Bai Yanling squinted her eyes. It seemed that the young man had received a lot of cold looks in this village. She pondered for a second, "Don't you have any relatives?"
In her previous life, Bingpo also had no relatives, was bullied by the world, and did countless dirty and despicable things, but she still survived. If
Someone was able to help her at that time. Perhaps, the bloody life she lived in her previous life was not a murder-for-hire life.
A trace of pity flashed through her green eyes. It was something she had thrown away more than ten years ago. For some reason, when she saw this young man, a rare feeling of pity came to her mind.
Bai Yanling leaned down, and in the midst of everyone's astonishment, he picked up the young man who was curled up on the ground as if there was no one else around him. He said coldly to them, "He is a fool you look down on today. There is no guarantee that he will not be the same one in the future."
You, the king who is kneeling down, you are insulting him today, but if he rises to greatness in the future, you will definitely repay him a hundredfold!"
While everyone was still stunned by those incredible words, Bai Yanling had already hugged the young man, turned around with a whisper, and returned to the carriage.
The coachman took a look at the ignorant people and shook his head. The people recognized by the Third Miss would never be mediocre people.
For a moment, the coachman looked away, flicked the reins of his horse, and a burst of dust rolled up
The carriage swept away, leaving behind a group of shocked people in the Undead Village.
"Isn't that direction the Abyss of Death?"
"Are those people crazy? Those who broke into the Dead Soul Abyss will definitely have no bones left."
"They will definitely anger the snake god, and now we, the people of the Undead Village, will suffer."
The people in the Necropolis Village who were hustling together seemed to be scared to run away because of the mention of this matter, and they dispersed one after another.
On the bumpy carriage, Bai Yunrong closed his eyes to rest, but from his indifferent expression, it was not difficult to tell that he was not very welcoming to this young fellow.
Bai Yanling, on the other hand, leaned against the window with his arms crossed, and caught a glimpse of Bai Yunrong's aloof appearance, as if he was born with disdain for such a lowly person. He sneered, saying that he was just like those villagers, superficial and ignorant.
At this time, the boy who was thrown into the corner made a small sound, "Uh."
When Bai Yanling heard the sound, he saw the young man moving his thin body slightly, his long dark hair covering his face. He frowned at the young man and asked, "Are you awake?"