The Evil Beauty I Met Chapter 7

Quinn didn't move, his two black eyes like cold stars stared at Marcus.

Marcus showed some doubts and ordered: "...Go quickly."

Quinn still didn't move.

Ethan reacted faster than Marcus: "You didn't protect me well this time, so I won't deduct your candy. This won't happen again."

Marcus: "......"

Quinn asked happily: "Really?"

Ethan confirmed: "Really."

Quinn moved and immediately disappeared in front of Xu Meng and the others.

In a flash, several weak screams were heard from the forest.

After sending Quinn away, Ethan looked at the beast-skin man on the ground, who was only breathing his last breath, and frowned, "Is this man coming for me?"

When only Marcus and Ethan were left, the former showed an unusually pure and innocent expression, with his hands behind his back, as if the mud on the ground had nothing to do with him: "...Yes."

Ethan understood.

If that's the case, then he deserves to die.

After Ethan fell silent, Marcus put away his Shura face and carefully moved to Ethan's side: "Brother...was I a little reckless just now?"

The big wolfdog, who was tearing other people's bones without changing his expression just now, suddenly turned his face into that of a puppy. Seeing this scene, Ethan felt very guilty.

Marcus is a character created by himself. When Ethan first created the character, he wrote a bold stroke, bloodthirsty, irritable, and overbearing, all of which were set by himself as Marcus's nature.

After all, it was still Ethan's fault, so not only was Ethan not afraid of him, but he even felt a slight pain in his conscience.

......I'm sorry, son. It's your father who made you become like this.

Moreover, after living in the wilderness for more than ten years, Marcus must have become accustomed to a life of either you or me. Now that someone has invaded his territory, it is understandable that he would be more ruthless.

Besides, they came to arrest me suddenly, probably because they wanted to use me to deal with Marcus.

If I were caught, my situation would certainly not be much better, and I might even die at their hands.

In addition, being lenient towards enemies who actively come to bully him is inconsistent with Ethan's usual style.

In terms of cruelty, I used the dagger that I originally used to kill Marcus to kill that razor monster yesterday, and my method was not much kind.

However, Ethan could understand it, but the original owner who raised Marcus since childhood certainly could not understand it.

Ethan acted indifferent and kicked the fur man in the face with his toes: "Leave him alive, I'm useful."

Immediately, he walked away from Marcus calmly.

Behind him, the light in Marcus's eyes dimmed, his fingers clenched, and there was deep regret in his eyes.

...If this ba5tard hadn't hugged his senior brother in front of him, he would never have lost control of his emotions and acted so cruelly, ruining his image in his senior brother's eyes.

Marcus silently put away his bad mood, and whistled towards the sky again.

After receiving the summons, the Bone Girl quickly appeared from the bamboo forest on the other side.

She avoided Ethan and walked slowly to Marcus.

Marcus whispered a few words to her, and she replied "yes". Then she lowered her head, picked up the beast-skin man that looked like garbage, and walked into the tower.

During this period, she never made any eye contact with Ethan.

Ethan considerately avoided looking at her, and instead cast his gaze towards the woods where Quinn was clearing the remaining enemies, thinking about his own thoughts.

......Ethan had no plans to assassinate Marcus for the time being, so surviving in the wilderness became Ethan's top priority.

He remembered very clearly that the "consciousness of the world" told him that Marcus and his gang were planning to escape from the wilderness, return to the human world, and cause chaos and seek revenge.

And there are definitely more people like Marcus in the wilderness.

Ethan had no idea about the other branches, where they were located, or how powerful they were.

Most importantly, where is the entrance and exit of this wilderness? And how to escape from it?

Ethan knew that his appearance in the wilderness was too sudden, and it was perfectly reasonable for Noah to suspect that he was a spy. Marcus was willing to take him in and trust him, most likely because he was overwhelmed by the friendship between them.

If I ask Marcus these questions without permission and once he becomes suspicious, I will be the one to be pressed to the ground and have my spine broken piece by piece.

In short, Ethan needed a reliable source of intelligence.

The one in front of us is the source of intelligence that comes to our doorstep. Whether it is reliable or not is another matter, but it is better than nothing.

After the bone girl left, Marcus turned back to Ethan and asked gently, "I planted that forest. Does it look familiar to you, Senior Brother?"

......To be honest, after staring at it for a long time, Ethan did feel that it looked a little familiar.

In the original owner's broken memory, it seemed that there really existed such a fiery redwood forest.

This redwood forest seemed to have triggered a certain point in Ethan's memory. Originally, it was just a fragment of memory the size of a coin, but it gradually enlarged and became clearer over time.

A severe feeling of dizziness suddenly came, instantly paralyzing Ethan's five senses.

Ethan lost his balance and fell backwards.

