At noon, on a remote road outside the town, a figure walked from a distance.
He is a young man with golden hair, a pair of golden eyes, and a slight smile on his heroic face. He walks leisurely. Although the clothes on his body are tattered, they are made of noble materials and special exquisite embroidery.
It can be seen from the pattern that his identity is extraordinary - he is an officer. A long wooden box is slung on his shoulder. There is a pattern of a set of long skirts printed on the box. It seems to be for expensive long skirts.
Package.
Several dirty children stood on the roadside, sucking their thumbs and staring at him curiously. This path was usually deserted, except for a prostitute who they could play with.
He came over, stood in front of the children, and smiled at them, that smile was noble and elegant.
"Where do you sell clothes?" He asked kindly, "Tell me and I'll give you candy."
A child pointed to the tailor shop in the distance with his hand in surprise, explained the route in detail, and then spread his palms with an expectant expression on his face.
He smiled and bent down, spitting into the palm of his hand.
Even the stupidest child knows the difference between spit and candy. The boy cried loudly, wiped his hands on the ground, grabbed a large handful of sand, and raised his hand to throw it away - but he smiled and waved, giving the child a
A loud slap in the face.
"Does it hurt?" he asked with a smile.
The child screamed and cried to his parents, but no one came for a long time. Who dared to provoke an officer?
And he caught all the children playing together, with a friendly smile on his face, and beat them one by one until their noses were bruised and swollen. In the end, he even took off the children's clothes and made them practice goose walking with their butts bare, but after a few back and forth,
He got annoyed and threw the child into a large pit next to him that was full of mud and garbage.
Walking on the street, the young man smiled kindly at everyone he met.
Then he walked into the tailor's shop and said in a gentle tone: "I want a suit of clothes, preferably black."
The shopkeeper raised his eyes and looked at his figure. When he recognized the clothes he was wearing, he let the customer into the shop with a little too much attentiveness: "Yes, yes! Ready-made, it will be ready soon."
After changing into clean, well-fitting clothes, the young man also tried on a black mage robe.
"I want this one too, and a box of this size." The young man pointed to the box on the counter and asked the shopkeeper casually: "When I came here, I saw a woman lying dead on the road. Why didn't anyone take care of her?"
"Sir, are you passing by?" The shopkeeper was busy arranging what the young man wanted: "I know this. Last night, a group of warriors passed by our town and stayed in the inn. They seemed to be familiar with the innkeeper.
They looked like that. Later, they invited a few prostitutes to accompany them to drink and have fun. Who knows what happened to these prostitutes?"
"Samurai!" The young man nodded: "Are you allowed to kill people at will?"
"A dead prostitute is like a dead bug. No one will care about this." The shopkeeper smiled and used a needle to sew the areas to be modified on the robe: "I can see that you need to relax, but the prostitute here is not worthy of it.
Come on, there is a place suitable for you to play in the north of the town."
"Oh, that's right!" The young man looked at his new attire, nodded calmly, took out a finely crafted long sword from the original box, and put it into a narrower wooden box.
"The pattern on your sword is really strange, the style seems to come from the gods." The shop owner looked at him greedily: "Is it a trophy?"
"Yes." The young man put the box on his back and replied with a smile, then stretched out his hand and broke the shopkeeper's neck.
After plundering all the money in the tailor shop, the young man walked to the street, smiled and asked people about the location of the inn, and robbed more shops on the way.
The commotion soon spread, and someone rushed over to catch the smiling man... Finally, in the direction of the inn, the bodies of the townspeople were lying along the way.
The innkeeper who didn't know what was going on wanted to show some heroic spirit in the hands of this young man, but he was defeated in less than a round. He knelt at the young man's feet and told the story of the origin, whereabouts and purpose of this group of warriors in horror.
Earth - They are a mercenary group. This time they went to the dividing line to do something. Because they did not achieve their goal, they were not in a good mood. They left last night and chartered a boat.
"Well, a young woman died." The young man smiled and asked, "Are you clear?"
The boss nodded and recounted the situation to the young man completely, how they tied her up, how they cut her body with metal, how they licked her blood...
"She was still smiling at first..." said the boss, whose face was covered in blood.
Then, there was a loud noise in the inn - the boss disappeared completely.
The young man took a deep breath and stepped out of the inn door.
The streets outside were filled with townspeople armed with weapons, all looking at him nervously - the smile on his face was so charming, making everyone who saw it feel happy unconsciously.
