I want to go home!
Xu Xiaoshou wept silently in his heart.
He yearned for freedom too desperately.
But reality was always so painfully bare.
No one could truly live the life they wanted.
At this stage, while he was still not strong enough, passivity would forever be the Xu clan's byword! What a cursed fate!
Xu Xiaoshou mocked himself softly. He did not give up, raising his eyes as he said, "You said you wouldn't force me to make a choice."
The Storyteller, listening from the side, could not help but laugh. He opened his mouth to speak.
The Masked Man raised a hand to stop him and said calmly, "I have never broken my word to anyone. But Wen Ming, think carefully. Do you truly still want to run?"
"Huh?"
The Storyteller immediately grew anxious.
This was a young man he had paid a great price for and still had not managed to capture.
Did Brother mean to let him go? "No!"
"He's mine!"
The Storyteller fiercely defended his sovereignty.
The Masked Man turned and glared at him.
The latter's outstretched neck shrank back, and he obediently fell silent.
Damn it...
Couldn't he even hold out for three sentences? Wen Ming is mine, ahhh!!!
Xu Xiaoshou ignored the fellow and merely looked at the Masked Man, saying resolutely, "That's right. I don't want to go with you."
"Do you have a way out?" the Masked Man asked in return.
"I do."
"Where?"
Xu Xiaoshou twisted around and looked behind him.
"The heavens are vast, the earth is wide—where could I not make my home?"
"You truly think so?" The Masked Man pressed forward step by step.
"What else?"
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head. "If I really went with you, wouldn't that be truly sinking into a quagmire? I