Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 1684: First Encounter III

Chapter 1684: First Encounter III

The young man lowered his head, looking at the lifeless body on the ground. With wide eyes, he

silently stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky. Traces of struggle and despair remained on his

face.

In the depths of his devilish eyes, there seems to be something wanting to overflow.

Life... turns out to be such a fragile thing.

He vaguely sensed that he seemed to have lost something at the moment of killing this person.

But thinking about the little thing behind him, if "he" dies, there will never be a second one again.

Almost at the moment when this thought intruded into his mind, the emotions in the young man's eyes

disappeared without a trace.

With the bloodstained knife in his hand, he moved past the lifeless body on the ground, resolutely

advancing towards the next person. The four bodies of the patrolling guards fell to the ground, Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

splattering the snow with a spray of crimson.

"No one was alarmed."

The boy arrived in front of the largest tent and looked at the people who had fallen all over the ground.

At this time, it is the best opportunity to leave with that child.

However...

These people are just drunk, they will soon wake up.

Once they were caught and captured by them, whether it was him or the child, their fate would be

sealed without a doubt.

The knife in the young boy's hand, dripping with blood, seemed to tremble slightly.

A few seconds later, suddenly it stabilized again.

The boy lifted his feet and walked into the tent.

The blizzard that had already stopped suddenly grew bigger again in this moment.

A strong smell of blood emanated from the tent, accompanied by the howling wind outside, as if ghosts

were celebrating and cheering for something in the icy snow.

The Grim Reaper descends upon the drunken dream, silently reaping one life after another.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy walked all the way.

The sound of a severed windpipe, intertwined with the howling of the blizzard, silently vanished into an

unknown corner, away from the knowledge of others.

Finally, someone was awakened by the overwhelming smell of blood.

The man opened his eyes with a start and was just about to speak when he saw the young boy

standing before him, looking down from above.

The young man with black clothes and black hair, terrifyingly pale complexion, fingers without a trace of

blood color, was holding a gun and aiming it at his face.

The man froze for a moment.

He raised his hands and stared into the young man's dark, chaotic eyes, trembling as he spoke, "I'll let

you go, spare me..."

The man begged for mercy while secretly reaching for the gun hidden on his body, "I have a wife and

children to support, please don't kill me..."

And at the moment when he was about to draw out his gun--

The young man in front of me suddenly pulled the trigger.

With a "bang" sound--

The man had a hole in his forehead and his eyes were wide open, completely frozen in place.

The sound of gunfire startled the people who were still alive inside the tent.

Startled awake in the corner, a woman covered in dirt and grime, her eyes fell upon the lone figure of a

black-clad young man, the gun in his hand, and the scattered bodies strewn across the ground...

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly panicked and crazily dodged backwards while holding her

head, screaming "Devil! Devil!"

In the chaos of the boy's eyes, there seemed to be a burst of hostility for a moment, and he suddenly

turned his head and stared at the woman.

The woman looked into his eyes, trembling with fear, "The devil killed everyone!! Don't come near me!

Don't come near me!!"

The boy tightly grasped the gun in his hand, with delicate corners of his eyes that seemed to be red

enough to ooze blood.

He slowly aimed the gun at the woman in the corner.

"The woman's screams and cries were almost tearing the sky apart, 'The devil killed someone... The

devil killed everyone...'"

The boy's fingers involuntarily tightened as he was about to pull the trigger. Suddenly, he saw a small

figure stumbling towards him through the blizzard, struggling to run on the ground not far away.

The snow was heavy, and "he" was really too small. His figure was blown around by the strong wind,

as if he could be swept up into the sky at any moment.

The boy stared at the small thing that ran towards him with determination and difficulty, facing the

storm. In his chest, there was a certain uncontrollable resentment that suddenly paused.

He walked step by step to the outside of the tent, looked at that little thing, and after falling down

several times, he finally succeeded in running over.

The boy's clothes, shoes, face, and even his hair were stained with blood, and his whole body emitted

a nauseating bloody smell.

He had expected the delicate little thing to recoil from him in disgust and spew hateful words his way...

But he hadn't anticipated the little guy diving straight into his arms, whining in a petulant voice, "I'm

gonna get blown away by the wind! Why aren't you holding me?"

The young man's stiff fingers twitched as if he wanted to do something but ultimately did nothing.

The soft and squishy little ball continued to snuggle up against him. "You're such an incompetent

bodyguard. When my parents find us, I'll tell them that you bullied me..."

The young man lowered his gaze at the small troublemaker who was quick to cry foul. Something

inexplicable stirred within him and then settled down just as quickly.

He looked at the tiny creature before him.

Whether it was because of its youth or naivety or simply pure foolishness, this little thing didn't seem

bothered by the bloody stench clinging onto him at all.

In those clear baby blue eyes lay a reflection of what he must look like now - like an evil demon

appearing in one of the cleanest and purest places on earth.

After several seconds of silence, he asked, "Why did you come running over here?"

The little guy tilted its head back, revealing two teary orbs. "I heard someone screaming 'devil.' Was it

about you?"

"I came over here to help beat her up!"

"You're my bodyguard; no one can bully you!"

"You're a boy; don't bully girls!"

"It's okay; I'll help you bully her!"

Little one picked up a stick from the ground and grumbled, "Hold her down for me, and I'll beat her up!"

The boy stared at the small figure burning at his feet for a while before holding her back from running

into the tent. His voice was low as he said, "Wait here for me." He then crouched down to pat the little

one's head and added, "I'll take you away soon."

Facing the innocent gaze of little one, the boy turned around and walked back into the tent. A great fire

erupted in the midst of a snowstorm. The raging flames spread far and wide until they consumed all evil

that had bloomed on this snowy land.

Amidst towering flames stood a tiny figure under bright light gazing with big black eyes at the boy who

was walking towards her step by step through fire.

The boy stopped in front of her and wrapped a piece of clothing tightly around her before picking her up

to move forward.

Behind them, women continued to scream curses in fear as they watched their world burn but this time;

however, he did not turn back.

With little one cradled in his arms amidst towering flames against fierce snowstorms; he walked further

away from it all till they were out of sight.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity; daylight broke ahead illuminating their path forward.