Chapter 952: Chapter 952 Northwestern Path Chapter 952: Chapter 952 Northwestern Path “Master, I’m scared…”
Lily Jorden refused to get out of the car, hiding in the back seat and crying.
Like a pure white lotus flower, being forcibly thrown into the mud.
She was unwilling, she wanted to resist.
But she was too afraid.
“Master, let go.
My sister disciple, she…”
“Shut up!”
Nine Spirits harshly scolded Christian Martinez, “You?
A man like you, I fear you would be split in half by Julius Reed before you even got close!
Get out!”
“Yes…”
Christian Martinez clenched his fists tightly.
He hated his own incompetence; he hated that he could not slay Julius Reed with a single blow!
Now, all he could do was watch helplessly as his goddess in his heart went…
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“Alas!”
Christian Martinez squatted on the ground, his eyes red.
“Lily Jorden, have you forgotten what I’ve told you?”
Nine Spirits stood at the car door, speaking coldly, “Now go!”
“Master, I…
I’m afraid…”
Lily Jorden shook her head, crying and retreating further into the car.
If an outsider saw this, they would surely feel pity!
But Nine Spirits had long since had a heart as firm as a rock!
She had been cultivating Lily Jorden for so many years just for this day!
“You just need to go over there, attract Julius Reed’s attention, and soone will naturally kill him!”
Nine Spirits said coldly, “Could it be that you have amorous feelings for him, and can’t bear to do it?”
“No!
I wish I could flay him alive!”
Lily Jorden’s eyes were red, her gaze firm as she said, “I’ll go!
Even if I have to perish together with that lecher!”
Having said this, she grabbed her Longsword and pushed open the car door.
She walked with big steps toward the distance.
Her silhouette was utterly resolute.
“Your disciple, so naive to the ways of the world.
What a sha, what a sha!”
Devlin leaned against the car door, lighting a cigarette.
Watching Lily Jorden’s retreating back, he sighed deeply.
“Just a silly, sweet girl, that fool, only fit to be a tool!”
Nine Spirits’s face was filled with disdain, “All these years, I’ve taught her everything but the way of the human heart!”
The human heart, indeed the most unpredictable thing.
And also the most complicated thing.
Lily Jorden was gifted and stunningly beautiful.
But having been confined within the sect for over a decade, the only thing she knew was to obey her master.
“I guess what cos next will certainly be very exciting.”
Devlin took a deep drag from his cigarette, unable to help a cough.
“Let’s just wait and see.”
Nine Spirits looked ahead, her hands tightly clasped together.
…
The northwest path.
Beside the poplar tree.
Two figures on the straight line of the road, getting closer and closer.
The spring breeze rose again, carrying sand across the sky.
Julius Reed gently covered his eyes with a hand, peering through his fingers to see Lily Jorden’s familiar face.
If her father, Ian Jorden, were still alive, would the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance have lost control?
And how could he have lost his mory?
Regrettably, during the rebellion in The North Sea years ago, Ian Jorden died in battle!
Although Julius Reed had pacified The North Sea, there were still fish that slipped through the net.
If that uprising four years ago was really related to The North Sea’s betrayal.
He would personally visit The North Sea and turn it into a dead pool!
The spring wind was strange, just now it was howling with dust and sand.
But now, it stopped.
The newly sprouted leaves of the poplar tree gradually ca to a standstill.
The setting sun stretched their shadows on the road, endlessly long.
“Just a simple, sweet girl.”
Julius Reed smiled faintly, but the smile soon vanished.
No one knew how Lily Jorden had been living over the years.
But it was certain, not well.
As a friend, as a superior, Julius Reed felt he had let down Ian Jorden.
He felt guilty for failing his own loyal guard.
“You’re the one…
who’s just a simple, sweet girl…”
Lily Jorden clenched her teeth, her hands tightly gripping the Longsword.
“They sent you, didn’t they?”
Julius Reed strode forward, standing less than half a ter away from Lily Jorden.
Lily Jorden instinctively backed away but then suddenly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Julius Reed’s head, and kissed him.
“Heh, bashful!”
From a distance, Devlin saw the scene, turning his body away and stubbing out the cigarette butt.
“Still obedient, sowhat beyond my expectations.”
Nine Spirits had an expression of pleasure.
