Chapter 8
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There was a faint light that made people's hearts skip a beat.
Ye Yunlan instinctively took half a step back and suddenly reached out to open the window.
The window was wide open, and a figure stood in the dark.
Ye Yunlan finally saw that the person who peeped at him was not a wolf or a dog, but a pale and thin young man.
The young man had long eyes and thin lips. His hair hung loosely on both sides of his cheeks. He clearly had a sinister appearance, but he was handsome with a hint of ruthlessness. It could even make people overlook the shabby clothes he was wearing.
After being discovered by Ye Yunlan, the young man did not show any fear. Instead, he raised his head and stared at Ye Yunlan.
His figure was clearly reflected in those wolf-like eyes.
Ye Yunlan frowned and was about to speak when he heard the young man call out to him in a hoarse voice.
"… Immortal."
5. Flower Hunt
Immortal. Ye Yunlan chewed on this word.
This name was a bit strange for him.
In his previous life, he was accused of killing his fellow disciples. Everyone called him a traitor and a shameless person. Later, he was refined into a cauldron and sent to the Demon Gate. People called him the Demon Lord's lackey and the scum of the Celestial Gate. Until he mastered his swordsmanship, no one dared to point at him and curse him. However, behind his back, people still secretly called him "Ghost Rakshasa."
Rakshasa was an evil spirit. According to legend, male rakshasas were extremely ugly and liked to eat people. They were hated by the world.
No one had ever called him "Immortal Monarch" before.
… No. Ye Yunlan suddenly remembered that there were some.
In his previous life, when he was burned by the Divine Fire, he was used to wearing black clothes to cover it. However, the Demon Lord liked him wearing white. When he played with him, he would often ask him in a low and hoarse voice, "Immortal, are you happy?"
However, these ambiguous words of love between the two of them were ultimately not valid.
Ye Yunlan stood in the room and looked down at the young man. After a while, he finally said, "You sneaked in here in the middle of the night and peeped at my window. What do you want?"
"I have a question." The young man seemed to be a man of few words. His voice was hoarse and he spoke very slowly. "I want … Immortal to answer."
To be able to bypass He Lan Ze's restrictions without being triggered and stand in front of his window in the middle of the night just to ask him a question?
Ye Yunlan didn't really believe him. She frowned and said, "Ask away."
The youth raised his head to look at him. That face was clearly handsome with a malicious aura. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with a kind of pure and focused expectation. He asked, "Immortal Monarch … why did you save me before?"
Save him?
Ye Yunlan recalled that when the Divine Fire in the Mystic Realm had gone out of control, he had indeed saved many people when he left. The young man might have been one of them.
Thus, he said indifferently, "There's no need for a reason to save someone."
The young man pursed his lips and stared at him for a while. Suddenly, he said, "Immortal Monarch, you're lying."
Ye Yunlan frowned. She then heard the young man mutter, "Who would casually save someone … and risk their own life?" The youth paused for a moment before saying hoarsely, "When the Immortal Monarch's blood fell on my body … it was so hot."
Ye Yunlan was stunned. "… It's you."
He had indeed saved many people in the Mystic Realm, but only one of them had been injured.
It was the young man he had caught a glimpse of when he was about to leave the secret realm.
He recalled the scene at that time.
In the blazing fire, the young man had fallen into a pool of blood. He was clearly seriously injured, but he still used his hands to crawl forward with difficulty. His five fingers dug into the ground and dripped with blood, dragging a long trail of blood on his body.
As if sensing his gaze, the young man suddenly turned his head to look at him.
His face was covered in blood and mud. His eyes were dark and lifeless. There was no hope or pleading. There was only the reflection of the blood-red flames in the sky.
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