The young man's clothes were clean and he walked out of the town carrying a long wooden box with a gentle smile on his face.
Behind him was fire and smoke, and a group of prostitutes huddled on the roadside, watching him leave in horror. He walked into the place where the prostitutes worked with a smile. The poor women closed their eyes tightly, trembling and huddled in the corner.
.
Soft footsteps left the brothel. These poor women who didn't even have the courage to escape each had a heavy money bag in their hands...
It was getting dark. The young man appeared in another town. There were not many people on the deserted streets.
He wanted to chase the mercenary group, but he couldn't find a ship. These towns were not very wealthy, and they didn't even have decent carriages that were willing to be sold. These carriages couldn't move fast, let alone travel long distances. This was what he didn't expect.
Unreached.
Just then, an unusual-looking carriage stopped in front of him.
"Sir!" A voice full of energy called him: "Do you need a carriage? My carriage will meet all your needs!"
The young man looked back with a smile and saw the face of a simple and honest middle-aged man.
"You may not think that this carriage looks very good, but it is the fastest carriage among demons!" The middle-aged man jumped out of the car and quickly opened the door: "Two fast horses, plus me
The best coachman, it will fly like the wind. Besides, I charge cheaply and don’t talk too much..."
The young man mentioned a place name, and the middle-aged man immediately patted his chest and swore that he would be delivered safely - even though the place was almost a thousand miles away from this town, and the places he had to pass along the way were also very small.
desolate.
"Okay!" The young man nodded: "Just use your carriage, take the money, and prepare food first."
The coachman left happily, and the young man entered the carriage, waiting for the journey that was about to begin.
The coachman was right, his carriage was indeed the fastest in the Demon Alliance, but at the same time, it was also the most broken carriage in the Demon Alliance. In order to achieve the fastest speed, the coachman performed to a very high level, reaching
A staggeringly thrilling level.
Finally, in an endless wasteland, the dilapidated carriage could no longer hold up and fell apart with a "click". Cohen jumped out of the carriage and caught the driver who was waving his teeth in the air.
The two fast horses stopped in front, looking innocently at the pile of "waste" behind them.
"The fastest carriage." Cohen looked around at the land that was described as barren and could be regarded as a compliment, and gave the coachman a thumbs up: "Good job."
"Hero..." The coachman immediately hugged Cohen's leg and cried loudly: "Please forgive me! Please don't drive me away, please let me stay by your side and work for you! I am willing to ride for you, I
I am willing to do anything for you... If you ask me to go east, I will never go west; if you ask me to steal cattle, I will never steal chickens..."
"I didn't say what I wanted to do to you."
"Needless to say, hero!" The coachman raised his eyes, letting Cohen see that there were real tears in his eyes, and then continued to cry: "As soon as I saw you, I knew you were my savior, you are glorious,
You are great, you are heroic, you are almighty... Please don't leave me here, I will starve to death..."
Cohen lowered his head and thought about it, and felt that he also needed a guide...or a servant.
"Do you know the way?"
"I know! I definitely know you!" The coachman immediately got up, wiped away the tears on his face, patted his chest, and changed his identity at the same time: "I am the best in the Demon Alliance.
Guide! You are absolutely right in choosing me. I know every road and every trail. With me by your side, the word "lost" is like a distant legend..."
When the coachman...no, when the guide was bragging, Cohen kept looking at him with gentle eyes. Cohen didn't say what to do to him, but his begging for mercy was habitual, including kneeling, hugging his legs, crying, and crying.
...so quickly and fluently. Cohen felt that the guide pleading at his feet looked like Tanni.
They are all running hard for life, enduring hard, and begging hard. Although the methods are different, everything they do is just to survive.
"Bring the horse over and let's go." Cohen forgave him: "What's your name?"
"Yes, my name is Lip." The guide quickly ran over to lead the horse. He shouted back while running. When he turned around, he accidentally bumped into the horse's butt: "Oops!"
Cohen smiled and ignored him.
Riding on their horses, discarding their excess belongings, the two set off on the road again.
Lost - this distant legend comes at the next intersection. This legend comes too fast.
When Cohen looked up at Lip, he would jump off his horse and shout hero... In this way, Lip took Cohen around in a big circle, and finally found a town before sunset. Seeing the town in the distance, both of them were both excited.
Breathed a sigh of relief.
Far away from the original town that gave him a lot of sadness, Cohen began to think about other things in his mind, and he no longer kept a smile on his face all the time.
