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For example, Mai Shude, and Little Monster...
He reminded:
"Junior Sister, I'm the one who summoned this ninja."
Xia Mi seemed to only then realize what was happening. She hopped and skipped, grabbed Wang Anzhi's hand, and said with a grin:
"So, senior brother, what is your purpose in calling her out?"
Then, her tone turned cold, "You wouldn't be looking for a Silla maid for yourself, would you?"
"How could that be?" Wang Anzhi refused decisively without the slightest hesitation, but he also dared not look at Xia Mi any longer.
He looked at Shude Mai, tilted his head slightly, and spoke in a deliberately arrogant tone.
"Your boss has already sold you to me, what do you think?"
He seemed to see a little boy jumping up and down saying "nonsense," but he paid no attention to him. The "contract" that Lu Mingze signed with them was based on the same principle of "separation of cause and effect" in the Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy.
Wang Anzhi, however, paid no attention to this, believing he could ignore his objections.
Mai Shude forced a smile and said, "You're joking."
“How can you say that as a joke?” Wang Anzhi shook his head and said casually, “Look, he didn’t object, so doesn’t that mean he acquiesced?”
As he spoke, he expanded the scope of his Word of Power: Emperor's Domain, diverting Lu Mingze's reprimands to a place where he couldn't hear them. Then, looking at the hesitant Jiu Demai, he smiled again:
"You don't think he can't contact you from here, do you?"
Mai Shude remained silent. More than the possibility of being "sold" to someone else by her boss, she was concerned that her "boss" hadn't even contacted her to give her the order to "grasp the sword."
As a precious sword, what it fears most is not having its blade broken, but rather the hand holding it becoming weak and powerless.
Then she remembered the "boss's" instructions before he left, and she became even more hesitant.
After waiting for her boss's orders for a long time without getting any, she looked up at Wang Anzhi and tentatively called him "master".
Xia Mi's face was as cold as ice.
Wang Anzhi also coughed loudly, "You won't even call me 'boss'?"
"Okay, boss." Jiude Mai said honestly. She decided to lie low for a while. Anyway, with Xiaolongnu by her side, she was unlikely to encounter any real danger.
“Then let’s enter the Clock Tower now. You lead the way, and Jiu De Mai, my sword.” Wang Anzhi said, pointing to the Odin puppet standing atop the tower in the distance.
"what?"
Chapter 73 Chen Motong's Spiritual Vision (Seeking First Subscription)
the other side.
The torrential rain never stops, and neither does the monster lurking within it.
Countless dark figures climbed along the sports car traveling at 200 kilometers per hour, their sharp claws digging deep into the car's interior. Chen Motong, sitting in the back seat, could even see the sharp fingernails inside.
Yes, this is indeed a Maserati, but just because it's a Maserati doesn't mean it's as tough as flesh that can tear steel apart.
Cheetahs are the fastest land animals, with a top speed exceeding 120 kilometers per hour in short bursts.
However, this is only the fastest among ordinary life forms in nature, excluding monsters with dragon blood flowing through their veins.
Chen Motong was not afraid of these dead servants. As the red-haired witch of Kassel College, she was also a formidable female tyrant. However, what accompanied these shadowy figures was not only their sharp claws, but also an ancient "words of the dead" that sounded like weeping.
"Humans..."
“That’s…Frigga…”
"A lowly counterfeit..."
"Born alongside death..."
"The King's..."
Chen Motong wanted to cover her ears to block out the jarring sounds, and almost curled up in her seat, too afraid to move.
"Don't be afraid, Nuonuo, I don't think we're at our wits' end yet."
It was Hilbert Jean Angers' voice, clear and crisp. Even now, the 130-year-old headmaster's voice still sounded so reliable.
The old principal had a cigar dangling from his mouth, and the sharpness in his eyes was reflected in the rearview mirror.
He slammed on the gas pedal again, the engine roared to life, and the Maserati continued to climb at 200 kilometers per hour, the tires screeching against the wet pavement as if billowing smoke were about to rise.
In just half a minute, the Maserati reached a speed of nearly 400 kilometers per hour.
But this is not the end, it's just the beginning.
None of the shadowy figures could maintain their position on the outside of the vehicle at that speed; they could only wail as they were abandoned on the road, their bodies crushed by the wheels.
The old man laughed loudly, as if he were singing a song.
But what truly instilled fear in Nono was never these shadowy Deadpools.
But...
Vision.