Even a foolish disciple has her monts of clarity.
No man can withstand the temptation of beauty, especially a great beauty like Lily Jorden.
However—
Only the parties involved understood what was really happening.
“You played the misplacent quite well.”
Julius Reed said with a light chuckle.
The two appeared to be kissing, but in reality, they were several dozen centiters apart.
It was just the setting sun’s afterglow and the misplacent that made it look as if they were locked in a kiss.
“The dicine.”
Lily Jorden said softly while on tiptoes, seemingly making a great effort.
“Touch it, and you’ll feel completely weak.”
Julius Reed pretended to pinch her hand with his right hand, applying a sar of ointnt to it.
“A specialty of dicine King Valley, I got it from Karen.
Oh, that ugly monster who barged in that ti at Moon City.”
“Shut up!”
Lily Jorden’s face flushed red at the ntion of Moon City.
It was there that her clothes were disheveled by Julius Reed, and she almost took her own life!
“I’ll figure out a way to cure your poison.”
Julius Reed said sowhat helplessly, “I don’t like owing favors, but your father used his own life to make save you.”
“Thank you.”
Lily Jorden said flatly, “Soone is going to try to kill you in a mont.
A mage from Thunderpeak Hall, Brysen Beaumont.”
“I know.”
Julius Reed nodded, “Be careful.
I might not be able to spare the energy to save you.
Good luck, silly sweet girl.”
“You…
”
Lily Jorden clenched her teeth tightly, her face turning even redder.
She no longer hated Julius Reed.
Inside the Carmichael family’s Western-style building, he had already made clear the mysteries of her birth, of everything about her.
Trust is actually very simple.
Julius Reed could ntion Ian Jorden’s preferences, which Nine Spirits never even brought up.
Lily Jorden was just naive; she wasn’t foolish.
“Farewell.”
She bowed her head, whispering.
“Go on, I’ll back you up!”
Julius Reed smiled faintly and then suddenly drew his Longsword of the Great Week’s Night!
The air seed to be split apart!
Whoosh!
He thrust his sword lightning fast!
Turning around!
And slashing downward!
Clang!
Behind him.
A figure burst forth from the void, brandishing a butcher’s knife with all his might!
The knife clashed with the sword!
A huge sound erupted!
Hum!
The air almost tore apart from the vibration.
“I would have thought Master Beaumont beneath such tactics.”
Julius Reed fiercely pushed, separating the knife from the sword!
Brysen Beaumont stood ten ters in front of him, chuckling, “I never care about worldly opinions.
To kill is to kill; why pretend to be a gentleman?
History is written by the victors.”
Even now, he still had the look of a pig butcher.
If one didn’t know better, it would be hard to connect him with Brysen Beaumont, a figure whose na was known far and wide.
One man, one knife.
One man, one sword.
Their eyes t.
The Northwest road was filled with a deadly aura.
Boom!
Dozens of poplar trees on either side of the highway exploded violently, falling across the road.
Leaves scattered everywhere.
The very first clash of sword and knife had caused such turmoil.
“Before coming here, there were eighteen masters trying to stop from leaving Thunderpeak Temple.”
Brysen Beaumont slowly lifted his butcher’s knife, “But with this knife, I killed all eighteen of them!”
“I very much hope to beco the nineteenth.”
Julius Reed said with a faint smile, “But, you don’t have the ability.”
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
In the sky!
Two afterimages collided violently under the setting sun!
In a mont.
Fire burst into the skies over the Northwest road, making the setting sun seem dim in comparison!
PS: The editor called in the middle of the night, saying that after seeing the readers’ comnts, he forced to write five more chapters.
My mood was great in the wee hours, having drunk three bottles of fake alcohol.
Suddenly feeling my head heavy and dizzy, I was inspired to compose a poem.
“Julius Reed of the Northwest Road to Brysen Beaumont”
Author: Jesse River.
On the Northwest road, the Dragon King appears, with one man and his sword shaking the heavens clear.
From the East cos the Thunder God with his knife, hoping for one defeat to mark his life.
The setting sun casts its light on the dark soil, Thunder God’s blood stains his white garnt’s coil.
The knife cries as trees fall and dust soars, while one sword, Ian Radcliffe, slays thousands more!
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