The joy in He Rourou's heart could not be described with words.
Master!
The master that she had been searching for for more than a month had appeared in front of her just like that.
Although he looked ordinary.
But He Rourou knew that this was her master.
Her master of spirit and flesh.
He was also the master that she missed day and night.
The smell of her master... would not lie.
The contract that was placed in the dark would not lie either!
She trembled like a plant that had been dry for a long time encountering rain. Every inch of her skin was in excitement!
… …
Ling Ping'an frowned and looked at the woman in front of him.
His eyes were filled with vigilance.
"Miss..." he slowly took a step back, "Do we know each other?"
Although he had never met a woman who called him 'master' as soon as she appeared.
But...
He had never eaten pork before, but he had seen a pig run.
Although Ling Ping'an was a bad student, he knew that there was no love or hate in this world for no reason. He also understood the principle of being courteous for no reason.
Therefore, all these years, he had never fallen into the trap of capital.
Even after playing in the canyon for so long, he had never recharged a single cent.
This was enough to show his vigilance.
Now, a woman who looked well-dressed suddenly ran in front of him and called him 'master'.
His first reaction was: Were girls nowadays so open-minded?
His second reaction immediately followed: There was a trap! The situation was tense! Bullshit!
At the same time, terms that he had seen many times in the news and television dramas appeared in his mind.
Immortal game...
Fraud?
Trap?
… …
He Rourou raised her head, and a trace of panic appeared on her delicate and charming face.
Her master's words were like sharp blades that stabbed into her heart.
It was also like a warning bell that woke her up from her unrealistic fantasies.
That day in the nightmare world, the cold words of the light-winged feathered man rang in her ears again.
"Sign it!" The light-winged feathered man's cold voice appeared again, "Sign your humble and insignificant true name under this sacred contract!"
"Get a chance to dedicate your laughably weak and simple souls to my master!"
"Countless worlds, endless universes!"
"This is something that many gods yearn for but cannot obtain!"
… …
She lowered her head. Indeed...
She was indeed not the great master's slave.
She was just a pitiful worm who was trying her best to fight for the position of a servant!
She …
Too weak, too weak!
She …
Too lowly, too insignificant!
"Yes..." He Rourou thought to herself, "How can a lowly and insignificant mortal like me... be qualified?"
You want to be a slave and serve your great master?
She was far from qualified!
At best, he was just an ant that was lucky enough to obtain a qualification and was allowed to compete for it.
How fortunate!
There was actually such an opportunity!
How sorrowful!
He wanted to be a slave but couldn't!!!
But …
He Rourou raised her head and looked up at her master's face.
That holy and mighty face!
She wanted to remember it firmly!
And for the rest of his life, he worked hard to see her again!
The Rose of Lion City would never admit defeat!
She swore that she would definitely win that opportunity!
For Master!
And for himself!
Because she had a premonition in her heart.
Only by becoming the master's slave could she be truly eternal!
In this world, this was the only thing that could be considered a true career.
Thus, He Rourou straightened her body.
Only the master's slave had the right to bow and worship him.
An ant... was not worthy!
"Yes..." she said half-self-deprecatingly and half-fawningly, "Young Master, we really don't know each other..."
How could an ant without qualifications be worthy of calling him 'master'?
She remembered the words of the light-winged feathered man.
"How can a lowly and insignificant ignorant human serve my master?!"
"Even if you have the chance to obtain the right to serve and protect my master, this is also a humiliation and trampling on us!"
Such a great honor was not something that anyone could obtain.
And the person who obtained it?
He would swear to defend and protect his supreme honor to the death.
Any ant that trampled on this honor?
They would be regarded as blasphemy by those existences.
Blasphemy against my master?
The long halberd of the light-winged feathered man had already set an example that day.
A light halberd?
Shattering the body of Zheng Jiajia, who was at least a major, and tearing her soul apart?
Sending her into eternal destruction!
And He Rourou, who was determined to become one of them, naturally swore to protect this honor to the death.
She chuckled, and her vocal cords trembled.
"Then..." she looked at the ant that she had already subdued, "Young Master, can you leave this person to me to deal with?"
She was working hard!
Working hard to fight for it?
Working hard to gain recognition, working hard to let her 'master' see her.
This was one of the few precious opportunities for an ant like her.
It could even be called a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After this village, she might never have this shop again.
But more than that...
He Rourou's thoughts?
She wanted to hear a few more holy words from her master...
She wanted to remember them firmly.
As a consolation for herself?
It could also be used as a spur when she was lazy.
… …
Ling Ping'an felt his scalp tingle.
"As expected, the martial world is dangerous!" He thought.
This woman?
She changed her face in an instant. She could be said to be an artist!
She was the master just now, and now she was a young master and a concubine?
So dangerous! So dangerous!
As expected, I am quick-witted!
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an quickly carried his pet and walked forward quickly. Coincidentally, the online taxi he booked had arrived.
He ran over, opened the car door, and sat in it.
