Xie Lian was right to force it. No, no, no! Really no one, not a single person!

As if hearing the roar in his heart, Bai Wuxiang smiled, stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the black sword, and said: "But it doesn't matter. If they don't help you, I will help you."

After saying that, he exerted a little force, raised his hand, and pulled the black sword out of Xie Lian’s abdomen. With a "clang" sound, he threw it beside Xie Lian.

Then, the white figure in the rain laughed softly, and disappeared as if it had accomplished its mission and was leaving the rest to Xie Lian alone.

After pulling out the black sword, Xie Lian's wound was exposed, and the rain hit him, and the pain that had long been numb spread again. This was the only thing he could still feel clearly at this moment.

There was a sound of footsteps, as if someone was rushing in the rain. However, Xie Lian no longer cared about the situation like before.

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He sat up slowly, but just as he stood up, he heard a scream of "Ah!!!" and a person fell heavily beside him.

The man was carrying a large basket of things and a rain hat. Probably because the rain was too heavy, he didn’t see clearly that there was a person in a pothole on the road. When Xie Lian got close to him, he suddenly sat up and realized it. In addition, the man ran very fast and braked very hard, so he fell very hard. He fell on the side of the human-shaped pothole where Xie Lian was lying, and he started to curse on the spot: "Fuck your mother!!!"

The bamboo hat flew off, and the basket on his back also overturned, spilling the white rice all over the ground. The man sat on the ground and yelled in frustration, slapping his hand, and the mud and rice on the ground splashed all over Xie Lian's face. He was furious, jumped three feet high, pointed at Xie Lian's nose and said, "What the hell?! I worked so hard to earn some money to buy some rice, and it's all gone just like that. I've been unlucky for several lifetimes! Pay me back! Don't play dead, pay me back!!!"

Xie Lian didn't even notice him, and didn't intend to pay attention. But the man was relentless, grabbing Xie Lian by the front of his collar and asking, "Do you want to die? I'm asking you."

Xie Lian said coldly, “Yes.”

The man spat, "If you want to die, why don't you just go away and die quietly by yourself? You're blocking other people's way in the middle of the road. You can't die peacefully. You're so immoral!!!"

Xie Lian let him grab his collar and shake it wildly, his face expressionless and extremely numb.

Curse, curse. It doesn't matter, just curse as you like.

Anyway, it won't be long before they all disappear.

It's about to fall.

The man grabbed the unresponsive Xie Lian and demanded compensation. When he refused, he scolded him profusely, but still not satisfied. After pushing and shoving for a long time, he finally picked up his hat from the ground and put it on, then walked away cursing. Xie Lian was thrown back into the pit by him with a "bang". Gradually, he heard a noisy sound that was louder than the sound of rain.

Those were the screams of thousands of undead souls trapped in the black sword.

As the stars sank slowly to the west, they howled like mad in Xie Lian’s mind, cheering for the coming freedom and revenge.

Xie Lian raised a hand and covered his face.

Just as he stretched out his other hand tremblingly to grab the black sword on the ground, he suddenly discovered something strange.

The rain seems to have stopped.

wrong.

It wasn't that the rain had stopped, it was that something was covering his head, blocking the heavy rain for him!

Xie Lian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up, only to see a man squatting in front of him, putting his own hat on his head.

...It was actually the person who had just yelled at him!

He glared at the other person, and the other person glared at him back, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? What, are you really going to die after I scold you?" He spat and said, "Isn't it unlucky to look so sad?"

“…”

The man had just revealed his vicious side, but now he seemed to feel guilty when he recalled it. He muttered a few words and defended himself, "Alright, alright, it's my fault just now. But you deserved to scold me, because who made you sick? Besides, who hasn't been scolded before?"

Xie Lian’s eyes widened, unable to speak.

The man said impatiently, "Okay, okay, it's my bad luck. I don't want you to pay for the rice. What are you still doing lying here? You are a grown-up, not a child. Are you waiting for your parents to pull you up? Get up, get up, get up."

He urged, pulling and dragging Xie Lian to his feet, slapped him hard on the back twice, and said, “Stand up and go home quickly!”

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Xie Lian was dragged out of this human pit like this, and was nearly knocked to the ground by those two slaps. He was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, the man had already left.

Only the straw hat was still on his head, reminding him that he had been pulled out just now and it was not an illusion.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Wuxiang appeared behind him again.

This time, he didn't smile, and his tone wasn't as relaxed. Instead, he seemed to be slightly unhappy and uneasy. He asked, "What are you doing?"

The rain was still pouring down, and Xie Lian was wearing a hat given to him by someone else. Although it was already soaked through, at least his head and face were not wet.

However, his cheeks were still wet.

Seeing that Xie Lian did not answer him, Bai Wuxiang said in a deep voice: “It’s about to fall, pick up your sword, otherwise, you know what will happen.”

Xie Lian didn’t even turn his head and said softly, “Fuck you.”

Bai Wuxiang's tone was a little chilly, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Xie Lian turned to him and said calmly, “Didn’t you hear clearly? Then I’ll say it again.”

Suddenly, he kicked out with all his might, and Bai Wuxiang flew back several feet with such a thunderous kick!

After landing on the ground, Xie Lian covered his wound with one hand and pointed in the direction where Bai Wuxiang flew with the other. He cursed at the top of his voice, “Fuck you!!! Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?! I’m the Crown Prince!!!”

Two lines of tears were already streaming down his face.

One person. Just one person.

Really, just one person is enough!