CHAPTER THREE
The Venom Pill’s Poison
Rapidly turning her body around, a pale face greets her eyes. Using the moonlight to take a good look at the person’s face, she secretly screams out “not good” inside, she really has gotten herself into big trouble.
A well-defined face, prominent facial features, with a taller build compared to the typical men, with the addition of his stiff speech, he is clearly a man of a different race, not to mention he’s wearing a prisoner outfit, the prisoner outfit exposes areas that clearly shows evidence of torture, he is clearly a fugitive. Thinking of the great victory of the wars at the borders, and seeing so many soldiers outside the restaurant just now, Gui Wan had already made a rough guess of his identity, he must be the defeated and captured commander of the Nu Tribe, concluding her thoughts, her heart laments, all the unfortunate matters seems to be happening today.
Ye Li almost have no strength to even hold up the dagger, escaping has already exhausted all his strength, but he cannot fall down now, he preserves his willpower as he only needs to change his clothes. Taking advantage of the dark, there is still the slightest trace of chance to escape the Capital, if it gets to daybreak, everything will be over. Just when he had wanted to take a breath, the youth he has held hostage suddenly turns around, causing him to be unable to react in time.
Kill him. He had just switched to this idea, taking a deep breath, but it is at that moment, he sees the youth’s face.
Has the Lunar God heard his prayers, and so appears before him right now? He wonders.
Under the moonlight, half of the youth’s face is in the light, half of it in the dark. The half that is in line with the light, peerlessly beautiful. The half that is hidden in the dark, peerlessly radiant. The appearance of such innocent face, under the moonlight faintly carries a treacherous charm.
Mind falling into a trance, Ye Li couldn’t bring himself to cut down with the dagger. For generations, people of the Nu Tribe has worshipped the Lunar God and this youngster in front of him, has given him too much of a shock. In this perilous moment, he cannot tell if this is a dream or an illusion. Hardening his heart, he raises the dagger to his wrist, cutting at it, a stream of blood immediately flows out, feeling such biting pain, his mind clears up, and he attentively looks to the youth again.