"I wonder what happened to the darkness?" He thought in his mind: "How should I explain this to them? I will get a map later and think about how to get back..."
The horse under him walked slowly into the town. The afterglow of the setting sun spread on the street and on the roofs on both sides, a charming orange color. Along with the wind, there was also the smell of barbecue.
"Sir, this is a big town!" Lip looked around: "There are pubs, restaurants, and inns!"
"First time here?" Cohen glanced at him lightly: "A guide who has traveled all over the Demon Alliance?"
"Hero..." Lip's mouth was opening and closing with saliva.
"Shut up."
"Yes!" Lip immediately obeyed.
But the sound of "hero" still alarmed several people on the street. A tall man with a fierce face stood in the middle of the road and blocked their horses.
"You're from outside? I'm unfamiliar with you!" He touched the handle of the knife on his belt and walked over step by step: "If this is your first time here, do you know the rules here?"
Cohen glanced at Lip, who immediately flattered him with his muscular mouth. Cohen stayed aside leisurely, watching Lip flipping those two chapped lips at a very fast speed and using a lot of nonsense.
Lift the man who blocks the road to the sky...
A woman dressed coquettishly appeared from the door of the pub on the left, holding a wine bottle and holding the hem of her skirt with her other hand, staggering towards a house across the street, blowing a kiss to Cohen halfway there.
Cohen smiled faintly, the woman laughed wildly, winked at her, and left.
"What are you looking at!" The man blocking the road stepped over and shouted: "She is our boss's woman!"
"At first glance, it doesn't mean anything." Cohen answered him kindly: "My woman is beautiful and can attract other people's attention. Your boss should be very proud."
The man blocking the road was stunned for a moment. Cohen's dress made him dare not move rashly - not everyone can wear the black mage robe, and the box behind it might hide something powerful.
"Unfamiliar mage, there are no officials here, everything is decided by us." The man blocking the road backed away: "If you want to pass by safely, you'd better be honest."
Lip immediately patted his chest and loudly promised that he would not cause any trouble to the other party. The man finally walked in the direction in which the woman had left. The two of them walked into a tavern to replenish the things they needed for the journey.
Take a break by the way.
While I was enjoying a warm and delicious drink, I saw through the window that the man who blocked the road earlier came angrily with several people.
Cohen didn't react at all, but Lip was startled. He quickly put down his wine glass and went out, greeting him with a smile on his face - but the man raised his hand and slapped Lip, which made Lip stagger.
"Hero..." Just like before, Lip's cry immediately started. But Cohen was still drinking the thing in his hand slowly. He knew that the other party would not do anything to Lip.
"Go away, I don't have time to pay attention to you!" The other party kicked Lip and rolled on the ground, pulled out a knife and chopped down their horses neatly - Cohen continued to drink.
"You all listen carefully, what our boss said - you are not allowed to sell horses to these two strangers! Anyone who dares to do it will regret it!" The other party stood in the street brandishing a bloody knife and shouted.
Arrogant words, while squinting at Cohen's reaction.
But Cohen still drank the thing in his hand wholeheartedly, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him. A few people had no choice but to snort and enter the house across the street. The disgraced Lip got up from the ground, and in the disdainful eyes of others
, staggered back to the table and looked at Cohen with an aggrieved look.
"Drink, it's almost cold." Cohen greeted him.
"We don't have horses, so we can't get out of this wilderness..." Lip said with a bitter look on his face: "They want us to go to their heads. You sit down, and I will go and beg for mercy later?"
"There's no need to beg for mercy." Cohen replied calmly: "As for the horse, I will let their boss pay for it."
"Compensate?" Lip's eyes widened and he stammered as he asked Cohen: "The other party is the leader here, how can we ask them to compensate?"
"Talk slowly!" Cohen smiled and put down the cup: "If you work hard, you can always talk about it together."
Under Lip's confused gaze, Cohen stood up and took off the wooden box from his back and handed it over: "Hold it, don't peek."
Lip watched blankly as he took off his mage robe, went to ask the boss a few words, and then walked out of the tavern with empty hands. He thought to himself, was his companion crazy?
In the tavern, everyone, including the drinkers and the boss, poured out from every corner, carefully placing their heads behind the windows, whispering to each other.
A gust of wind blew by, picking up the hem of his clothes. Lip watched him knock on the door and enter the house opposite. There was a sigh in the tavern, and they saw that the door was closed...