In a trance, he heard someone calling him "senior brother" in panic, over and over again.

It was as if a sampan emerged from the vast sea of consciousness, and a complete picture appeared in Ethan's mind.

......This was also the first time that Ethan obtained a complete piece of information from the original owner's fragmented memory.

The redwood forests in late autumn dye the entire mountain range with a ripe persimmon red color.

The mountains are continuous and are called Lingqiu. The mountains are like the beautiful eyebrows of a beauty, lined up layer by layer.

At the end of the sky where the clouds gather and the water runs out of water at the flat bank, a little boy is sitting in front of a green rock at the source of the stream, washing his feet.

He casually made a long coat out of reeds, and held a fist-sized, strange-colored fragrant fruit in his hand, nibbling it bite by bite, as if he was chewing an ordinary wild berry.

A wave of spiritual energy came, but the boy remained unmoved. He continued to bury his head and chew slowly.

As the wind blew, two beginner disciples of Yingtianchuan came riding on their magical weapons and landed in front of the boy.

The uniforms of the disciples of Yingtianchuan were the same color, making them easy to identify. The navy blue background, with the gold-plated cloud shoulder and sleeve patterns, was extremely gorgeous and noble.

The reason why they can be identified as beginner disciples is that they all hold a white oak spear in their hands, unlike the advanced disciples of Ying Tianchuan who hold steel spears made of evil pig bones.

Facing the boy, both of them frowned.

One of the taller disciples pointed the tip of his spear at him and asked rudely, "Where did you get the floating jade fruit in your hand?"

The boy wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and pointed to the west.

Another short man said suspiciously, "There is a strange beast in Lingqiu named 'Yong'. The floating jade fruit is its favorite food. This fruit is produced every five years, and there are no more than a hundred of them. 'Yong' regards it as a treasure. If anyone dares to compete with it for it, 'Yong' will definitely suck all the water and blood from his body before he will give up. ... Who are you to compete with 'Yong' for food?"

The boy took a bite of the fruit slowly and said vaguely, "I wanted to eat it, but it wouldn't give it to me, so I snatched it away."

The tall man looked at the boy and found that he had no spirit at all except for his delicate and beautiful appearance like a girl. He looked like an ordinary child. He said with a little contempt: "Oh, you are so arrogant."

The short man poked the taller man's arm, motioning him to look at the boy's feet.

The tall man took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.

Five or six floating jade fruits were strung together by a vine and wrapped around the boy's ankles, swaying back and forth, making the two men jealous.

Seeing this, the tall man immediately softened his attitude: "This young master?"

The boy glanced at them and started chewing the core of the floating jade fruit, sweeping the soft and juicy flesh into his mouth in every detail.

The tall man was not willing to beg this unlucky kid who appeared out of nowhere, but considering their current situation, he could only suppress his anger and said, "......Sir, we are disciples of Ying Tianchuan. I wonder if you have heard of the name 'Ying Tianchuan'?"

The boy remained silent and did not answer.

The short man continued his words, holding his gun and clasping his fists, and said respectfully: "There are four sects of cultivators in the world, and we in Yingtianchuan are one of them. Every two years, we hold a ceremony to worship the East Emperor, and we need all kinds of sacrifices to worship the East Emperor. Later, the ceremony developed into a competition among the four sects. ----- If you can get the most sacrifices within the limited time, you can become a sacrificial officer for the East Emperor; if any junior disciple can get a sacrifice to offer, he will have the opportunity to enter the inner gate and become an inner disciple..."

He pointed at the floating jade fruit on the boy's feet, and a greedy look appeared in his eyes: "There are floating jade fruits needed for sacrifices in Lingqiu Mountain, but my two brothers do not have enough spiritual power and dare not easily set foot on the territory of 'Yong'. This young master, can you share the floating jade fruit you picked with us?"

The boy raised his leg and a floating jade fruit broke away from the vine and fell into his hand.

He wiped the fruit and said in a baby voice, "This fruit is not as delicious as rumored. But I won't give it to you."

The tall and short men frowned at the same time: "Why?"

"I don't like you." The boy took a bite of the floating jade fruit and spoke in a clear voice, with a kind of innocence and arrogance that was not familiar with the world. "I grew up in the mountains since I was a child, and I don't know much about etiquette, but at least I know that if you really want to ask for something, you should kneel down and beg me instead of standing straight in front of me like this."

The two of them turned pale with anger.

"Don't refuse a toast and then drink the wine for punishment!"

The boy ignored them, jumped off the green rock, and walked forward on the water.

In just a moment, a gun sparkled, and with a clang, it hit the boy's neck.

The boy was not afraid at all when the spear was pointed at him. His beautiful peach-shaped eyes swept over the two of them with a bit of contempt: "This is my fruit. I don't want to give it to you."

