The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"Are you—are you so casual about your own death?"

"No!"

In front of those eyes that were as clear as a deep lake, Lorenzo screamed in horror:

"I can't die! I can't die!"

"Can't die?"

Mu En smiled: "Look around, everyone is dead, including your confidant, just now he begged me to let him go, saying that he has a sister or something, Mr. Lorenzo, please tell me why You can't die?"

"I don't have eternal life yet, I haven't got the eternal life promised by God, how can I die!"

The desire to survive finally overcame the fear, and Lorenzo's stiff body moved again.

He turned and fled.

escape!

To escape!

I still have money!

I still have a relationship!

I can hide myself, even the duke can't find me!

I want to live forever!

I have done so many things, isn't it just for the eternal life promised by the Lord?

However, he only came in time to take one step.

The whole world seemed to be falling down. He saw the ground and rushed towards him.

He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

He felt the pain, the pain in his ankle.

Looking back in horror, he found that the sole of his foot had been neatly cut off from the ankle.

The blood was flowing and mixed into the pool of blood, just like the severed limbs splashed just now, no one could tell whose it was.

"No, I can't die yet!"

He crawled forward, using both hands, crawling like a mangy dog.

Mu En didn't chase, and let him crawl forward.

Let his blood flow continuously.

He turned around and came to the woman whose name he didn't even know.

She is still alive.

But it was not far from death.

Mu En carefully turned her over and held her in her arms.

Then, overwhelmed.

Just like the stranger who invited him to cheat all the time said before, he can only be regarded as an aristocratic son looking for excitement, completely unprofessional.

He carried neither healing potions nor healing magic.

He could only watch helplessly as the life force of the girl in his arms drained away bit by bit.

Maybe it's useless to wear it, such a serious injury has already reached the point where even the gods can't recover.

Mu En was silent for a moment, then took out her handkerchief, and wiped off the blood on the woman's face bit by bit.

But as he wiped, his hands gradually trembled.

Because when the heavy makeup was wiped off and the faint freckles that symbolized youth were revealed, he realized that the one in his arms could not be considered a woman.

She's just a girl.

"Oh shit."

Mu En suddenly felt that something was tearing his heart a little bit. When he felt it carefully, he found that it was endless self-blame and regret.

Just because of his superfluous kindness, he actually killed an innocent girl!

If I had known earlier, he should have kicked her out by yelling at him when he was there.

At least, she's still alive, isn't she?

"gentlemen?"

At this time, Mu En heard the sound as thin as a mosquito, very slight, and only when she got so close could she hear it clearly.

"I'm here."

Mu En thought for a while, her voice returned to her previous disguise, and she said it again:

"I'm here."

The girl smiled reassuringly. Mu En didn't know if that was considered a smile, but she saw the corner of her mouth slightly raised: "As expected...it's you."

"Um……"

Mu En replied, but didn't know what to say.

"Sir... am I... white now?" the girl asked softly.

"White."

Mu En's heart twitched, and she nodded vigorously: "Very white."

"Sir... do you like it?"

"like."

"Is that so...Actually...Compared to being a teacher...I hope...to hear Mr....say this sentence...even if...it's just a lie..."

"I am so happy……"

The girl spoke intermittently, and could feel her breathing becoming weaker and weaker.

But she is still smiling, no longer the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows, her facial features are all stretched out.

Like a budding epiphyllum.

In a flash.

fleeting.

"You...don't say any more, let me think about it, and think about whether there is any way to save you."

Mu En felt that her breathing began to become disordered, and her mind was also in a mess.

Countless thoughts emerged like a tide, and receded like a tide, leaving nothing behind.

He remembered that Gu Long's painstaking efforts contained powerful vitality, but as soon as he took it out, he found that the terrifying coercion almost crushed the girl, and he could only take it back in embarrassment.

He thought of Heishu, but Heishu ignored his call at all.

He even thought of the flame of the Blight King, but this flame represented pure death to everyone but him.

After working for a long time, he still found that he couldn't do anything.

The son of the Duke, the top student in the academy, and the last disciple of Teacher Meera, he can't do anything.

He can't even save a fucking girl!

"Can you tell me your name?"

In the end, Mu En could only ask softly in a panic.

"..."

He saw the girl's lips move.

"what?"

Mu En moved closer.

"My name is...Eliza"

"..."

Mu En felt that the girl in her arms suddenly became extremely soft, like a cloud that was about to float up.

The world became quiet, and even the chirping of insects disappeared.

The girl's hand hangs down feebly, and there is no more sound.

Her body gradually became cold.

Mu En was silent, and gently put the girl down.

He took out a relatively thick coat and covered the girl.

In this way, even if you go to a place where there is no sun, it will not be cold.

Mu En got up and once again clenched the pure white dagger.

It was as if he had grasped the most real power and power in the world.

He lowered his head, looked at the dagger, and murmured softly.

"Seeing how white you are, I actually want to name you Bai Jie or something. It's nice and interesting."

The dagger hummed softly, as if the living creatures within were expressing their dissatisfaction.

"Since you don't like it, change your name."

Mu En's gaze finally glanced at the girl lying quietly on the ground, like a girl who was asleep:

"Eliza... Bai, I'll call you Elizabeth from now on, like a princess."

Mu En laughed at herself and said, "Hehe, giving you this name, I always feel ashamed to copy my two-dimensional wife and go to fight, but forgive me, that girl has to save something."

The living spirit continued to hum, but this time, it expressed joy.

Like the last stroke of a painting, like a giant dragon being dotted with eyes, this outstanding work by the great magister Meera is completely complete here.

In Mu En's hands, she will show the most terrifying edge.

"Elizabeth, you must remind me often."

Mu En stepped forward, following the two spreading bloodstains, towards the depths of the darkness.

"The words "son of the duke" are nothing compared to the fate I have to face."

Elizabeth groaned softly, as if responding.

[WEB] 93. The Lord has mercy

"I can't die!"

"I can't die!"

"I haven't got the eternal life I want, how can I die!"

Lorenzo crawled through the dark streets like a mangy dog ​​with broken legs.

His leg was indeed broken, and blood continued to flow from the smooth cut, drawing two straight bloodstains behind him.

If he could get his feet back at this moment, he might be able to connect them with magic, but he didn't even dare to turn his head back. He was just driven by fear, moving forward and forward again.

Many images popped up in his mind.

the people he killed.

people who died because of him.

People who want him dead.

These people were all standing in the flames, holding out their hands to him with hatred on their faces, as if they wanted to drag him into the bottomless hell together.

"Go away! Go away!"

Lorenzo waved his hands in horror, sweeping those pictures away from his eyes.