❝ LOOKING BACK AT HER, HE GAVE HER AN ADORING SMILE. "MASTER! I'VE COME TO SERVE YOU!" HE INFORMED HER, TAKING ONE OF HER HANDS IN HIS AND BOWING ON ONE KNEE. ❞
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"Master, its been so long!"
The strange boy chattered away happily, positively bubbling in cheerfulness. He was dressed in a dark red cross-collared chángshān with black trousers paired with black martial arts slippers that made the dark colours he wore emphasize his bright golden eyes as all the more startling to behold.
"I...believe you have the wrong person." Xian Lingling blinked, completely stunned by the mysterious and sudden arrival. When she blinked again in astonishment, it was this time unbelievingly when she remembered she was on the second floor.
"That isn't possible, Master."
The golden-eyed boy smiled completely relaxed as he floated just above the ground, not quite touching the balcony floor. "Even though you may be a mortal at the moment, I shall always recognize my master no matter what form you may take!"
"Is that so?" Xian Lingling muttered, wondering what logic dictated she ought to do in such a situation.
In the world that they lived in, seeing things spectacular or otherworldly wasn't too strange a sight since their modern world did possess cultivation sects and clans whereby after attaining a certain amount of mediation and training you could gain some measure of non-human powers, whether strength or long-life, though nothing too far beyond a normal humans capabilities or pondering of critical minds.
However, in her meagre knowledge, things such as ghostly boys descending like meteors out of the sky did not happen at all.
A sudden loud cracking sound was heard from behind her, which made Lingling whirl her head around to see long cracking lines forming on the glass panes of the window, golden eyes narrowing at the sight.
Pulling Lingling into his arms, the strange small boy, who was a head shorter than Lingling, pulled her into his arms and lept down off the second floor onto the packed snow beneath with glass shards shattering behind them.
Setting her down gently on the white ground, the boy tightened his long tied-back hair. "This realm really is fragile." He bemoaned. "It just can't handle spiritual power well."
Pleased with himself just then, he unfolded a white fan with the saying, "Shuǐmǎn zé yì," (water flows in only to flow out) and covered his wide grin with it.
"Fortunately, I dodged most of it and Master wasn't hurt!"
A 'thump' sound came from beside him and when he turned his head, a piece of wood from the window frame hit Lingling directly in the head, making her fall backwards onto the snow.
"Wah! Master!" The boy's eyes were wide and near swimming with tears forming, as he jumped around her worriedly and used his folding-fan to fan her.
"Areyoualright?Wherewereyouhurt? Pleaseletmesee!" He apologized rapidly, not taking a pause between words as he placed a hand underneath her chin to inspect her face.
"Stop." Lingling commanded, her dark eyes cold with a cruel glare, making the younger boy still. "I'm not sure what's going on exactly so I'll ask just you one question."
A cold wind blew, making the boy's long hair whip about around as he quietened to listen.
"What exactly are you? Man...or ghost?"
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Demon for a Disciple
Fantasy━ Xian Ling Ling is a girl with a mysterious past, unknown to even herself, taken in as a child by her adoptive parents. Moreover, ever since anyone can remember, she's been rather stoic and heartless towards people and seems almost unable to show...