Chen Motong felt as if she had returned to the hospital where her mother had passed away. Her body was covered with all sorts of tubes, and the world's most advanced medical equipment was all around her.
But none of this could stop her life from slowly slipping away.
Chen Motong's mother is on her deathbed. She has been like this for half a year, and she has been lying in this hospital for half a year.
The reason she was able to lie down in this hospital was not because she was Chen Motong's father's wife, but because she was the mother of Chen's most "outstanding" daughter.
But none of that matters now. She's lying in a hospital bed, her life sustained only by these advanced medical devices.
"Mother……"
Chen Motong began to sob softly. She knew this was "Spirit Vision," and that she was still in danger in reality, but she still couldn't bear to leave.
What in this world can force a child to leave her mother?
Nothing.
Chen Motong still remembers that year; she was 12 years old that year.
She watched as the little girl knelt before her mother's bedside, her eyes surrounded by dark circles; she had been like this for six months.
She hasn't dared to rest since her mother was put in the hospital bed.
Chen Motong watched the little girl sobbing softly. She was the most outstanding among the more than one hundred "children" of the Chen family head, but now she was just a pitiful child who was about to lose her mother.
"Nono, wake up."
That was Chu Zihang's voice, but Chen Motong didn't care. She wasn't her roommate Su Qian, and she didn't have any particular feelings for this Lionheart President.
She looked around, and it was still the same as she remembered. The white walls seemed to be filled with the aura of death, and the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to be counting down for the patient in the bed.
The little girl by the bed was still yawning.
Chen Motong remembers that at that time, she hadn't had a good night's sleep for six months.
She wanted to close her eyes because she knew that her mother would leave her forever at that moment.
But she forced herself to open her eyes, even though her beautiful dark red hair was unkempt and her dark pupils had lost their former luster.
At this moment, Chen Motong, who had grown into an adult, seemed to have merged with the sobbing little girl on the hospital bed.
She was exhausted, but she strained to keep her eyes wide open, trying to see her enemy's face clearly.
She wanted to see the figure that had taken her mother's soul, a figure that was both a god and a devil.
The deity arrived as scheduled, radiating a magnificence and majesty that transcended the mundane world.
His face was like a classical sculpture, with deep contours, a high nose bridge, and clear lines.
Among them, the most captivating feature was his pair of golden eyes, their intense gaze seemingly forged from pure gold, concealing both divine radiance and demonic oppression, while his pale face remained devoid of any emotion.
Chen Motong looked at the face that she remembered so vividly, but she couldn't find any face that matched it.
If she had to find a similar face, she was reminded of Caesar Gattuso's flamboyant face and Lu Mingfei's timid countenance.
"how is this possible?"
Chen Motong chuckled. One of them was her current boyfriend, and the other was a freshman who had just enrolled in school. Both of them were under twenty years old, so how could they possibly be this figure that looked like both a god and a devil?
The deity did not stop moving because of the girl's thoughts and sobs. He slowly raised his hand, and a dark shadow was slowly pulled out from the patient's body on the hospital bed.
The girl by the hospital bed went from sobbing to crying, as if realizing her mother's departure. She looked up and seemed to see the shadow of a god.
Chen Motong also rushed forward, trying to stop the god's actions in this dream, but she only stumbled and missed, as if the so-called god was just a little girl's fantasy.
The deity's movements were neither slow nor hurried; they were composed. The deity did not slow down because of the little girl's cries, nor did it quicken its raised hands because of Chen Motong's lunging forward.
Everything moved as naturally as if it were a destiny that was destined to come...
It is not to be defied.
At this moment, both pointers are pointing to the "twelve" mark.
This is the second day.
Outside the window, it was still a dark night without a bright moon.
The critically ill patient in the bed had just passed away.
The numbers on all the high-precision instruments in front of the hospital bed quickly pointed to "0".
Whether it was the little girl lying by the hospital bed or Chen Motong dreaming of her youth, they both knew clearly.
Their mother has left them once again.
Chapter 74 Rainy Night Viaduct
"Nono."
Chu Zihang called out again. He looked at Chen Motong, who was curled up in the back seat, with tear stains even showing at the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t call her anymore,” Angers took a big puff of his cigar and glanced at the dashboard, which showed a speed of 450 kilometers per hour.
At this speed, unless the Word of Power is an S-class hybrid with speed-type abilities, those Dead Servants have no chance of catching up.
"She is now caught in a state of both clairvoyance and deep profiling. Unless she finishes her own dream and wants to wake up, external calls will be of no use to her."