The tall man who stopped him with a gun refused to listen and ordered the short man, "Go and get his fruit."

The short man bent down and pretended to pick it.

The boy pursed his lips and smiled, pinching his fingers to feel the wrinkles.

There was a flash of red cinnabar light at the corner of his eye, and the cinnabar mole on his forehead also flickered.

There was a rustling sound beneath the mantle, as if countless strange snakes were swimming beneath it. The loose soil on the ground also began to bounce up and down, as if some monster would break out of the ground at any time.

The short man stumbled, and thrust his white oak spear deep into the soil before he regained his balance. He said in panic, "...Is it 'Yong' coming?"

The tall man gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up! Take the floating jade fruit and we'll leave!"

The short man stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he heard a whistling sound of spiritual power in the air, and a three-inch flying knife burning with fire came through the air, nailed the short man's sleeve, and actually carried his body straight into the air, nailing him to a nearby redwood tree!

The boy was startled, and his index finger and thumb, which were tightly pressed together, immediately separated, and the red light at the corners of his eyes and forehead also dissipated.

He looked around, searching for the owner of the flying knife.

The short man was pinned down and couldn't move. He panicked and slapped the flames on his sleeves. The tall man immediately withdrew his spear and pointed it into the void: "Who? Which ba5tard..."

Before he could utter the word "egg", he was pierced in the sleeve by a three-inch flying knife. His body flew into the air and hit the trunk of another redwood tree. The spear in his hand rolled down and fell into the creek beside the boy.

The tall and short man tried their best to free their sleeves from the flying knives, but the spiritual power was so tightly stitched between their sleeves and the tree trunk that they couldn't even tear their sleeves to get away.

The tall man suppressed his fear and asked sternly, "Who?"

The end of his voice trembled uncontrollably.

After a while, a dissolute and mocking voice came from the top of the dense forest: "...I am your conscience. You haven't talked to me for a long time. I am very sad."

The tall man was so panicked that he yelled, "Who's playing tricks over there? Get out of here if you have the guts! Stop doing this!"

Before the mischievous man rolled out, dozens of three-inch flying knives flashing with spiritual light shot out from the woods, stabbed into the tree trunks, and used the blades to outline the two men's bodies in great detail.

Just as the tall and short men were trembling with fear, a white shadow slowly descended from the woods with a clanging sound.

The man came with empty hands, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, a black hat with curling clouds, and his long hair was simply tied up with a light blue headband. He tiptoed lightly and landed in front of the gurgling stream.

The man had a hexagonal bell tied on his wrist, and that was the source of the jingling sound.

The tall and short men who were just shocked and angry were even more frightened when they saw the appearance of the person coming: "...Xu...Senior Brother Xu?"

The boy stood in the stream curiously, looking up at the young and handsome man.

The young man, whom the two men called "Senior Brother Xu", walked slowly to the stream, stretched out his right hand, turned his palm upside down, clenched and retracted, and the blades that the two brothers had nailed into ornaments flew back into his hand. The blades changed shape and turned into a bamboo bone fan.

He waved the fan twice with a smile in his eyes.

The curiosity in the boy's eyes grew stronger.

The two brothers, tall and short, fell from the tree to the ground, their clothes torn and their faces ashen.

The short man's sleeve was scorched by the flames. He covered it with his hands and said hastily, "Brother Xu, please don't misunderstand me. We just saw that the boy had floating jade fruit on him, so we wanted to ask him for it..."

The young man walked to the side of the boy, looked down, and happened to see the floating jade fruits strung with vines on his ankles.

Perhaps it was because the young man was too handsome, the boy felt a little shy when he was looked at by him and subconsciously hid his feet behind his back.

The young man raised his eyebrows when he saw the precious fruits that were casually strung together.

He boldly and casually touched the boy's soft hair, patted it, and asked the tall and short men, "I want to ask you, is this child '颙'?"

The corners of the boy's lips twitched, but he managed to endure the discomfort of being touched on the head and didn't move.

Neither the tall nor the short man dared to breathe.

The young man patiently asked again: "I'm asking you, is this '颙'?"

The tall man replied in a weak voice: "No..."

The young man flicked his coat tail in a frivolous manner, let go of the boy, waded across the stream, walked to the tall and short men, bent down and questioned: "He is not a '颙', why do you care about him? Once it is in his hands, it is his property. You are pointing a gun at his neck to demand it? Let me ask you, is this 'demanding' or robbing?"

The short guy was about to cry: "Yes, it was a robbery..."

The young man's face froze, and he slammed his fan shut, then used the handle of the fan to hit the two disciples on the head, scolding them: "Robbery, robbing. Robbing other people's things, you are so promising, is this what Noah taught you?"