The sun shone obliquely, as if it had cast a halo of light around the figure.
The boy was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes, and instinctively covered his forehead with his hand.
Instinctive vigilance made his whole body tense, and his figure 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 boy.
When he saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank unconsciously.
It was an extremely handsome young man, only in his early twenties by appearance.
The clothes are gorgeous and exquisite, and the long sword on his body is an extraordinary product with surging spiritual power.
But the temperament on his body is indescribably clean and clear.
Especially those eyes.
It is pitch black and clear, warm and clear, just like the purest obsidian in the world.
The young man was stunned for a while, unable to recover from a daze for a long time.
Until the person on the opposite side let out a low and melodious laugh: "Little guy, what's your name?"
The boy's thoughts suddenly returned.
The whole body returned to the tense attack state again.
But he subconsciously replied: "Night slave."
The young man was startled, "Night slave?"
The young man nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Night of the night, slave of slaves."
The young man frowned, his eyes fell on the scar between his brows.
For the first time, Ye Nu felt ashamed of himself.
He turned his head subconsciously, trying to cover the ugly and hideous 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 stunned, looking into the clear eyes of the young man, he felt as if someone had touched his heart with a feather.
Did he want to live a very different life
Ah!
Why don't you want to
He's dreaming about it.
But what's the use if you don't want to.
Ever since he could remember, he had been sold into this [Drunken Life, Dreams and Death].
In the past, when his appearance hadn't been destroyed, the museum was still willing to eat and drink to feed him, waiting to sell him for a good price.
But before he sold it, he was disfigured.
Since then, no one coveted it anymore.
But he has also been reduced to the lowest servant, and anyone in the hall can beat, scold and humiliate wantonly.
He is not a masochist, how could he want to continue living like this
But at the same time, he also understands the cruelty of the world better than anyone else, and there is no free lunch in the world.
There was a bit of sarcasm in Ye Nu's eyes, "So what if I think? So what if I don't want to?"
The young man didn't seem to see 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, but I am..."
He laughed self-deprecatingly, "Dirty, ugly, ugly...why do you help me?"
"Do you need a reason to help someone?"
The young man curled his lips, showing a bit of childish willfulness on his face, "I help people as I like, and I help whoever I like. Why do I need a reason? I just like you, and I want to fulfill one of your wishes, no ?"
The young man stretched out his slender fingers, compared his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "I just had a sudden thought, I want to rest on the ground, and then I just landed in this small courtyard, so just so I saw you. Maybe it's fate? Besides, I like your eyes very much... Is this a good reason?"
Ye Nu's face flushed red.