Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 110: Frost and Snow.

The sun shone down in ripples, and the waves were surging.

On this day, another particular guest arrived at the busy Tongzhou Ferry.

Zhu Xiaodu eyed the person in front of him.

He was a young sword cultivator with black hair and a handsome face.

The sword cultivator's appearance didn't look to clash with those of passing cultivators.

It's just that he had a pair of blood-red eyes.

Like a demon cultivator.

Except that there was no such chilling demonic qi of an ordinary demonic cultivator on his body.

But Zhu Xiaodu still felt freezing.

The midday sun was fierce, illuminating the young sword cultivator before him. Even so, the black clothes dressing his body appeared to be absorbing him fully, leaving only a cloud of thick ink in his vision.

Zhu Xiaodu stepped back.

He sensed the danger.

The young man stepped forward.

The shadow smothered Zhu Xiaodu.

It was like blood was about to fall from those approaching blood-red eyes, such as a ferocious beast on the brink of lunacy.

"Do you know where my Master went?"

The other party said hoarsely.

Zhu Xiaodu wanted to withdraw further, but he suddenly registered that something in the distance was gluing his legs in place.

He swallowed, then replied: "There are usually many that come and go at the ferry port. I dare to ask what your master looks like. What clothes did he wear? I need to think about it carefully before I can answer if I've seen him..."

"You have Master's qi. You've seen him." The other party said.

Zhu Xiaodu cried without tears, "I greet guests at the ferry every day. I see hundreds of people every day. How do I know which one you're seeking?"

The other party looked at him blankly.

This sent Zhu Xiaodu to assess if he would unsheathe his sword and impale him.

But he heard the other person hoarsely say: "You only have to meet someone like Master once to never forget them."

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaodu instantly recalled the ghost-faced person he had encountered earlier.

Half a month had elapsed, and he still couldn't forget the awe-inspiring sword move enacted by the ghost-faced man when the sea beast attacked the ship.

He couldn't forget when he opened the door in the middle of the night and how he had glimpsed the other party's beautiful and indescribable face.

He hesitated and asked: "Is your Master also a sword cultivator with a red tear mole at the end of his eye?"

He watched a crazy expression swiftly etch onto the black sword cultivator's empty face. His red eyes were deadlocked on him.

"Tell me where he went."

Zhu Xiaodu wanted to speak.

But with that deranged look on the youth's face, he suddenly dithered.

Even though the signs of danger kept alarming him inwardly, Zhu Xiaodu suppressed the fear in his heart forcibly. He forced his mouth to speak. "Since your Excellency is his disciple, why don't you at least know where your master has gone?"