This was a large room, with about a dozen big, hateful-looking men sitting around, playing with their hands on the hilts of their knives and looking at Cohen with very unfriendly eyes.
A luxurious recliner obtained from nowhere was placed in a prominent position in the room. The vulgar-looking boss was sleeping on it while the woman who caused all the trouble was massaging him.
Cohen walked to the middle of the room and stopped, looking at the boss kindly. The boss could not have heard Cohen's footsteps, but he still didn't open his eyes. It seemed that he was waiting for Cohen to speak.
"Hey! Speak! Are you here to be mute?" The silent confrontation didn't last long. A big man who couldn't help being "lonely" took a step forward and shouted to Cohen.
"I..." Cohen smiled: "I'm here to talk to you."
"What are we talking about?" The boss finally opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and asked absently: "Business?"
"My horse is under your control..." Cohen made a slashing gesture: "We can't leave without the horse."
"He was really careless when he killed the horse." The boss turned his head, stared at Cohen and laughed: "But so what?"
"You should pay it to me," Cohen said.
"I'll compensate you? Okay, great idea - I like it!" The boss's eyes flashed with excitement, and he pushed his body up from the recliner: "Baby, come here and get it, you have to do it yourself."
There was a round of jeers all around.
"You want me to do it?" Cohen looked back at the boss with sincere eyes: "If I do it, you will be in pain."
The boss picked up the weapon he had put aside and shouted in the room. Even the people in the tavern outside could hear clearly: "I just want to know what pain is!"
In the tavern, Lip was holding the wooden box with both hands and was worrying about his fate. He suddenly saw the house opposite shaking. He was startled and thought it was his imagination, but something immediately told him that what he saw was
Really - there was a burly body that broke through the intact wall and hung there bloody. Then the window was shattered and a thick leg flew out...
With the loud noise, the ground beneath my feet was shaking slightly, and the house was twisting painfully, making continuous "squeaking" sounds...
The people gathered near the windows of the tavern were stunned, and all of them looked like idiots.
Finally, everything calmed down.
There was an extremely unpleasant groan from the door, and a face covered in blood appeared beside the door - judging from his body shape, it was the man who blocked the way before. He was still holding a knife, swaying step by step, panting towards the tavern.
As he walked towards the street, he opened his mouth with difficulty.
"Help..." His throat seemed to leak a little, and before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and started twitching.
The people who gathered around the window to watch the excitement dispersed in a hurry. In an instant, those who should be drinking were drinking, and those who were supposed to be selling wine were selling wine.
Lip stared at the door blankly until he appeared. He had an innocent smile on his face, his clothes were clean, and there was no injury on his body. He walked in with the same unhurried pace as before.
Tavern.
"Put it away." Cohen put the two large money bags on the table. The knots were not tight and a few gold coins fell out. Then he sat down and poured himself a drink, looking as relaxed as if he had just just
It's the same as taking a pee outside.
"You, you, you didn't..." Lip looked at him, feeling that it was so difficult to speak for the first time: "Didn't you just say let's talk?"
"The talks have fallen apart." He replied lightly.
With lightning speed, Lip stretched out his hand and grabbed the money bag. With his fingers flying, he immediately tied the knot, then hugged the money bag tightly in his arms, never wanting to raise his head again.
Lip is afraid, Lip is really afraid.
He has seen countless people killed and many murderers, but no one can make him feel such strong fear from the bottom of his heart like the companion in front of him.
He is amiable, his smile is innocent, he can be so close to you, but also so far away from you... When you are with him, half of you feel extremely safe, and the other half of you feel overwhelming fear.
Lip knows that as long as he is willing, no one can escape from his grasp...including himself.
He will be his support and his nightmare!
Once people have someone to rely on, they can use their talents to their full potential, and Lip's behavior proves this.
In fact, to be fair, Lip is not a very kind person. He will immediately fawn over those who are more powerful than him; he will find ways to win over those who are about as powerful as him; and once he meets someone who is weaker than him,
He will bully people without hesitation - of course, the premise is that the person is worth bullying, that is, bullying the person can benefit.
Now, this standard has obviously been raised, and he will bully anyone who is weaker than his boss. And along the way, it seems that no one is better than his boss.
His boss told him personally that his name was Cohen Keda. He had heard of this name before and knew what it represented. But he had his own plans, and he never thought about betraying his boss. In fact
On the other hand, he actually wants to label the whole world and sell it to his boss.
