Evening in Golden Lion City.
Rumbles and piercing screams penetrated the layers of wind and snow, traveling a great distance.
Inside and outside the palace, lights were ablaze, yet Golden Lion City was completely dark.
In the city, every household kept their doors tightly shut in silence.
People were panic-stricken, children trembling in fear, yet no one dared to make a sound.
What happened over at the palace?
No one knew, and even more, no one had the courage to go and investigate.
Living under the rule of the Golden Lion Corps, they had no rights to do anything.
Even their lives belonged to the Golden Lion Corps, and the only value of their existence was to serve as slaves for the Golden Lions.
No, it seed there was one person who disagreed with this statent?
In the biting cold wind, an Eastern Persian boy dressed in tattered clothes stealthily crossed the street, quietly arriving in front of the palace.
"Bastard!" a piercing scream ca from afar.
The young boy was startled; he had been called that countless tis, but this ti...
The voice that was supposed to be filled with mockery sounded instead sowhat terrified.
The boy hid behind a stone lion statue, peeking out with half a face to look into the distance.
Under the dazzling lights, he saw a tall white figure lifting a Golden Lion giant by the neck, holding him in the air?
"Bastard, bas..." The Golden Lion giant clawed at the hands on his neck, kicking his legs wildly.
Lin Shiwei's gaze was cold, watching the struggling creature in her grasp, only feeling that the other person's language was quite lacking.
Or perhaps, this person had beco accustod to addressing the commoners this way, unable to say anything else.
"Hiss!!!"
A flaming outline suddenly burst out in front of Lin Shiwei.
A pair of flaming sharp claws pierced through the man's chest, shredding his heart.
"Thud!"
Lin Shiwei, expressionless, casually tossed the corpse aside.
Unexpectedly, an excited voice from afar exclaid, "Good, good!!!"
"Hmm?" Lin Shiwei turned her head in surprise.
Behind a stone lion stood a 7 or 8-year-old boy?
Seeing his ragged appearance, Lin Shiwei naturally didn't think that this child was part of the Golden Lion Corps.
And she was certain that the earlier scene was very cruel.
But the problem was, this boy wasn't afraid; instead, he was cheering?
"Ah!" As Lin Shiwei's eyes t his, the boy's face turned pale with fear.
He hurriedly stepped back a few paces, then his legs gave out, and he sat down in the snow.
"Rumble!"
At the sa ti, the palace roof suddenly collapsed, and countless branches spread out.
The splendid palace was utterly destroyed, debris flying everywhere.
"Be careful."
A snow-white crow flying around the palace suddenly dive-bombed, transforming into a human figure.
"Ahhhhh!" the young boy covered his eyes with his hands, curling up in the snow, screaming in terror.
Yet the falling debris did not hit him.
Not only did no stones fall, but even the cold wind subsided a bit.
Slowly, the boy dumbly raised his head.
The figure in his vision was so tall.
She stood before him, her cloak fluttering, shielding him from everything.
Her collar was high, obscuring the lower half of her face.
She wore a hood, hiding the upper half of her visage.
Only her incredibly beautiful eyes were visible, stunning the boy into oblivion.
"Are you okay?" Li ngnan's voice was very gentle.
Unfortunately, this was in the Great Xia language, which the boy could not understand.
He dumbly gazed up at Li ngnan, "Are you the Yue Mountain Lion God, sent to help ?"
The more he spoke, the more fluent his words beca.
His pale face carried a hint of longing.
Though Li ngnan couldn't understand the East Persian language, emotions are universal.
She understood his expression, full of hope, even... even a bit of reverence?
Li ngnan couldn't help being puzzled.
This kind of gaze...
To ordinary people, Demon Tars could indeed be considered "Divine."
For refugees who had suffered enslavent, the powerful Demon Tar who was demolishing the Golden Lion Palace was undoubtedly a Divine being!
"Yue Mountain Lion God, you have heard our prayers." The boy kept murmuring sothing.
Even more at a loss, Li ngnan watched as the boy got up, kneeling before her:
"A year ago, they killed my father.
This afternoon, they took my sister away."
The boy continually wept, his small hands clutching Li ngnan's pant leg, "Yue Mountain Lion God, please help .
Help your people, bring my sister back!
She's in this palace, right here..."
The boy's words abruptly stopped.
In his tear-blurred vision, he saw a collapsed palace.
Pulling himself from the "Yue Mountain Lion God" emotions, the boy finally heard the world's sounds.
The building still crumbled, with waves of pained wails still echoing.
"No, don't!" the boy rose and ran toward the palace.
Quick as a flash, Li ngnan pressed his shoulder down.
"What's going on?" Another figure descended, standing beside the girl, "Where did the boy co from?"
Du Yu inhaled the scene, secretly praising Master Qing's wisdom.
Before the battle began, Yang Qingqing had instructed Li ngnan to fly around the battlefield to prevent any civilians from entering by mistake.
But this city was dead silent, with everyone cowering in their hos, who would dare co to the Golden Lion Corps' stronghold?
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