The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The sun shone obliquely, as if a layer of aperture had been plated outside the shadow.

The teenager could not open his eyes and instinctively blocked his forehead with his hands.

Instinctive vigilance tightened him up and consciously posed as an attacker.

A low laugh came from above the wall.

Then the light flashed slightly and there was an extra person in front of the teenager.

When he saw the person in front of him, his pupils shrunk unconsciously.

That was a very handsome young man, looking only in his early twenties.

Finely dressed and wearing a long sword, it's an extraordinary gift of spiritual power.

But the temperament can't be said to be clean and clear.

Especially those eyes.

Dark and crystal clear, warm and clear, like the purest obsidian in the world.

The teenager was a little stuck for a while, and he couldn't even get back to God.

Until someone across the street gave a low ear laugh: "Little guy, what's your name? ”

Juvenile thoughts suddenly returned to the cage.

Your whole body is back in a tight state of attack.

But he answered subconsciously, “Night Slave. ”

"Night Slave? ”

The teenager nodded and his voice sank: “Night, slave of the night. ”

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

Night Slave's heart rose for the first time in a humiliating mood.

He subconsciously overturned to cover his ugly scar on his face with his forehead.

The young man suddenly said, "Night Slave, do you want to live a very different life? ”

Night slave suddenly, against the young man's bright eyes, it felt as if someone had slightly disturbed his mind with feathers.

Does he want to live a completely different life?

Huh!

How could you not?

He's dreaming.

But it doesn't matter if you want it or not.

Since he remembered, he has been sold into this [Drunk Dream Death].

Before his appearance had been destroyed, the museum was willing to eat, drink and feed him, waiting to sell him a good price.

But before he could sell it, he was ruined.

Since then, no one has been complaining.

But he also became the lowest servant, and anyone in the hall could verbally abuse and humiliate him.

He's not a masochist. Why would he want to go on living like this?

But at the same time, he knew better than anyone that the world was cold and that there was no free lunch.

Night Slave's eyes were a little ridiculous, “I guess so? What if I don't want to? ”

The young man did not seem to see his sharp point.

The smile on your face is still gentle and quiet: "If you want, I'll take you away! ”

“Why?” Night Slave frowned and looked at him, “I'm not related to you, I'm another...”

He laughed at himself, “Unclean scumbag, ugly... why are you helping me? ”

“Need a reason to help? ”

The young man leaves his mouth open and shows a little childishness on his face. "I help people if I like, I help whomever I want, why do I need a reason? I'm just looking at you, trying to fulfill a wish, okay? ”

The young man stretched out his long fingers and compared to his eyes, the corner of his mouth soared slightly: “I just suddenly started thinking, trying to rest on the floor, and then fell into the small courtyard, so I just happened to see you. Perhaps this is God's destiny? And I love your eyes... that's a good reason, isn't it? ”

Night slave's face brushed red.