He is very observant and knows that his boss is a person who is used to enjoying things, so he spends a lot of money to hire the most comfortable carriage in the real Demon Alliance, as well as the best guide in the Demon Alliance, so that the boss can eat, drink and be comfortable along the way.
Go to your destination in service.
Cohen watched Lip do these things and never expressed any opinions. When the money was almost squandered, Cohen would get off the carriage to make a vote, and then throw the bag full of gold coins to Lip. Cohen.
The vague indulgent attitude undoubtedly made Lip's behavior worse...
Lip, who used to hug everyone and call him a hero, is no longer there. Now Lip speaks with dignity, walks energetically, and even tries to dress himself up like a gentleman.
At the beginning, Lip did not distinguish between good and bad, and would hang expensive things on his body. Although he was dressed like a clown, he still had a bright smile on his face... Whenever this time, Cohen would call him
Get out of the car, take off all your clothes and run behind the carriage.
If he buys the right thing, Cohen will let him keep it. After repeating it several times, the smart Lip will know Cohen's preferences, know what things should be used and what should not be used, and he will not make the same mistake next time.
mistake.
It should be a very difficult thing for others to let people like Lip learn to look at different types of people with different eyes and treat people with different attitudes, but it has become extremely simple in the hands of Cohen. As long as Cohen
Do it once, and Lip can do it completely... For Lip, Cohen has now become the center of his world. Cohen's will is equivalent to his own will, and he will not go against Cohen's will, because he
Understand - only if you can do what Cohen wants him to do, will he have the value of existing.
And Cohen also understood in his heart that there was a reason for Lip's transformation after seeing his own power. There must be something hidden in the heart of this ordinary middle-aged man. This motive was deeply hidden under his tame behavior.
Think about it, for an adult, his living habits have long been fixed. It is very difficult to even make some superficial efforts, let alone a complete change. But Lip is doing this, and he has done it, which makes
Cohen was surprised.
Cohen did not point out this point, but he also wanted to see how much change this ordinary middle-aged man could make. Because in his heart, Cohen was also surprised by his own changes.
Cohen had never thought before that he could infer a person's innermost thoughts just from his behavior. In other words, Cohen never knew that he could do this. But since he woke up, this has become one of his skills. He can
It is natural to analyze one's inner world from one's behavior.
The first time I tried it, I thought it was quite fun.
With sufficient funds, the speed of travel will naturally increase, and it is even possible to reach the place Cohen hopes to go ahead of schedule - which is also a remote town.
The carriage stopped steadily outside the only inn in the town. Lip got out of the car and looked around. These days, he has become a real gentleman.
His hair was meticulously combed, and a scarf with exquisite handiwork, fabrics, and patterns was tied in a knot around his neck. The entire outfit was elegant yet noble, highlighting the unique mature charm of a middle-aged man.
Such exquisite accessories embellish his overall steady style.
"Master." He turned around and said, "We are here."
Cohen stepped out of the car and walked directly into the inn with Lip.
As soon as Cohen sat down and had a drink, Lip came back with what he had learned. He sat next to Cohen and softly told Cohen about the situation of the mercenary group.
During his report, Cohen did not express any opinions as before and was still focused on the drink in his hand.
"That ship carries all their main officers." Lip continued: "I inquired in a business-like tone. They will arrive later this afternoon."
Cohen nodded and put down the cup in his hand: "Prepare the carriage to leave. After finishing the things here, we will go to the capital."
"Yes." Lip replied. Although Cohen's orders were a bit confusing and he never explained anything to him, he would never ask questions.
He raised his eyes, but he couldn't see any emotion in Cohen's eyes or face - this was not a good sign.
In the afternoon, the mercenary group is stationed.
This is a medium-sized mercenary group, with about a hundred people. The members live in 20 to 30 tents. It occupies a large area of land. One side is a training ground, and the other side is close to the river and a small dock is built.
.
A medium-sized cargo ship came from a distance and slowly approached the berth.
At this time, a luxury carriage also came along the road and stopped outside the door. A few mercenaries went up to greet them. They were shouted back by the leader who came from behind. The leader who came in a hurry took a few steps and piled up.
Greet distinguished guests with a smile on your face.
After welcoming the distinguished guests into the tent, the leader immediately introduced the guests to the "best" mercenaries in the mercenary group, who were the samurai who had just returned from the boat. After the superficial words were enough, he changed his words and asked the guests tactfully.
