, and I opened my mouth obediently and swallowed it.
As soon as the medicine was taken, the suffering was comparable to Coptis, and I couldn't help but frown.
"It's very bitter."
I shook my head, then he smiled again and continued to feed me medicine.
"What's your name?" He put down the empty medicine bowl and asked.
"Zilian." I replied in a low voice.
"Where do you live?"
"My parents passed away."
He nodded, and then asked:
"how old are you?"
"Ten years old."
He stared at me for a long time, as if thinking about something.
"That, that, thank you." I said these words hesitantly.
"Thank what?" He looked a little surprised.
"You saved me."
He smiled faintly, "You seem to have made a mistake. The one who saved you is not me but my master."
"Master?" I vaguely remember the two people on the carriage that day, could it be that the other person was his master.
"My name is Yu Chen. You can live with me in peace in the future. When the time is up, someone will come to pick you up."
"Pick me up?" I looked at the man in front of me in confusion.
"The person who is going to pick you up is my master, Chu Mengfan, the owner of Xueyue Tower." When she mentioned this name, her expression became serious.
"Where is Xueyue Tower?"
"You don't need to know this yet, you just need to know that he is your benefactor."
I looked at him seemingly.
"Well, you have a good rest first, I'll get some food." He touched my head and got up and left the room.
I was the only one left in Nuo Da's space. The words'Chu Mengfan' kept lingering in my mind. I didn't leave much impression of him. If I had to say it, I only had those indifferent eyes.