Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 10
Two men stopped the person one after the other.

"Little guy, let brother take off your hat."

The small figure didn't move at all, its silent eyes seemed to be looking at the dead, and the voice said softly, "Get lost."

The tall and thin man stretched out his dirty and black hand: "What a big tone, when you get into the prison car, just wait and cry."

Before he finished speaking, the ugly hand came to an abrupt stop, and he stared into frightened eyes, the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze.

His body fell straight backwards, he was out of breath, and the sharp icicles pierced his heart.

If the ice is pulled out, there will be blood splashing.

There was a dead silence in an instant, and the eerie and strange atmosphere was like a harbinger of death.

"She, she is, an illusionist?" Hei Hu was shocked and panicked.

Ice can be transformed into icicles without making a move. It can be seen that this child's illusion skills are advanced, at least reaching the second level, and they are just warriors without illusion power. Facing such strong people, they have no strength to contend with.

"Quick, run!" The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately turned around and ran away.

However, before he could take a few steps, the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into ice, which accurately pierced his heart, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

Heihu's legs trembled in fright, and he moved his legs with difficulty to escape, but the end was the same.

The three corpses were lying in the alley, and the ice slowly melted under the body temperature, flowing all over the ground, and the smell of blood spread.

There were no ripples in her eyes, she lifted the corner of her too long robe, walked around the blood on the ground, and continued walking.

Her steps are graceful and calm, and she is surrounded by noble and Qinghua, as if there is a touch of ice and snow between her brows that cannot be melted away.

The young man realized from the shock that he had seen many dead people in the prison car. What frightened him was this strange child. Her eyes were silent and dark, and her pupils were like a bottomless pool.

She walked up to the boy, holding a sharp icicle in her hand, aimed at the boy's heart.

"You, are you going to kill me?" The boy's face was ashen, and he no longer expected to survive.

"Hmm." It was still a toneless voice, and it was necessary to cut grass and roots.

"Then you kill me." The boy closed his eyes in despair.

"Who are you?" Bingling pressed against the boy's heart.

The boy opened his eyes, and the chill from the ice made him shiver.

"I am a slave." He said the most humble status.

"Be my slave, are you willing?" The ice in her hand almost pierced his thin clothes.

The stabbing pain from the young man's heart was the threat of death, which made him fearful and irresistible, he could only obey.

Such a terrifying person, he doesn't know what he will face in the future, but there seems to be no difference between living and dying.

Finally, he knelt down on both knees, bowed his head and said, "Master, I am willing."

"What's your name?" The icicle in her hand turned into water vapor and disappeared.

"Master, I don't have a name." The boy said humbly.

"It's called Yechen."

"Thank you, master, for giving me the name." The boy's gray eyes were a little surprised, does he have a name?
The black cloak moved slightly, and she was already far away.

Ye Chen got up quickly, endured the pain in his body, and followed behind her.

(End of this chapter)