Just as Hu Liena was about to mentally conjure up a forbidden love story of about 800 words...
far away.
Wang Xiaoming moved swiftly, pulling Dong'er into his arms and grabbing one of her hands behind her back.
"You don't want your hands anymore, do you?"
He stared sharply at the cloaked figure behind him and said in a stern voice.
Just now.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little awkward.
Dong'er's words sounded just like a confession of love.
Wang Xiaoming originally wanted to take Dong'er to a quiet place to test whether their feelings had changed.
A pale, withered hand suddenly reached out from behind Dong'er!
Wang Xiaoming then subconsciously pulled Dong'er closer to his arms.
However, Wang Dong'er, who was nestled in Wang Xiaoming's arms, instinctively hugged him back and squinted her eyes happily.
It's clear that her brother still has feelings for her.
Zhu Meiyu also realized what was happening.
She was so engrossed in enjoying her master's gossip that she completely forgot to be on guard about her surroundings...
She even doubted whether she could be a qualified security captain.
Thinking of this, she quickly stepped forward.
Who are you? What do you want?
However, the cloaked figure completely ignored Zhu Meiyu's meaning.
Instead, after being caught by Wang Xiaoming, a grin spread across his face beneath the cloak.
"Hehe... this is it..."
"What?" Wang Xiaoming looked at the lunatic with suspicion.
"This is the taste..."
The cloaked figure reached out his other hand, grasped Wang Xiaoming's hand, and began to caress and stroke it incessantly.
Wang Xiaoming and Zhu Meiyu were both stunned, their mouths slightly agape.
For a moment, I even forgot to pull my hand away.
Holy crap, there's a pervert!
Wang Xiaoming's expression instantly changed from shock to disgust.
Damn it, this bastard's target is actually me!?
Wang Xiaoming broke free, grabbed the man's hand, and squeezed it hard.
With a snap, Wang Xiaoming instantly crushed the cloaked man's wrist, causing him to let out a painful groan.
Wang Xiaoming, carrying Dong'er in his arms, quickly took a few steps back.
Stay away from that perverted guy.
The cloaked figure clutched his wrist in pain and slowly knelt down on the ground.
"Hmm... hehe... it's okay, I'm fine..."
After a few breaths, he seemed to have forgotten the pain and looked up at Wang Xiaoming.
Wang Xiaoming could now see the face beneath the cloak.
His skin was deathly pale, his cheekbones were sunken, and he looked like he hadn't eaten for months, a mere skeleton.
But then he opened his mouth and laughed, revealing his shark teeth.
This doesn't look like a normal person at all.
He knelt on the ground and moved two more times toward Wang Xiaoming.
He reached out his hand, trembling.
"M-Master... don't go, let me have a couple of puffs... even just one..."
Wang Xiaoming: "???"
His face immediately darkened.
"If you dare say another word, I'll send you to the dragon whip baboon's lair and make sure you die a horrible death."
After savoring the intoxicating taste of the food in Wang Xiaoming's arms, Wang Dong'er turned to look at the person who had attacked them.
She was also confused at this point.
How could anyone like her brother's scent?
But she can't accept this guy.
However, the man didn't seem to care about Wang Xiaoming's threat at all, his eyes still fixed on Wang Xiaoming.
"My lord, just one sip, I'll take one... After that, you can do whatever you want with me!"
This fanatical attitude.
Wang Xiaoming's lips twitched at the sight.
He wouldn't even date someone this ugly, would he?
He was now thoroughly disgusted by this guy.
" Meiyu, take care of him."
After saying that, Wang Xiaoming quickly took a few steps back.
Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was about to leave, the man on the ground suddenly panicked and stretched out his intact hand to grab Wang Xiaoming.
"No, sir, don't go!"
"Hmph, you pervert... you're asking for it!"
Zhu Meiyu's expression turned serious. She decisively broke the man's arms and then used her pressure to force him to the ground.
The man screamed and struggled frantically in pain.
Zhu Meiyu was worried that this guy would kill her if he resisted.
Because of this sudden conflict.
The surrounding crowd immediately scattered.
Some of the bolder people came closer to take a look at the person on the ground, then gasped and backed away.
"This... this guy has sharp fangs... he's Fallen Soul Master!!"
"Ah!!!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately panicked, quickly distancing themselves from those around them, fearing that a Fallen Soul Master might be among them.
Seeing the disgusted looks in the crowd, the man seemed to regain a sliver of his senses.
He immediately buried his face in the ground and shook his head frantically.
"No, I didn't, I didn't..."
Fallen Soul Master?!
Hu Liena, mingling in the crowd, suddenly caught sight of this sensitive word.
She came here hoping to get to know Wang Dong'er and Wang Xiaoming.
Unexpectedly... there was an unexpected discovery.
Isn't the mission objective to Fallen Soul Master?
These guys are so arrogant that they dare to show up directly in the city.
To prevent the crowd from causing a disturbance, Zhu Meiyu immediately unleashed her full Soul Emperor aura.
"Quiet!"
A furious shout rang out, and everyone present instantly felt immense pressure, stopping in their tracks and falling silent.
Wang Xiaoming nodded to Zhu Meiyu.
Then, he looked at the person who had initially shouted that the guy on the ground was Fallen Soul Master.
He was a man in his thirties or forties, wearing a vest that revealed his bronze skin.
"Uncle, why do you say this guy is Fallen Soul Master?" Wang Xiaoming asked, puzzled.
The man broke out in a cold sweat from fear.
He glanced at Zhu Meiyu, and only then did he feel slightly relieved.
"Young master, you are unaware of this... Recently, many Fallen Soul Master have appeared near our Wind Salt City."
"Those guys who appeared at the beginning were all low-level Soul Master who weren't doing too well in the area."
"I don't know why, but those guys have suddenly become very dangerous; they've already caused several deaths in the city."
"The most distinctive feature of these guys is that they are very white-skinned and have a mouthful of sharp teeth!"
Hu Liena nodded.
This is roughly in line with the intelligence they possess.
In her opinion, if there were too many Fallen Soul Master in the city, then everyone on the street should have their mouths opened and examined.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoming became even more puzzled.
"With the Spirit Hall around, how dare those guys be so arrogant?"
Upon hearing this, the man sighed.
" The Spirit Hall is powerful, but those evil cultivators have become too strong too quickly."
It hasn't even been a month, and it seems like someone even more powerful than the Bishop of the Spirit Hall in Wind Salt City has appeared.
They're not afraid of the Spirit Hall at all...
" The Spirit Hall is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Those guys are just not active during the day anymore. Although they don't show up, people are still going missing in the city every day."