Chen Yu exclaimed.
Hei Dou, perched on his shoulder, also widened his eyes.
"Boss, how did you know?"
Bang.
Hei Dou's back of the head met a slap.
"If you don't need your eyes, donate them to someone who does. Or do you think I'm blind?" Chen Yu rolled his eyes. Only then did Hei Dou notice that the girl in the long robe had shed it.
A fresh pleated skirt and knee-high boots.
Her large eyes sparkled like starlight.
Even with anger clouding her face, she was so adorable, making one's heart flutter uncontrollably.
He was stunned.
Hei Dou, who possessed the magnanimity to provide a warm home for the women of the underground caves, was also unable to snap out of his daze the moment he saw Illya.
Chen Yu was also dumbfounded.
He stared intently at the girl before him, vaguely recalling their first meeting. Back then, she was so young and innocent.
They had exchanged meaningful glances.
A piece of roasted meat and a bracelet became the tokens of their eternal love.
Alas—
Birds of a feather don't flock together, and neither do people and fish.
She was a free fish.
How could Chen Yu be a cage to imprison her?
There is a kind of love called letting go.
For the sake of her freedom, Chen Yu, enduring the pain in his heart, let her leave. For many days and nights after she departed, he suffered the pangs of longing, always holding a red bean in his hand.
He thought he would never meet her again.
He had even imagined.
In his twilight years, his face weathered and marked, he would sit in a wicker chair, facing the gentle breeze and the afterglow of the sunset, his mind replaying past events.
Illya would undoubtedly be a vivid stroke in his memory.
Once, there was a sincere love before him, and he did not cherish it. Only after losing it did he regret it deeply.
If,
Heaven were to grant him another chance—
"You'd surely use a sturdy rope to tie her back to your humble camp and make her your bandit queen?" A disdainful whisper drifted into his ear.
"Yes!"
Chen Yu responded almost subconsciously, but the moment the word left his lips, he realized something was amiss and quickly amended his answer.
"Yes, yes, what do you mean yes? Am I that kind of person?"
"Tsk, how shameless," the disdainful whisper returned, revealing the little devil with her arms crossed, sneering, "You thought Illya's legs were inseparable. When you saw those fair legs of hers could part, you beat your chest and stomped your feet, not sleeping for several nights. You really know how to embellish your own story, indulging so much in fantasies?"
"Young man, you've no martial ethics!"
Chen Yu glared.
Just as his emotions were reaching a crescendo, she suddenly appeared and doused him with a bucket of cold water, forcefully interrupting the spell. Such actions invite retribution.
"Hmph, I've never met anyone who could describe their shamelessness so elegantly."
"Well, now you have."
"You are truly shameless." The moment Chen Yu answered, the little devil was dumbfounded, staring with eyes as if she had heard something utterly unbelievable.
Chen Yu, however, was unfazed.
Why should he care?
What use is a face?
He already had one; acquiring another would make him two-faced, which, given his nature, would equate to double the shamelessness.
He was already quite without principles.
If it were doubled, what chaos would ensue?
"Go wherever it's cool and stay there. I have no time for you now." Chen Yu wasn't in the mood to bicker with the little devil; Illya was in a dangerous situation.
It's just that—
He was a little puzzled, wondering why Illya's personality had changed so drastically in just a few days.
Back then?
Was she this assertive?
That didn't matter!
Regardless of Illya's current demeanor, or what the little devil had said before. Since it allowed him and Illya to reunite, it was destiny arranged by Mother Earth.
He had to seize this opportunity.
Glancing down at his disguised state, a smile touched Chen Yu's brows.
"City Lord, don't you find it a bit strange?" The overseer standing beside the necromancer flinched. He felt as if someone was blowing on him.
Yet—
When he glanced around, he saw no one.
"What's strange?" the necromancer, wearing a straw hat, murmured. The overseer stammered nervously, "It feels like someone is blowing on me, but I can't see them. Is our city haunted?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Immediately, the necromancer became angry, glaring and reprimanding.
"I am of the Necromancy school. If there were ghosts, wouldn't I know? Stop spewing such meaningless drivel here." The necromancer glared.
The reprimanded overseer dared not speak.
However, he was convinced there was a ghost, his eyes darting around uneasily.
"Heh, I didn't expect it to be a little girl," the necromancer in the straw hat sneered after Illya shed her robe. "You've got quite a lot of guts, daring to talk to me like this. You don't need to preach to me. Either leave all your money behind, or... leave your life."
Then, something unexpected happened.
Illya, who had been so assertive, suddenly bit her lip, her large eyes seeming to well up with mist. Her small hands, held at her sides, clenched into fists and trembled uncontrollably.
It was evident she was terrified.
This scene was witnessed by Chen Yu and Hei Dou, who were immediately enraged.
Their eyes met.
Hei Dou: Boss, they dare to bully Illya!!!!
Chen Yu: We must teach them a lesson.
Hei Dou: Absolutely!
Although they exchanged no words, they understood each other's intentions through their eyes. They nodded emphatically in agreement—
"Now you're scared? Too late!"
The necromancer also noticed Illya's trembling, his face twisting in a sneer.
"You better—"
Swish!
Before he could finish speaking, the necromancer's pants suddenly fell down. This sudden turn of events stunned all the travelers, who instinctively looked over.
The empty crotch was clearly visible to all the travelers.
Instantly—
"Hahaha~"
"Look at this idiot, he's missing his little brother!"
"Shh, how could he be? Perhaps it's just too small. Does anyone have a magic microscope? Lend it to us."
"How comical~!"
Amidst the jeering laughter, the necromancer was also taken aback by the sudden occurrence. He quickly bent down to pull up his pants.
"All of you shut—"
Just as he looked up, before he could finish his sentence, he felt something cover his face.
"Bong~"
A whiff of foul air instantly filled his nostrils.
Since practicing Necromancy, the necromancer's sense of taste and smell had become dulled. He never expected this sudden 'bong' to make his stomach churn violently.
"Ugh~"
It smelled abominable.
Gagging and clutching his stomach, the necromancer stuck out his tongue as if his stomach was about to erupt, then glared and shouted.
"Who, who the hell did this!!!"