He was injured, lost blood, and lost his eyes. All kinds of defects destined that Black Dragon could not appear in front of others, let alone leave Soul Soul City safely as he hoped.

He wrapped himself in the clothes and cloak he had taken from the dead body, hiding his whole body in it, not daring to let anyone see it.

Those empty eyes will be his biggest flaw.

The young man avoided the gaze from the side and continued deeper into the alley.

It's just that his luck seems to be very bad. Even though he was careful enough, he still attracted the attention of some people.

"That person in front of you, stop!"

The city guard suddenly shouted loudly, and the young man under the black robe pursed his lips tightly and refused to stop.

His current tragic situation is so obvious that almost anyone can guess his identity just by looking at him. He managed to escape with great difficulty, and he must not be captured just like that!

Thinking this way, his feet also moved faster. The feet that had their nails removed were still aching, and there was even blood overflowing from them as he ran so fast.

His actions immediately alerted the guards who were already suspicious of him. When the captain said "chase", everyone quickly followed him.

After all, the young man was injured, and he still couldn't see clearly. The guards were all tall and strong, and they quickly followed the figure into the alley.

Seeing the group of people behind him getting closer and closer, the footsteps seemed to be in his ears, and cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead.

Fortunately, this alley was a good place that he had been exploring for a long time. It was full of twists and turns, making it extremely convenient for him to hide. After narrowly escaping capture from the people behind him several times, the captain became angry.

He left behind his colleagues, stepped lightly, and arrived at the young man's side almost instantly. Feeling the airflow, the young man gritted his teeth and continued to quicken his pace, escaping into another alley.

This was the entrance to an alley, and there were three forked roads in front of him. The young man's consciousness vaguely made out the rough outline. He had just chosen a path, and had only taken one step in when a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and pulled him away.

Just dragged it in!

The guard was not slow either. The boy disappeared one second and caught up with him the next.

The back figure that was right in front of him disappeared. The guard thought it was the man who had quickened his pace, so he followed the same path that the man had disappeared from before.

While he was searching for people, he did not forget to leave clues for his men. After waiting for a while, more than a dozen people followed the traces left by the captain and found them, and then hurriedly left.

"Okay, they're leaving."

The chaotic footsteps gradually disappeared, and the entire alley became quiet again.

When the young man heard these words, he suddenly began to breathe heavily, venting the depression in his chest.

His consciousness outlined a figure for him in the darkness. He tried hard to see the figure clearly, but he could only barely recognize that it was a woman.

And, just when he raised his eyes to observe the other party, the other party also lowered his eyes and looked at him.

This is the residence that Sang Ying temporarily rented a few days ago. At this time, she is really lucky that the several small worlds in her old age are all connected, and the currency used is naturally Lingshi.

In the Tibetan underworld where auras are mixed, clean spiritual stones are extremely popular. So after Sang Ying spent a lot of money to rent the yard, the landlord here treated her so well that it was incredible.

This time the guards also came to search her yard. Originally, because she was a stranger, she should have been searched a few more times, but because the homeowner and her family came forward to vouch for it, Sang Ying passed the test quickly.

.

That's why she dared to save the child at this time.

The little boy lowered his head and leaned in the corner of the yard, breathing heavily. His face was covered by a wide hood, only a small mouth was exposed, and he was breathing hard.

Probably because he was too tired, this man's lips were a bit white.

Because this was an absolutely painful past, Sang Ying never took the initiative to ask Jiang Zhuoxue. She only knew from his brief self-deprecation that the young man who lost everything finally escaped from Soul City.

As for how much hardship he endured and how many sins he suffered, Sang Ying couldn't guess at all.

Fortunately, this time, he was not the only one to bear all this.

"Finally found you, Jiang Zhuoxue." She looked at the young man and met his empty eyes.

…

The house is filled with the faint aroma of spiritual tea, which is the precious tea that Sang Ying has found in the fairy world over the years. She can't say that she likes this thing, but drinking it from time to time is very helpful in clearing the spiritual energy in the body.

Sang Ying placed a cup of hot tea in front of the boy: "Try it, it should taste good."

The person in front of him wrapped himself in a robe and did not even dare to expose his hands. It seemed that this was the only way to make him feel safe.

"I told you, I'm not Jiang Zhuoxue. You've found the wrong person." He didn't move the cup of tea, his whole body exuding resistance to Sang Ying.

"Okay." Sang Ying nodded, "Then what's your name?"

The boy didn't speak. In his memory, he had no name, only a ranking.

He is No. 342, the 342nd member of the exiled Black Dragon Clan.

They are the sinners of the Dragon Clan, and they are also existences abandoned by the upper world. Especially after he made a mistake, even the title of "sinner" was taken back, and he became a complete genocide.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He lowered his voice.

This person came to find a person named "Jiang Zhuoxue". That was not him. The young man knew very well that he did not have such a nice name.

However, this person still has some similarities with him. After all, his mother's surname is indeed Jiang. In his early years, he also had the idea of ​​giving himself a name and following his mother's surname.

However, before that, his father took him back to the upper world. Then he became the number 342 of the Black Dragon Clan.

"Since you are so unwilling to talk to me, I simply won't ask. It's just that there are people arresting you outside. Now they have just come to search my house a few times, and it is still safe for the time being. If you have nowhere to go

, you can stay for now.”

After saying these words, Sang Ying ignored the young man. Instead, she put a bottle of medicine on the table and silently entered her room.

The warm interior was bright and clean, and it was countless times more comfortable than the dark prison he had stayed in before.

After being silent for a long time, he finally couldn't stand the thirst in his throat, so he picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm and fragrant spiritual tea flowed throughout his body with a comfortable spiritual energy, which relieved his ever-present pain for a moment.

But the moment passed quickly, and when the pain spread again, he suddenly felt resentful towards Sang Ying, because if it hadn't been for her, he could have continued to endure the pain.

After another moment, he reached out his hand and grabbed the small medicine bottle on the table.

She gave this to me voluntarily, only a fool would refuse a good thing!

The young man persuaded himself in this way, completely unaware that Sang Ying's door had quietly opened a small crack, and all his movements were caught in sight.

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