Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Eleven Who Survived
As the battle subsided, the smoke and dust floating in the air gradually fell. Hassan struggled to get up from a pile of ruins in the distance, and was relieved to see the young man who was held in his arms by a figure as brilliant as a galaxy.
The watermelon pounced on the massive corpse that had been nailed to the ground. It wasn't until this time that Yue Xian reacted, and all this was over.
With just one shot, the monster that had once made him desperate was killed. Looking at the ruins around him, the boy couldn't help but shudder.
This is the most exaggerated battle I have encountered so far, and it is not of the same magnitude as before, let alone fighting in a building, because I don't know how many buildings collapsed in the battle, not to mention the last shot of the master craftsman, even the earth was torn apart.
"Thank you."
"If the Master dies, I'll be very troubled." Like caring for his younger brother, Skaha gently stroked Yue Xian's messy hair, and his fingers like mutton fat jade swept across the skin that had been burned by the explosion, and said gently:
"It's been a hard time, take a good rest, and leave it to me next."
"How is this?"
With a hint of coolness, the green and slender index finger pressed against the young man's lips.
"I'm not the type to spoil others all the time, at least let me do my job as a servant for now."
It was a voice so gentle that Yue Xian was about to cry. is obviously an eighteen-year-old adult, and he is still in the arms of the master like a child.
The floral fragrance of tulips fills the nasal cavity of teenagers, and it is a very pleasant smell.
This was Yue Xian's last thought before he fell asleep.
Because of the excessive consumption of mana, the boy slept in a semi-comatose state for a whole day.
When he got up from the bed after enduring the weakness caused by the detachment, looking at the starry sky that was still night, the boy became a little confused.
"Ah, you're finally awake."
Just when the boy was distracted, there was a sound of surprise in the corner of the room, because there was no light, the boy did not notice that there were other people in the room at first, and at this time he was startled by the cold voice.
In the dark night, the boy tried to see the other person in the room clearly with the help of the dim light, and now he calmed down before he reacted, since the master was there, then if the other party had other purposes, it was impossible to go to his room.
And now that I think about it, the voice with surprise just now was unexpectedly pleasant. If you sing some soft old style music, it should be very good.
And just when the young man was thinking nonsense, the other party came forward by himself. Even in the dimness, Yue Xian could say with certainty that it was a face so beautiful that most women were jealous.
The long black hair was draped down the fragrant shoulders like an ink painting.