C265 Pastries(2)

Yao Xue was stunned and widened her eyes in shock. She seemed to have realized something as well.

Heavens, she saw this man start talking in a language that she had never spoken before. Could it be that she was really from China?

It was just that her face was disfigured and she was unable to recognize her appearance. However, she had a pair of eyes that were the same as this man and they were all black.

However, she did not really care about these things. So what if she thought about it? She was already like this, so what if she returned to her family? She would only make them sympathize with her, right?

After a long time, she shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

He sighed, seeming to be somewhat disappointed. He waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

Yao Xue turned around and left the tent step by step. The moment she stepped into the tent, her legs went weak and she almost fell down.

Only God knew how much courage was needed to face the devil.

From that day on, she became Chu Yihan's maid. He often called her to sing and he never did anything to her.

If it wasn't for the war, perhaps he could be considered a gentleman who would keep his word.

At night, Yao Xue sat outside the tent as usual and looked up at the sky full of stars.

It seemed that this was the only way she could see her family and love her usual happy and peaceful life.

She often could not sleep at night, and she often could not sleep or eat in peace. She often wondered when Chu Yihan would return.

"Wipe it." She heard an unusual commotion, as if something big had happened in the military.

"Sir has been shot. Have all the doctors in the army rush over immediately." The tent beside her was occupied by doctors, and all the conversations were heard by Yao Xue.

Her heart skipped a beat. Which man had been shot? Was he dead?

There was no need to doubt it. She hoped that he would die.

The following days were like years to her. For some reason, her sixth sense told her that if the Abyss Devils died, the war would be over.

However, things did not seem as simple as she thought. She saw the adjutant of the devil, Yun Ziqing, coming towards her.

"You, come with me." He didn't seem to want to get close to her. He didn't even say a word before turning around and leaving.

Yao Xue immediately followed and her heart was beating non-stop.

She did not dare to ask and did not dare to look around. She just silently prayed in her heart.

Oh heavens! Let that devil die?

In the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the supreme tent.

Yun Ziqing stood guard at the door. He did not speak, and only used his cold eyes to signal for her to go in.

She often came here, and every time she came, she would be scared witless.

Trembling in fear, she entered the devil's tent and found that there was no one guarding inside the tent.

The devil was lying on the military bed, on the verge of death. His upper body was bare, revealing his strong arms and wide chest.

The wound was his abdomen, and a little blood flowed out from the white gauze.

He slept quietly, as noble and handsome as a prince, as evil and terrifying as Chu Yihan.

Yao Xue approached and knelt in front of the bed. "Sir." She called out softly.

Unknowingly, he had started to call himself her master, and she had no choice but to change the way she addressed him.

Chu Yihan seemed to be seriously injured. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he showed no signs of waking up.

Was he still in a deep coma? It seemed like she should do something. Wasn't this the best time?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that there was a knife on each side of the bedside table. She recognized it. It was something Chu Yihan carried with him.

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind. Revenge for her parents who had died, revenge for everyone in the town. The war would end after killing him, and the slaughter would stop.

She stretched out her trembling hands, and just as she grabbed the knife, the cold voice of a devil could be heard by her ears.

"If I were you, I would choose to use a knife. There are no bullets in the gun." He reminded her out of kindness for the first time. The smile on his face was strange.

Almost without thinking, she threw away the hand snatch, picked up the knife beside her, and pointed the tip of the knife at him. "I will kill you and avenge the dead."

"Oh!" He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Your hands are trembling." He did not take her seriously at all.

Of course, she was trembling not only with her hands, but also with the intention, "Shut up, you devil have killed so many people. Today is the day you die."

After saying that, she raised the short knife in the expert's hand and stabbed at his heart.

"Bang. With a sound, Yao Xue felt her entire hand go numb and the short knife in her hand bounced away.

Chu Yihan blew elegantly at the smoking muzzle of the gun. His movements were so sexy that it was a complete mess.

His spear was very accurate and did not hurt her in the slightest, but he successfully knocked down the knife in her hand.

Yao Xue was too frightened and sat on the ground paralyzed. "You..." She pointed at his hand snatch and stared at him in disbelief.

He casually threw the spear in front of her, "Remember, never trust anyone."

This was the devil, a treacherous person that no one could match.

Yao Xue seemed to have been provoked, but she seemed to be angry. She grabbed the gun on the ground and aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang." There were a few gunshots, but he was unharmed.