The task you want to entrust.
"Actually, this task is very simple." Lip, who was respected as a distinguished guest, glanced at Cohen beside him and stood up: "What I want to explain first is that my young master is quite upright and kind, but he has a few things.
A person who doesn’t appreciate it.”
"Of course, of course." The leader replied with a smile: "No matter how upright a person is, he will be entangled by bad people. This... we understand."
"The other party's behavior is quite bad, and my young master is very angry." Lip took two steps forward and stated the reason in an awe-inspiring manner: "But as a famous nobleman, it is difficult to do many things directly, although it is okay to do it directly.
I can handle it very well, but it’s a bit troublesome in transition.”
"Yes, noble nobles will have many things to deal with. It is true that you don't have to worry about small things, but this is the meaning of our mercenary existence - we are happy to serve you."
"You are an enlightened leader." Lip stepped forward with a gratified smile on his face: "The matter is very simple. The target is a woman, a young woman. She is not a noble, but her family background is not bad. In addition to ordinary guards, she also
We have hired more than twenty mercenaries. You must understand that our young master wants to resolve this matter neatly, so he has paid a large sum of money to negotiate business with you."
"I understand, what do you want us to do so that you will be satisfied?"
"Our young master believes that you can get rid of the people who make him unhappy, but for this kind of unscrupulous woman, just one death is too cheap." Lipha smiled and said loudly to the people in the tent: "She
You should die miserably, and you should experience all the sufferings a woman can experience... Remuneration is not an issue, the issue is can you do this?"
"Yes! We are good at this." Immediately, one of the best mercenaries stood up: "On the way back, we just played like this once, and the woman was a prostitute..."
"A prostitute?" Lip spread his hands: "I'm sorry, my warriors, I can't imagine what you can do to a prostitute."
"Master, listen to me!" Seeing that the business in hand was about to go to waste, the mercenary became anxious and quickly recounted a series of bloody scenes that day. As he was talking, the mercenary next to him kept nodding to reinforce his words.
Credibility.
Lip listened calmly and turned to look at Cohen.
"That's right." Cohen stood up slowly and nodded: "That's you."
The mercenary leader was overjoyed, thinking that he had secured the mission - before he could say a word of gratitude, he saw Cohen's body tremble, and two identical phantoms appeared on the left and right.
"This..." The leader's words were interrupted by screams. He was hit by a phantom and his body fell apart in the air.
The phantom divided again and again, killing everyone else in the tent in an instant, leaving only the "best" mercenaries who returned. Then it broke open the tent and rushed around, causing a stir in the mercenary group's camp.
A bloody storm.
The tent was in a mess, with liquid splashing on the ground everywhere, shockingly red and white. The best mercenaries collapsed on the ground, watching the smiling Cohen walking over step by step.
"Spare, spare my life..."
Although they don't understand why the other party suddenly turned against him, there must be a reason. Judging from the other party's ability, the mercenaries knew that they had no ability to resist and could only beg for mercy.
"That woman also begged you for mercy! How did you answer?" Cohen came closer and closer, and his gentle voice echoed in the ears of every mercenary, accompanied by the sad and tragic voice from the distance.
Screaming is like announcing death.
"How did you answer her? Be good, tell me." Cohen continued to move forward and stopped in front of the mercenaries. His smile was very friendly, but it gradually became distorted in the eyes of the mercenaries. They were dripping with cold sweat and their eyes were filled with fear.
With his eyes, he watched helplessly as this god of death approached him. He had no strength to resist, and no courage to escape...
"I, I...we! I, I..."
The mercenary who was stared at by Cohen was trying hard to open his mouth, but the strong fear in his heart made him lose the ability to speak.
"Living is such a painful thing." Cohen smiled: "Let me help you."
Lip couldn't stand it anymore, almost going crazy, and ran out of the tent in a few steps - a spooky sound immediately came from the tent behind him, it was not a scream or a wail, but a weird,
Shaking, wet, intermittent breathing sounds.
Lip covered his ears with his hands, but the sound still came unstoppably, making his heart tremble and making him tremble... He wanted to scream loudly, but he couldn't; he wanted to run away, but he didn't have any strength.
He understood that these people deserved to die, but this way of death was a bit too terrible.
He must put an end to Cohen's behavior. If he continues like this, he will really go crazy. Finally, he found an excuse, although he wanted to let those people escape just a moment ago.
