Lu Zhiyu locked the door of the clinic that had been renovated. He was ready to open for business the next day. He would also recruit assistants and clerks for the pharmacy shop, and then train medical apprentices. On the way home, the sky was getting dark. It was snowing heavily. It was already late winter. Snowflakes danced in the air, covering the ground and the entire city in white.
When he passed by a few shops, the owners would greet Lu Zhiyu. After a few days of familiarizing himself with the place, Lu Zhiyu had slowly begun to blend in. Lu Zhiyu wore a navy blue windbreaker made from tanned fur. To the people of Ayer, he looked exotic. Many people recognized him when he passed by.
When he passed by the residential area, he could hear the sounds of orc families and hear their laughter. The lights were on, forming the most beautiful scenery of the night.
When Lu Zhiyu arrived home and opened the door, his ears suddenly twitched. He looked to the corner of the alley and saw a figure lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He was dead, but in his arms was a baby. The baby seemed to be crying because of the cold weather.
Lu Zhiyu frowned. He turned around, pushed open the door, and returned home. With a wave of his hand, lights and firewood in the fireplace were immediately lit. Light and warmth filled the entire living room, insulating it from the cold and snowy outside.
Lu Zhiyu sat for a while, drank a cup of coffee, and looked out of the window. Finally, he stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the yard. The dark alley was filled with a thick layer of blood. The bodies were also covered with a thick layer of frost, and the blood on the ground was frozen into ice crystals.
The deceased was a member of the Goat Race. He was tall and strong, and one of the horns on his forehead was broken off. There were seven or eight wounds on his body, some caused by arrows, and some caused by swords. He had endured such injuries to come here before dying. It had to be said that he was a tough guy.
Lu Zhiyu looked at the bundle in his arms. He opened it with his fingers and saw a baby with golden hair and animal ears. He looked very cute, and his face was red from the cold.
"Fever?"
Lu Zhiyu picked up the swaddle and gently brushed his fingers across it. He immediately used the healing spell on the baby. Immediately, the redness on the baby's skin slowly faded, and the baby's cries quieted down. The baby stared at Lu Zhiyu with its big eyes and started laughing.
Lu Zhiyu smirked and looked at the baby. "Troublesome, troublesome little guy."
At that moment, a dozen shadows quickly crossed the street. Two of them suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley and looked at Lu Zhiyu. The two of them immediately stopped. Along with the dozen shadows around them, they quickly received the message and moved between the rooftops and the alley. They surrounded Lu Zhiyu from all sides and on the rooftops.
Each of these people wore loose black cloaks. Underneath the cloaks were leather armor and long swords. Although the hood covered their faces, one could vaguely tell that they belonged to an orc werewolf tribe.
A werewolf with a scar on his face walked up to Lu Zhiyu. He looked at him and said in Sophocles, "A human? How could a human be here? "
After a moment of doubt, the werewolf's eyes flashed fiercely and he fiercely said, "Kill him and take back the child in his hands."
Everyone moved at the same time. They unsheathed their swords, and several figures descended from the sky. They came from different angles and blocked all of Lu Zhiyu's escape routes. In terms of technique and teamwork, this was definitely not an ordinary team of soldiers.
"Buzz!"
Lu Zhiyu raised his head and looked at the werewolf. The werewolf suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis and death enveloping him. He had a bad feeling. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a faint wave of light emanating from Lu Zhiyu's body and instantly enveloped the entire city of Ayer.
Suddenly, more than half of Ayer was frozen. It was as if all of space and time had stopped working. Even the heavy snowflakes falling from the sky were frozen in mid-air. Wherever the circle of light passed, everyone stopped what they were doing. They couldn't even use their consciousness.
The assassins who were attacking Lu Zhiyu were all frozen in mid-air. The swords in their hands were only a few centimeters away from Lu Zhiyu. They were so close, but they couldn't move at all. The smiles on the faces of the other werewolves froze as well. The scarred man only had time to show his shock before he realized that his consciousness and body were no longer under his control.
Within the city of Ayer, families who were about to have dinner gathered together, still maintaining their smiles. The owner of the shop, who was just about to close, placed his hand on the door. A few guards in the tavern raised their wine glasses high. The servants of the city lord's mansion were running through the corridors. The quill in Elias' hand had not fallen yet, and the ink was still floating in mid-air.
Everything within a few kilometers was synchronized by the dream realm and was under Lu Zhiyu's control. Not even a tiny fly could escape Lu Zhiyu's supervision and control.
"One, two, three, four … Twelve!"
Every time Lu Zhiyu called out a number, a figure would be ignited by a white light, from the bottom to the top. It was like glass being crushed under high pressure, instantly turning into crystal powder. When Lu Zhiyu called out twelve, he saw Scarface die instantly, without leaving any trace.
"Only twelve?"
Lu Zhiyu checked and found that only the people in front of him had come. There was no one else in Ayer. He immediately retracted the dream realm, and the light shrunk back into Lu Zhiyu's body. The snowflakes fell again. Everyone went back to work, enjoying their dinner, going home, busying themselves, and the city returned to normal.
He picked up the lion baby and lifted her up. She kept giggling, as if she was very happy to see Lu Zhiyu. She didn't notice the danger she had just been in and forgot that there was someone beside her to protect her until she died.
"Look at you, still laughing. You're so heartless and troublesome."
The baby didn't know what Lu Zhiyu was talking about. She only thought that Lu Zhiyu was holding her up was very funny, so she laughed loudly again. Lu Zhiyu didn't know why, but he laughed along with her. He then took the baby into his arms and checked the body at his feet. Other than a badge and a long sword, there was nothing else worth paying attention to.
Both the badge and the long sword had the mark of a lion. Lu Zhiyu looked at it and immediately recalled the origin of the mark. He stood up and waved his hand to erase the traces of the corpse with the Great Disjunction, then turned around and returned home with the child in his arms.
Apart from Lu Zhiyu, there was one more person in the house. Although it was just a child, it made people feel like a normal person and a home.
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