perfect savior

Chapter 107 The Vengeful Daughter, Returning to Dreams Ends

Under the charcoal-colored ruins, a long stone slab was suddenly pushed open.

Luo Shuna poked his head out tremblingly, and after making sure that there was no one around, he climbed up from the secret passage.

At this time, it was past midnight, and the angry hungry wolf army swept across the city of Majia, killing all the animals.

They don't care whether the city of Majia is framed or whether the people are innocent or not, for the hungry wolves who use the blade to stop the crying of children, killing is enough.

The great majestic city was swallowed up by the extraordinary flames, and soon became ruins. The corpses all over the ground were roasted into coke, and there was no human appearance at all. .

"Fortunately, I have an alchemy double..." Luo Shuna felt grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

He cautiously followed the route in his memory, the Three Caves of the Rabbit, as the lord of the city, Luo Shuna had hidden the teleportation scroll somewhere.

However, just as he passed a collapsed stone pillar, there was a sharp piercing sound from the back of his head, and with a snap, the clothes behind Luo Shuna exploded, and he was kicked down.

He scrambled and turned around, but the willow stick hit his face again, one eyeball was shattered, and the flesh and blood were opened.

"You, you...it's you!"

The purple-haired oiran took the special thin willow stick and licked it with a smile. The fine barbs on it scratched her tongue, and the blood rolled down, mixing with Luo Shuna's.

Pain brought her greater pleasure and sweetened revenge.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The purple-haired oiran kept waving the wicker, adding wounds to Luo Shuna's body.

It wasn't until now that the Consul realized that this beautiful woman had a rather high physical strength, and he was unable to resist at all when he was old and weak.

Yasi kept giving the enemy pain, she didn't scold, but laughed wildly.

Cry and laugh.

On the ruins of a city, the purple-haired oiran poured out her anger.

I don't know when, the young man who was idle also came not far away, silently watching this bloody revenge.

"Come down, why are you always hiding in the tree?" Murog chuckled suddenly.

"I was discovered by you." Lu Yuan jumped down from the tree, her little face was dusty, and a bunch of hair was scorched by the flames.

The girl looked at Murog, then turned her head away, and stared at the mad purple-haired oiran with a sigh:

"What are you going to do next? Are you going to kill me too?"

"Who knows, follow her arrangement... But I think, you, a foreigner, have nothing to do with the incident ten years ago. Since you have been saved from the slaughter of hungry wolves, it means you shouldn't die. God's will?"

"Oh..." The girl was thoughtful, she touched her nose, and wiped off the blood from the whipping:

"It's so cruel, the blood is splashed here, looking at Yasi's appearance, she belongs to the previous consul...?"

"Little daughter." Murog said lightly:
"Ten years ago, under the leadership of the previous consul, the city of Marga rose completely. While bringing huge benefits, it also aroused the greed of some big figures. The previous consul was arrested in the name of [Goddess of Scorn]."

"Luo Shuna is a coward. Because of his cowardice, he decided to kill the consul in Majia, put his family to death, and wiped out the roots."

"And so began a massacre."

"The consul and his family all died on the same day."

"She was naturally beautiful. After being abused by the beasts in turn, she was tied to a horse's leg and ran around Majia City. By the time she died, her skin and muscles had been worn off."

"That day, in the entire Majia City, no one stood up."

"They are afraid of the power of the big man, and they have given up the consul who has worked hard for 30 years to make the big man live a good life."

"But no one thought that she's not dead yet." Murog sneered, watching the bloody revenge in front of him, and applauded happily:
"So, they are the ones who are dead now."

Lu Yuan tilted her head:

"There is a problem...now that Majia City has been killed by the butcher knife, and those young children have not been spared. Ten years ago, they were not even born. Is it really right to do this?"

"Right? Wrong?" Murog began to laugh wildly, his demeanor and movements surprisingly similar to those of the purple-haired oiran:

"Little girl, the so-called revenge means that it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it just seeks pleasure! It's just to pour out the anger in that heart!"

"And..." He slowly calmed down, staring at Yaxi with gentle eyes:
"For me, her will is an irreversible sacred decree. People believe in the Mother Goddess... but I believe in her."

Lu Yuan pursed her lips and stopped talking.

This whipping lasted throughout the night, and when the purple-haired oiran came over with a willow that had been broken in two and was covered in blood, it was dawn.

"Let's go, Murog."

She spoke softly, ignoring Lu Yuan.

"Okay, where to go next."

"We went through the Black Wall Mountain Range and went to the inland. Those big figures were the real masterminds behind the blood feud back then."

"Okay, but we lost a lot of people..."

"Don't worry, I'll add a few more brothers and sisters to you right now."

A gray mist of soul emerged from the purple-haired oiran's skin, and she separated part of it with amazing means.

The divided soul mist looked for a relatively complete corpse and attached it to it.

Soon, five human bodies stood up again.

They have different personalities and abilities, but they have one thing in common.

——They all regard the purple-haired oiran as the most important person.

Yasi and the clones slowly left the ruins.

Since today, a legend has spread in this area.

The legend of the purple-haired vengeful daughter and her loyal followers.

Lu Yuan saw everything in her eyes, she witnessed the miraculous "fog soul division method" and this bloody revenge that happened in the endless past.

With a click, as if a mirror was broken, this dream world ended.

The dream is over.

All of Lu Yuan's "spirits" returned.

He let out a long breath, and kept thinking about the whole process of dividing the misty soul in his mind.

Every detail is clearly visible, and as long as he keeps practicing, he can fully master it.

The savior stood up from the wheelchair and looked at the waves in the distance.

The waves are galloping forward, even if they hit the shore, they leave traces.

Year after year, without interruption, this is the great power of nature.

Lu Yuan knew that because of himself, the earth today has more miraculous power than nature.

This era is far more violent than the waves in front of us.

Next, he will try to split his soul and create avatars with self-awareness, allowing them to temporarily pretend to be high-level members of the temple to pass the growth period of the new blood.

As the sun rises, the sun spreads over the sea, and the clouds are dyed orange red, stretching for hundreds of miles, like a giant open hand, welcoming a new era.

—Extraordinary, times.

(End of this chapter)