"Master... someone has escaped!" Lip pointed at the cargo ship that was leaving the dock at the dock and shouted: "They have escaped!"
Silently, Cohen appeared beside him, but the next moment he was already standing on the pier - Lip was chasing after him. He was thinking about what tactics Cohen would use to deal with these fleeing people. Without warning, a man fell from the sky.
The huge fireball directly hit the cargo ship.
"Boom!" A loud noise!
The entire cargo ship exploded, and the lives on it were scattered everywhere. The next moment, it became a wreckage floating on the water, burning powerlessly.
"Who!" Cohen became angry, turned around and shouted: "Who is it!"
Scanned by Cohen's eyes, Lip's body was trembling and he couldn't even speak a word.
A gust of wind roared in, kicking up dust all over the sky. Lip was swept away by the wind, and his body involuntarily rotated and retreated outwards. He wanted to shout for help, but was fed a mouthful of sand. He was panicking, and suddenly felt erratic.
As soon as his body stabilized, he turned out to be standing behind Cohen.
Lip's eyes were filled with confusion. Amid the howling wind and dust, Cohen's body remained motionless, and a white patch of white appeared vaguely in the center of the eye of the wind.
The wind and dust slowly dissipated, and a giant white dragon gradually appeared in front of the two of them. The dragon held its head proudly and folded the wings on its back. A pair of bright eyes stared at Cohen, its gaze was calm and profound.
Obviously, Cohen's anger was still lingering. He stepped forward, jumped up, and punched the white dragon on the head. The dragon stretched out its front paws and neutralized Cohen's attacks one by one. Cohen flipped and moved in the air, making violent collisions.
outgoing.
This scene made Lip next to him confused. He expected Cohen to attack the legendary dragon. What he didn't understand was why the boss only used fists, but the white dragon didn't use magic.
Just use one front paw to block. The fight between one person and one dragon was fierce, but the power of the attack was greatly reduced... This was not like the boss's style, and the dragon's performance was completely different from the legendary one.
Lip stared at it without blinking, his head turning rapidly. He knew there must be something weird about this matter. Taking advantage of the time when one person and one dragon were temporarily separated, he shouted "Stop..." and his body "lightened"
He rushed into the field to separate them.
"Young Master, please take a rest, and Dragon Hero, please take a rest too." Lip nodded and bowed around, trying to establish a relationship between one person and one dragon: "Both of you, please calm down. If you have any conflicts, you can sit down and talk about it... As long as you are willing,
We can always reach a consensus, but this is not a good place to discuss things. I know a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters..."
Bailong opened his mouth and blew him far away in one breath. Lip groaned and fell hard on the ground.
Lip staggered up and found that Bai Long had disappeared. The place where he stood before was now a girl in flowing white clothes. She had beautiful features, a tall figure, and a pair of big smart eyes staring at Cohen with a peaceful expression.
Looking at this girl whose face was too pure to be human, Lip opened his mouth like an idiot, unable to make any sound.
"Don't communicate with me mentally! I hate anything entering my head!" Suddenly, Cohen shouted: "Speak, you are not mute!"
The girl in white turned away angrily, kicked away a pebble, and no longer looked at Cohen.
Seeing the behavior of the girl in white, Lip's heart beat wildly - in this world, there are still people who dare to ignore the boss. He simply couldn't imagine the girl's next fate.
Lip has seen too much killing and blood along the way, and he has become kinder than ever before. The appearance of the girl in white has diluted his terrible memories to a great extent. Her eyes are like a clear spring full of magic.
It can wash away the dirt in people's hearts.
He absolutely couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that this girl turned into a blur of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye! She was a dragon, but she fell into the hands of the young master and lost her good fruits...
"Ha, ha..." Lip pushed through all the difficulties in his mind, crawled over using both hands and feet, and summoned up great courage to speak: "Master, please take a rest."
Cohen's eyes did not look at him, and the smart Lip understood that the key person in this matter should be the girl in white.
"This... heroine! I am Lip. Are you here to see my young master? You are so heroic..." Lip finally stood up and poured out his love for the hero to the girl with all his heart.
Admiring him, seeing that the girl showed no resistance, Lip immediately went straight to the topic: "Are you here to see my young master? My young master is young and heroic, majestic and kind-hearted... Of course, his occasional tough attitude is even more so.
An indispensable part of my young master’s infinite charm..."
The girl smiled sweetly, waved her little hand, and a small whirlwind made Lip fall into the river.
