Free Web NovelChapter 1657: Chapter 1637: True Half-Human, Half-Demon
Seeing Qhianqhian’s gaze, the golden-eyed man suddenly showed a bit of shrinkage in his eyes, clearly feeling guilty.
Mo, however, was quite calm: "I’ll tell you later, it’s not convenient now."
Qhianqhian nodded, keeping a wary eye on the man, also striking a defensive posture, suggesting she would act if the man dared to misbehave or attempt to flee.
Soon, Elder Deng returned, and almost as soon as the golden-eyed man saw Elder Deng, he squinted his eyes and took a stance of confrontation.
Even though Elder Deng was used to the scene, he still felt a bit apprehensive for a moment, immediately deciding to stand firm, waving at Qhianqhian, who quickly ran over.
"What’s wrong, Grandpa Deng?" Qhianqhian’s face was filled with curiosity, yet her eyes carried a hint of a secret smile; usually, Elder Deng, who remains unfazed by powerful auras, was now watching cautiously over this guy.
"You little girl, still sneaking a laugh?" Seeing Qhianqhian’s expression, Elder Deng couldn’t help but be amused yet helpless, gently shook his head and chuckled softly: "They’ve permitted it above, hmm... But if you want to get rid of him, you’ll need to consult further, and by the way, the people want to see you because you didn’t send the specialties."
"???" Qhianqhian’s face was full of question marks: "How could it be!!! I had them delivered to each house!" After saying that, she furrowed her brows, "Who? Unless I don’t know them..."
"Ahem, you’re right, you really haven’t met them, but they also quite..."
"Can they be forwarded? I’ve been quite busy lately, there’s still stuff to do over there, and school..." Qhianqhian pouted like a boy, "You also know, I’m still young."
"Shut up and stay put, don’t provoke the old man, I’ll contact you later, this... person, is highly threatening, in case of necessity, you can..." gesturing across the neck, Qhianqhian understood immediately, nodding approvingly.
Seeing that Qhianqhian had no objections, Elder Deng also breathed a sigh of relief, giving a few final instructions, and reminding Qhianqhian to keep in touch. Afterward, they were led to take this looming threat out.
"Then we’ll be leaving now, stay in touch for any updates on this guy." Qhianqhian waved her hand and was the first to step out. Mo followed closely with the man, as the three left, Elder Deng again breathed a sigh of relief, involuntarily wiping off nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"Can it be said now?" Outside the door, Qhianqhian leisurely asked.
"Uh, ask him yourself, I’m not him." Mo, seeing Qhianqhian’s fiery eyes, hurriedly waved his hands to shirk away, not wanting to meet the fury himself.
"So what, comrade." Qhianqhian halted her steps, squinting at the golden-eyed man, her hand gripping her weapon tightly, suggesting she would administer justice if the man dared to make a move.
"Cough... Ah, oh, um... Hello, I’m willing to submit, with nothing to repay but..."
"Stop it, speak normally!" Qhianqhian was exasperated, thinking he was testing the mic? The scariest thing was that there really was a different voice, from the hoarseness of coughing to the slightly normal low tone of testing the mic, to the nonsensical conversation...
"...It was taught by my father." The man hurriedly replied, his face full of fear and trepidation, afraid to anger the person before him.
From what he observed, only these two seemed special among the crowd here, although survival among ordinary people seemed more likely, his distinctiveness could also become a target for their attacks.
"Slave?" Qhianqhian looked puzzled at Mo.
Mo also shrugged with a bit of helplessness: "I don’t quite understand either, but he uses honorifics with me during exchanges."
Like a servant trained specifically.
"Do you know how he came here?" Qhianqhian looked at Mo, clearly recalling Mo asking about this man’s injuries.
"I have some guesses, if he didn’t use doors that might exist or not between worlds, he could only have torn the space’s seam to send people out. But someone capable of such strength is obviously a person of high status and power. What relation does a servant have with such a person? Also, because worlds have different extents of Spiritual Energy, there’s an upper limit to what they can bear, such people can’t enter this world, but he is still within this world’s tolerable range."
"Wait, Mo, what do you mean, are you saying... will there come a time when even I can’t come into this world?" Qhianqhian quickly grasped the key point, her face showing disbelief.
She has many ideas that shouldn’t be destroyed like this. If she can’t travel back and forth, wouldn’t she never see some people again? Also, some needs would never be met?|
She’s well aware of her dependence on modern society, if that’s the case, she doesn’t want it.
"Not necessarily, you could seal your own powers, though it’s troublesome." Mo said after a moment’s silence: "And, what I said is just most situations, you’re a bit different from most, aren’t you?"
Yes, after all, she isn’t just Qhianqhian, Qhianqhian is the mistress of that world.
Although she only controls a small area, it’s also a place where others can’t enter.|
"As long as I can return... Wait, no, aren’t we talking about him? So is he injured or not fully cultivated? Is that why he’s half-man, half-beast?" Qhianqhian lightly sighed, before looking back at the man, with an expression of scrutiny.
Someone sent him out, indicating there’s a powerful figure standing behind him, isn’t it? So why does he still appear to be... quite cowardly?
"Slave, is a half-breed."
"..." Dude, do you know what half-breed means? Do you really know?
You don’t have the chest, nor are you beautiful, at most just have a strong masculine aura!
What kind of half-breed is this? Actual half-breeds are fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, peaceful as long as they don’t speak.
Of course, once they speak it’s like a drake’s croak...
"Slave’s mother is human, slave’s father is a demon beast." The man continued.
"...Then you should be a beastman, don’t randomly name things, okay?" Qhianqhian murmured under her breath.
Mo looked at Qhianqhian with a bizarre expression, his face showing doubt. He couldn’t help but pull out his phone, and after a moment set his phone down, red-faced: "Hmm, half-breed really isn’t great, not like... what I meant is, what is your name? We can’t keep calling you this, it’s also an insulting term for you, right?"
