Black Tiger kicked the boy and shouted: "Shut up! You lowly slave!"
The young man groaned and was thrown into the corner, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Two wretched men stopped the cloaked man, who was only half a man tall, one after the other: "Hehe, little guy, let me take off your hat."
His little body remained motionless, his lips slightly parted: "If you don't want to die, get out."
The childish voice has no tone, very soft, and the silent eyes seem to be looking at a dead person.
The sinister-looking man stretched out his dirty, black hand and said, "What a loud tone. I'm going to cry when you get into the prison car."
Before he finished speaking, the ugly hand stopped abruptly, glaring with fearful eyes, the blood in his body froze, and he fell straight back, no longer breathing, and the sharp ice pierced his heart.
If the ice is pulled out, blood will definitely flow.
There was deathly silence, and a strange and cold breath spread, which was also the breath of death.
"He, he is an illusionist?" Black Tiger opened his cloudy triangular eyes wide and his lips trembled.
They can transform into ice without taking action, which shows how powerful they are. They have reached at least the third level. They are only first-level practitioners and have no power to compete against such a strong person.
"Quick, run." The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately turned around and ran away.
However, before running a few steps, the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into ice, stabbing the man's heart accurately. The blood dyed the ice red and seeped into the ice like blood threads.
Black Tiger's legs were shaking with fear, and he struggled to move his legs to escape, but he ended up with the same fate, falling down with fearful eyes.
Three corpses were lying in the alley, the ice slowly melted under the body temperature, blood flowed all over the ground, and the smell of blood spread.
There was no ripple in her eyes, she lifted up the corner of her too-long robe, walked around the bloodstains on the ground, and continued walking forward, as if she was not the one who committed the murder.
Her steps are elegant and calm, her whole body is full of noble Tsinghua aura, and there is an ice between her brows that cannot be melted away.
The young man realized from his shock that it was not uncommon for people to die in the prison car. What shocked him was the child who was shorter than him.
She walked up to the boy, holding a sharp ice crystal in her small hand, and pointed it at the boy's heart.
"You, are you going to kill me?" The boy was covered in stains, his hair was messy, and only his desperate eyes were clear. He was only shocked, not afraid.
"Yes." It was still a toneless voice, and it was necessary to eliminate the roots, but she was not in a hurry to kill him.
"Okay, then you kill me." The young man closed his eyes in despair, but after waiting for a long time, he could not feel the pain in his heart.
"Who are you?" Bingling pressed against the young man's heart.
The young man opened his eyes, and the chill from the ice made him tremble.
"I am a slave." He lowered his head and slowly spoke of this shameful and lowly status.
"How about being my slave?" The ice in her hand had already pierced his thin clothes. If he said no, the ice would pierce his heart.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up from the stinging pain in his heart. He looked at her only exposed eyes. He had never seen such eyes before. They were like a mystery and dead.
"I have seen my master, thank you for saving me." He ignored the ice in his heart. His indifference and dignity did not allow him to kneel down, but he knelt down and said at this moment.
"What's your name?" she asked, and the ice in her hand turned into steam and disappeared.