The driver turned around and asked with a smile, "The customer with the ending number XXXX?"
Ling Ping'an nodded. The driver started the car and drove away from the danger zone.
Ling Ping'an sat in the back seat and turned around to take a peek.
Then, he patted his chest and said to the kitten in his arms, "Little Darling, brother is quick-witted, right?"
Meow!
The little guy meowed softly, agreeing with his master.
Ling Ping'an chuckled, "As expected, Master Xinfeng is right!"
"Boys must protect themselves when they go out!"
… …
She watched her master get into the car.
He Rourou turned around and looked at the playboy who had been subdued by her with a frosty face.
Killing intent was boiling on her face!
If the master was humiliated, the subject would die!
This was the simplest logic!
Therefore, although her master did not answer her at all, nor did he give any instructions.
However, she, who considered herself as her master's servant, had long since secretly wanted to kill him.
Moreover, she even found a good reason for herself. How could there be filth in front of her master?
The ancient emperors did not see blood before the throne.
Because that was unlucky.
And a great existence like her master was naturally far superior to the ancient mortal emperors.
"You..."
He Rourou looked at him, "Do you have any last words?"
The other party opened his mouth and his entire body trembled. The stench in his crotch was overwhelming.
Obviously, he had been destroyed by fear.
He Rourou turned a blind eye to it.
"Forget it..."
"An ant-like beast... do you need any last words?"
"After I kill you... I'll kill your entire family!"
When He Rourou was in Samboja, she had already been stained with blood.
Inside and outside Lion City, her true name was: Queen of Asura!
A seductive woman who crawled out of the blood pool.
A heartless beauty who had returned from hell!
Cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots was something she often did.
The other party trembled and tears flowed out of his nose. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he could not say a word.
He Rourou gently raised her hand.
"Hmm?" She frowned.
Ding!
A zither sound was heard.
Her spell was interrupted.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the general floating in the air, holding a small five-stringed zither.
"Enough!" The elegant and easy-going general landed on the ground and casually untied the restrictions on the young master who was restrained and controlled.
"Miss He, he has already received enough punishment!"
"Let's stop here!" Song Shihui said expressionlessly, but he was actually extremely afraid in his heart.
Although he did not know what kind of relationship this woman from Lion City had with that person.
However, he knew that if he interfered with that person's affairs in the think tank's deduction, it was very likely that he would think that he was' disrespecting his elders'.
Once that was the case, great terror and great taboo would probably appear on him, or even on this land!
But...
Song Shihui had to come!
Because this was related to his heart! It was even more related to his Dao heart!
He was a general of the Blackguard and a member of the Federal Empire's Transcendent being Affairs Council.
He remembered the oath he swore to the Constitution of the Empire and the martyrs of the Blackguard on the first day he took office.
"I am the guardian of the people!"
"I am the strong shield of the country!"
"I swear that I will defend the law!"
"I swear that I will protect the weak!"
"I swear that I will uphold justice!"
"Today, tomorrow, and every day!"
"If one day, I can't keep this oath..."
"I will take off my black clothes... I will return the glory..."
He also remembered the words on Gao Zongle's stone tablet in front of the Blackguard headquarters.
If the use of strength was not restricted, it would lead to the exploitation of the weak by the strong!
These were things that he had already sworn to defend with his life.
So, even if he knew that there might be danger.
Even if he knew that there might be taboos or even ominous things happening to him.
But he had to come.
If he didn't come, he would have violated his oath and betrayed his own heart. He would have suffered for the rest of his life!
If he didn't come, he would have let down the martyrs he once worshipped.
Those heroes who persevered in the face of extreme suffering!
Those martyrs who had sacrificed their lives for the people and the country!
Those heroic spirits who had used their lives to protect him, his family, and the entire country!
He had let down his ancestors even more.
For the rest of his life, he would regret his cowardice today.
And live in regret and torture!
His thoughts could not be smooth, and his heart could not be stretched.
Alive, he was just a living dead!
So he came.
Because there were things in this world that were more terrifying than death.
Fortunately...
That person was indeed reasonable...
Or rather, he had recognized him!
So, the terrifying taboo that he had expected did not happen, and the ominous curse did not descend.
That made Song Shihui heave a sigh of relief.
But his back was already drenched!
"General..." He Rourou looked at Song Shihui. She naturally recognized this general.
At today's memorial ceremony, he was standing at the front.
It was only at this moment that she finally knew the origin of this general!
The chief of the Federal Empire's Southern Zhou Blackguard, the six-fingered zither demon, Song Shihui!
One of the top experts of the Federal Empire!
But...
She didn't back down!
Because she couldn't back down.
"Please don't meddle in other people's business!" Although she was only at the colonel level and was like an ant in front of this person, He Rourou didn't dare to back down.
Because if the master was humiliated, the servant would die!
She knew that if she backed down because of a slightly stronger ant, she would be doomed.
Then, she would never be recognized.
Even if her master didn't mind, she didn't have the face to fight for the honor of her master's servant.