"Heroine...please listen to me...my young master..."
When Lip climbed onto the shore dripping wet, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the girl was walking towards Cohen at an unhurried pace, with her hands clasped behind her back. She looked playful and cute, and her back was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Lip let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had successfully disturbed the cold atmosphere between the two.
The girl stood in front of Cohen and raised her chin slightly.
"Every time I look at you, there are always some weirdos around you." She spoke, her voice clear and crisp, like the light of jade.
"Don't come here." Cohen's eyes softened a little, and he was no longer so vicious: "You only saw me twice in total."
"In order to find you, I flew over mountains and valleys, through wind, rain, thunder and lightning." The girl tilted her head: "Is this how you welcome friends from far away?"
"Since you are looking for me, you should know that I am in a bad mood." Cohen still had a cold face, and no one could guess his thoughts from his answer: "I have been hit on the head recently, and
A certain dragon blew up the boat I wanted again."
"I did that, do you want me to compensate?"
"It's best that way."
"Hee..." She pursed her lips and smiled softly. The girl lowered her head and spun around in circles, with snow-white vortexes forming at the corners of her clothes.
"Don't talk about that." When she met Cohen face to face again, the girl's expression was already very solemn: "I'll take you somewhere."
"Not going."
"Reason for not going?"
"Not going my way."
"You know it's not going to go your way before we even say where we're going?" The girl chuckled and insisted on her opinion: "It's a very important thing."
"No matter how important it is, I won't go."
"Well, that would be troublesome." The girl thought for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Although I don't have a good impression of you, can't you be humble to me just once?"
Lip slapped his head from a distance, feeling that the girl was too incompetent to speak... I don't like her, who would be so humble to you?
But unexpectedly, Cohen fell silent and gave in.
High in the sky, a white flying dragon was speeding through the clouds, with a man in black lying on its broad back. The flying dragon was holding something on its front paws - it was Lip who was curled up in a ball.
When the miserable Lip felt that he was about to freeze to death, the flying dragon began to spiral down. After several clear and long calls, the white flying dragon stood steadily in a super square.
Lip stood up tremblingly and saw a circle of people standing in the square. There were more than a hundred men, women, old and young. They all had the same clear eyes as the white dragon girl.
"My friend, you are finally here." A white-haired old man stepped forward and opened his arms to greet Cohen: "I know what happened to you. I am glad that you are okay."
Cohen neither expected nor refused, lazily letting him embrace himself.
"Cheer up, my friend." The old man held onto Cohen's shoulders: "Things will get better."
"Your words have no effect at all, Lei."
Lei smiled heartily, took Cohen's hand, and walked towards the square along a jade-paved road. Seeing the girl in white following behind, Lip hurriedly followed.
When he came to a huge cave entrance, Lei stopped and said to Cohen next to him: "My friend, go in! You should feel honored. You are the first human to enter the dragon cave."
Cohen originally wanted to make a joke, like "the first time" or something like that, but an extremely familiar feeling expanded in the cave... He was stunned, then yelled and ran in!
Lei laughed loudly again and walked in.
Lip looked at the girl in white standing at the entrance of the cave. He never dared to move his feet and sat aside obediently.
"Marshmallow..." Cohen rushed into the cave, his violent voice echoing back and forth in the empty hall: "Get out of here!"
A golden dragon lying on the ground raised its head.
"If you don't come again, we will miss it." The golden dragon said slowly: "Little one."
"Fuck! What are you talking about? Come with me and save people!" Cohen rushed over in a few steps: "My friend, brother! It's that Fichet...fuck! When did you turn into a dragon?"
"Quiet, quiet." Facing the incoherent Cohen, Jin Long had almost no choice but to compare his volume: "Quiet!"
Cohen was stunned.
"The person you are talking about is Fichet Shamai." The golden dragon lowered his voice: "I understand."
"That……"
"You want to resurrect this life."
"yes!"
"Keep all memories in your current body."
"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"
"That's tough, little one."
"It's very difficult! It's very difficult? What does very difficult mean? Are you trying to perfunctory me? Wait, it's very difficult... you mean it's okay?"
Cohen's voice gradually became lower. Since Fichet's collapse, all the pain, regret, and sorrow accumulated in his heart turned into two lines of crystal tears at this moment, slowly falling from his eyes.
"Fichet..." Cohen sat down on the ground in a state of collapse, murmuring: "Yes...it really can be." (To be continued)