Chapter 59 Nursery Rhyme
"Don’t be silent, you’re not dead yet. As long as you’re alive, there’s hope. A broken leg can be reattached, a shattered shoulder can be healed slowly."
"You’re so beautiful. There must be some fools among the men you’ve met in your life who would risk their lives for you, dying in these deep mountains to feed the snakes, insects, rats, jackals, wolves, and leopards. What a pity to let such a promising future turn to nothing in an instant."
The more Nezha spoke, the darker the ’Night Master’s’ expression became as she looked up at Nezha’s youthful face.
Seeing him stand amidst a pile of corpses, talking freely, she thought, if you’re afraid of my resistance, you could again use a magic treasure like before to bind my hands and feet.
If you want to torture a confession out of me, who starts by breaking people’s limbs without asking a single question?
She didn’t understand, so she was even more afraid.
She looked into Nezha’s deep, black pupils. In the records of the Shang Dynasty, only the descendants of the Kua Fu clan from Beihai were known to have such pure, black, night-like eyes.
Relying on a woman’s intuition, she read two words from this pair of bizarre eyes.
Seriousness.
The child in front of her was now extremely serious.