"Miss He!" After Song Shihui confirmed that person's attitude, he relaxed. He smiled and said, "This is the Federal Empire! You are also a citizen of the Empire! "
"Please abide by the law!"
He looked at the trembling playboy. "Although this person has offended that person... but he doesn't deserve to die!"
"And he has already learned his lesson!"
"But he must die!" He Rourou said.
"No!" Song Shihui was still afraid of He Rourou's relationship with that person.
He couldn't be sure of that person's attitude.
He had been beside her just now and witnessed everything.
From the beginning to the end, he had seen everything clearly.
He guessed that this Lion City Rose might have also gone to that bookstore and even 'bought' some knowledge from that person?
So...
Song Shihui still didn't make a move directly. He gave this young lady from Lion City some face.
"He didn't break the law..."
"As a general of the Blackguard, I have to protect his safety. This is my duty!"
"Miss He!" Song Shihui's clothes fluttered without any wind. "Please don't make things difficult for me!"
He Rourou's eyes widened in anger.
Of course, she knew that she couldn't be this general's match.
Even if there were ten thousand of her, she wouldn't be able to do it.
Every general of the Blackguard was a human-shaped war machine.
One person could plough over a medium-sized country!
In front of such a strong person, numbers were meaningless.
No one could stop them except for the general and the gods.
But she was still stubborn!
Because compared to humiliation and death.
She was more afraid of being abandoned!
Her soul and flesh had long belonged to her master.
For her master, she could sacrifice everything!
But...
Beside her ear, a rustling sound rang out.
That was her master's servant sending a voice transmission.
He Rourou's expression changed a little.
She turned around and glared fiercely at the playboy.
Then, she left.
Until she sat in her car, He Rourou was sweating profusely.
Facing a general, even if she was determined to die, fear attacked her heart after she heaved a sigh of relief.
"How can I be so bold?" She asked herself.
But then, she gently caressed her face and body.
"Master..."
"Master..." she panted.
She recalled the appearance and voice of her master that she had tried her best to remember.
But...
She raised her head.
Her memory was blurred.
Her master's appearance was blurred.
Her master's voice was also blurred!
She lowered her head in frustration. "As expected... I'm too lowly... Master doesn't even want me to remember his appearance!"
However...
Soon, she became excited.
She gently bowed the air in front of her.
That was the smell of her master...
It was left behind after close contact.
"Master..." He Rourou was extremely excited. "Is this a little encouragement from you to me... your lowly and insignificant maidservant?"
She held it carefully.
It was like a treasure, like a life.
She felt this little taste. This was a supreme gift and honor.
Her body softened like water.
"Master..." in the luxury car, the extremely beautiful and alluring body slowly twisted.
… …
Song Shihui gently raised his hand and injected a stream of psionic power into the body of the ugly playboy on the ground, stabilizing his mind so that he would not collapse and go crazy.
The other party quickly regained consciousness and screamed.
"Shut up!" Song Shihui berated coldly.
The other party immediately shut up.
"You..." Song Shihui looked down at him. "Remember it next time!"
He didn't know if this playboy was lucky or not? Or unlucky.
To be able to live after offending that person...
The blessings accumulated by his ancestors were probably exhausted on him, and he still owed a lot.
And offending that person was a great misfortune in itself!
Fortunately...
He was, after all, a tsundere.
A tsundere person was also proud.
Therefore, he did not take such an ant and a clown to heart!
Otherwise...
Song Shihui understood that even if he was here, this guy would have long been turned into pieces.
In fact, just like the snake demon, he was deformed to death by the crazily distorted power.
He was even haunted by a terrifying curse, and his children and grandchildren were tortured endlessly.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui shook his head.
In fact, he also hated such a playboy.
But...
The Blackguard was a law enforcer.
Law enforcers could have likes and dislikes, but they could not bring them to work.
Because if the law enforcers acted based on likes and dislikes.
Then the law would lose its fairness.
An unfair law, no matter how strict the terms and perfect the logic, was destined to be an evil law and a violent law.
Therefore, Song Shihui picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, a staff member came and carried the clown away.
He would be sent to the Blackguard's correction center to receive psychological and behavioral correction.
To prevent him from being attacked by evil.
To prevent his life from being ruined.
"I hope he can learn his lesson this time..."
"In the future, be more careful... and be... a good person!"
Song Shihui muttered to himself. Of course, he knew that this was only his beautiful hope.
In fact, in the cases of the Blackguard, there were many similar playboys who were sent to the correction center. Not only did they not learn their lesson after being discharged from the hospital, but they also repeated the same mistakes.
According to statistics, the probability of people who were sent out of the correction center committing the same mistake again was as high as 70%!
This was the so-called "a leopard cannot change its spots"!
Fortunately, there were still 30% of people who turned over a new leaf.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui's figure disappeared from the parking lot.
At the same time, the cordon of the cemetery was lifted.
The people in the cemetery could come out.
But when they came out, many people had puzzled faces. They did not know what had just happened at the entrance of this cemetery.
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